Slime Immortal.

Chapter 207 Trap
Arthur and Calvin exchanged a glance, and in order not to frighten the people inside, Calvin ultimately stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

Calvin tried to make his voice sound calm. "Hello, is this where Miss Bailey lives?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response from inside the door, only deathly silence.

"Hello, we are adventurers from Ironboot Town..."

Just as Calvin was about to knock on the door again, the door creaked open a crack, and a pair of wary and tired eyes cautiously peered at them from behind the crack.

"What...do you want with me?" a young woman's voice asked warily.

"Excuse me, are you Bailey Brooks?" Calvin asked again to confirm.

At the same time, he slowly removed the hood that covered most of his face, revealing a face that was more weathered and mature than it had been more than a decade ago.

“I am Calvin, a knight who once garrisoned Ironboot Town.”

He thought that by hinting at it to this extent, the girl behind the door should be able to recognize him, or at least remember something.

Unexpectedly, the pair of eyes behind the crack in the door remained vigilant, showing no sign of familiarity or sudden realization.

But for some reason, the girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally hesitantly pushed open the door, making room for her to enter.

“I…I should know you,” she said softly, but her tone was uncertain.

"come in."

This time, however, Calvin remained silent.

Instead of stepping inside, he frowned and looked at the girl's fully exposed face.

Her face no longer showed the liveliness, energy, and stubbornness of the little rascal I remembered; only the numbness and weariness worn down by the heavy burdens of life, and... the weariness of a worldly person.

Moreover, her face looks so different from what she looked like when she was a child; there are almost no similarities.

That little rascal, though mischievous, had bright eyes, seemed to have inexhaustible energy, and was quite talented...

Calvin thought that even if she couldn't become a knight, she could at least become an excellent adventurer.

But now, things are completely different from what he expected.

Especially after he keenly detected the pungent smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes emanating from deep within the room, he became even more certain of one thing.

The girl in front of them was not the Bailey Brooks they were looking for.

"Arthur, let's go, let's get out of here first."

Instead of entering the room, he quickly took a few steps back and grabbed Arthur beside him, pulling him back the way they came.

Count Bran was stunned for a moment, then immediately poked his head out and asked, "Hey! Big Ice Cube, what are you doing? The Crown of Ignis might be right in front of us, why are you leaving instead?"

Calvin hurried along, cautiously surveying his surroundings, and explained quickly in a low voice, "Something's not right. She's not Bailey. I suspect this is a trap for us."

Upon hearing this, Arthur also noticed the strangeness around him; the once bustling building had become deathly silent.

The women who had been coming and going, and the children who had been playing, all vanished without a trace in an instant, as if the residents of the place had suddenly evaporated.

The two exchanged another glance, tacitly lowering the noise of their footsteps, and slowly moved towards the back gate of the courtyard.

Calvin, with his keenest senses, noticed something amiss as he approached the back door leading to the street, as if something was waiting for them outside.

He immediately stood in front of the wooden door, raised a hand, and gestured for Arthur to stop.

“Little Fatty, we need help,” Calvin said in a low voice to the slime disguised on Arthur’s face.

The chubby boy immediately understood, and with a "pop," his round body bounced onto Arthur's shoulder. Then, his gelatinous body began to gurgle and emit a large amount of white mist.

[Heat fog illusion]

A thick white mist quickly spread out, completely enveloping Arthur and Calvin.

Even more amazingly, these mists seemed to have a life of their own, gradually changing color and texture, perfectly blending into the tattered wallpaper behind them.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them seemed to have vanished from the spot into thin air.

A suffocating silence and oppressive atmosphere descended upon the building. After a long while, the ambushing men finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"boom!!"

The wooden back door was suddenly and violently broken open from the outside, and a group of people rushed in amidst flying wood chips.

"where!"

"Where are those two mercenaries?!"

Contrary to Arthur and his companions' expectations, the people who broke in were not royal knights in standard armor, but a gang of sailors mainly composed of dwarves.

They reeked of fish, clearly having come from the Emerald River docks.

The group consisted mostly of sturdy dwarf warriors wielding battle axes, but there were also human mages dressed in simple robes and carrying wooden staffs.

"Find them quickly!"

The group rushed into every room, roughly ransacking the place, searching everywhere for Arthur and Calvin.

The human mage then began to chant softly, a faint light emanating from the tip of his wooden staff, as if he were about to cast some kind of tracking or revealing spell.

Just then, Arthur and Calvin appeared, and Calvin knocked him unconscious with a single punch.

"They're here!"

"Don't let them get away!"

The dwarves realized what was happening and gave chase.

But Arthur and Calvin had already rushed out of the building and were running away towards the crowds outside the block.

"Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

The dwarves, wielding axes and shouting, gave chase, while rangers and assassins hidden among the crowd attacked Arthur and Calvin.

The violent jolting and sudden attack left Count Bran, hidden inside Arthur's breastplate, dizzy and enraged, causing him to curse loudly:
"Damn it! Those local gangs are so rude!"

"When has this Earl ever offended them?"

Calvin punched the dwarf warrior who was lunging at him, and said in a deep voice, "It must be a trap set by those knights who have been bewitched by demons."

“After all, this is not the border of the kingdom, so it is not appropriate for knights from the border garrison to show themselves and take action directly. However, if we entrust these local gangs and mercenaries, we do not need to have these concerns.”

Arthur was taken aback: "So they know that Bailey took the Crown of Ignis?"

"Um……"

Calvin nodded gravely. "That child may have met with misfortune, but the Crown of Ignis should not have fallen into the hands of that great demon yet."

As he parried an assassin's sneak attack, he quickly said, "Otherwise, they wouldn't have spent over a decade setting up a trap, waiting for me to walk right into it."

According to the information known to those fallen knights, Arthur was already dead, and in fact, he had indeed died once.

But Calvin is still alive, hiding in the Underdark, and knows the secret of the Crown of Ignis.

These fallen knights' scheme is most likely aimed at him. Count Bran hurriedly said, "Quick, let's get out of the city. This place is probably full of their spies."

"go!"

Calvin immediately turned and led Arthur into a narrow, complex, dark alley, attempting to use the terrain to shake off the pursuers.

"They ran that way! Quick, surround them!"

Several agile assassins caught up with them, moving swiftly through the shadows of the alleyway.

In fact, even if Arthur and Calvin tied all these gang thugs and low-level assassins together, they wouldn't be enough to defeat them.

What is truly worrying is the evil force lurking behind them.

Since the other side had already figured out Calvin's strength, those who came to intercept him would at least be elite professionals, and they would likely arrive very soon.

"This way."

Calvin was about to rush out of the alley when a warning suddenly rose in his mind, and he instinctively twisted his neck to avoid it.

"call out--!"

A blazing arrow whistled past his ear and slammed into the wall behind them, causing a violent explosion.

"There's an archer on the tower of that clock tower to your right," Arthur warned.

"His level is quite high, and he probably has companions..."

Before Calvin could finish speaking, Arthur swung his arm guard horizontally, deflecting a dagger that shot out from the shadows with a crisp clang.

A blurry figure was forced to stagger backward by this force, revealing its outline.

This is a master of stealth.

At the same time, from the alleyway behind them, a figure wearing a gray cloak and holding a swift longsword slowly approached and blocked their retreat.

Judging from the fine plate armor faintly visible beneath his cloak and his steady gait, he was definitely a knight who had received formal training.

They were surrounded by three elite professionals.

An archer provides ranged suppression, an assassin provides close-range harassment and control, and a knight launches a frontal assault—a classic squad combination.

The knight approached slowly, the dull thud of armor clashing beneath his cloak echoing through the air. He lifted his hood, revealing a weathered, aged face.

"Knight Calvin, it's been a long time."

Arthur and Calvin stood back to back, warily watching for enemies on both sides of the alley.

Upon hearing the old knight's voice, Calvin narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you from the Border Guard?"

The old knight stopped in his tracks. "It seems you were right, sir. You do indeed know the whereabouts of the Crown of Ignis."

"Hand over the crown. I don't want to see yet another promising knight follow in Arthur's footsteps."

Calvin sneered at his hypocritical face.

At the same time, he secretly asked Arthur through the gel communicator, "Are you confident you can deal with three elite professionals in a short time?"

Arthur thought for a moment, "I can handle it by myself, but it will take a lot of time, and that archer is on high ground, which is troublesome."

What they lack most right now is time.

The longer it drags on, the more reinforcements the enemy might send.

Calvin's lips twitched. Actually, he could handle these three by himself, but why did Arthur always get to say those cool things first?

What's even more infuriating is that this guy was completely unintentional; he was simply stating a fact.

He suppressed his competitive spirit, calmed himself down, and said to Arthur, "We can't waste time on them. Let's take down this old knight in front of us first, open a gap, and then find a way to shake off the other two and escape from Allenbridge Fortress."

Just as the two were determined to break through, a familiar voice suddenly rang in their minds.

"No need for that. Just find a way to get out of their sight immediately, even if it's just for a few seconds. I can help you get away from them."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Count Bran was overjoyed. "Hahaha, Your Majesty, you're finally awake!"

Chen Yu continued, "The signal here has stabilized a bit. Do as I say and get out of their sight."

"Great!"

Calvin and Arthur were overjoyed; with His Majesty the Slime involved, the situation was completely different.

But time was of the essence, and it wasn't the time for reminiscing. Calvin immediately gave Arthur a wink.

The professionals who surrounded them didn't seem to be in a hurry to capture them immediately. Instead, they seemed to be waiting for more people to arrive to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Calvin suddenly sneered and said to the old knight, "You don't really think Arthur is dead, do you? You don't really think that no one knows what you did back then, do you?"

Upon hearing this, the old knight frowned sharply, a bad premonition rising in his heart: "What are you trying to say?"

"What he wanted to say is exactly what I wanted to say."

A deep and familiar voice sounded from behind Calvin. Arthur slowly turned around and looked up to face the old knight.

The flickering flames of their souls, which had been dancing eerily in the shadows, were now laid bare before the old knight.

The flickering, eerie blue flames sent a violent tremor through the old knight, causing his pupils to contract sharply.

"You're Arthur?!"

"How can it be!!"

In that instant, the two moved, rushing towards the old knight.

The old knight was raising his sword to parry when he saw the two men walk right past him and turn into the alley behind him without looking back.

"Damn it, you cunning thing!"

The old knight realized he had been tricked and immediately turned around to chase after him.

However, when he rushed into the alley, he could no longer see Arthur and Calvin, and he could not even hear their footsteps. It was as if the two had vanished into thin air.

Before he could continue searching, the assassin's figure appeared not far away, and he exclaimed in panic, "Dimian has been ambushed! Someone is helping them in secret!"

The old knight's face immediately darkened. "Damn it, it's the Blade of Vengeance again, and those damned Chaotic Cultists, of all times, they have to come and cause trouble."

"You continue chasing them, I'll deal with them."

"Alright!" The assassin nodded, his figure blurring again as he quickly chased after the depths of the alley.

However, he searched the alleyway carefully, and even expanded the search area to cover the entire neighborhood, but still could not find any trace of Arthur and Calvin.

"This is unbelievable..." The assassin could only curse his bad luck inwardly, helplessly giving up the search and turning to leave to meet up with the old knight.

What they didn't know was that the wooden cargo box that Chen Yu had transformed into had already been hidden inside a cargo wagon.

The carriage followed the caravan, swaying and rattling away from the chaotic lower city, blending into the flow of people and vehicles leaving the city, silently carrying Arthur and Calvin towards the outskirts of Allenbridge.

(End of this chapter)