Slime Immortal.

Chapter 70: Respect for the Great Slime

In front of his entourage, Earl Bran, who prided himself on being extremely intelligent, naturally would not just stare blankly like a country bumpkin. He cleared his throat.

"This Earl has long guessed at the wonders of nature. Building a fortress is easy. Your followers don't need to be curious."

"Yes, Count."

Arthur nodded, urged his horse, and slowly walked towards the unfinished fortress gate. As he got closer, he could feel the oppressive feeling of the city wall more.

The mud bricks are perfectly integrated with the living tree roots. Some thick roots even actively wrap around the bricks, as if they are strengthening the wall or absorbing nutrients.

Three peculiar watchtowers rise from the ground around the city wall - their main bodies are sturdy oak trees, and bricks and stones are cleverly embedded between the trunks and branches to form a solid defense.

And on each oak tree hangs a stinger bee hive transplanted from the forest, with countless stinger bees flying in and out like loyal aerial sentinels.

This scene was full of order and yet barbaric and primitive. Earl Bran couldn't help swallowing his non-existent saliva and felt his throat a little dry.

Gulu...

With so many stinging bees, I'm afraid it will be turned into a hornet's nest if one round of shooting is carried out.

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

It remained calm and raised its head, saying, "They are just some tamed monsters. This earl has seen many of them."

Arthur dismounted and led Lord Bran through the bustling construction site, carefully passing the busy beetle workers on the ground, and finally arrived in front of the castle.

However, the owner of the castle seemed to have known that they were coming back, and the gate automatically lowered, silently inviting them in.

"This slime...how did it know that the Earl was back?"

Before Lord Bran could figure it out, Arthur had already walked into the city gate.

Lord Bran had no choice but to flap his wings to keep up.

"Wait a minute, my lord! You reckless follower."

As Arthur entered the fortress, he saw an open space in the camp and a slime sitting on a rock.

It just sat there, calm and composed, like a wise man who had seen through everything and had been waiting for a long time.

It’s this round body that makes people feel nothing serious.

Even a little cute.

At this time, a ball of small slime jumped over to greet him and was picked up by Arthur to act as a messenger.

"What is it saying? What is it saying?" Earl Bran came closer curiously.

"The family asked us to sit down."

Arthur knelt on one knee as he was told, performed a knight's salute, and then sat down cross-legged in silence.

Lord Bran flew to the opposite side, right next to Chen Yu, winking at him.

"Lord Slime, it's been many days since I last saw you. Have you missed us?"

"I already know the outcome. That filthy demon... ran away."

"Gah?!"

Earl Bran almost slipped off the stone and looked at Chen Yu in horror.

"You...how do you know?!"

Could it be the so-called force of nature again?

Hiss...it's so terrifying.

The soul fire beneath Arthur's helmet flickered violently. He lowered his head, pressing his rusty arm armor to his chest, and spoke with deep shame and self-blame:

"Lord of the Swamp, Servant of Nature... Arthur failed in his mission. It was my lack of strength that prevented me from passing the trial."

"Tomorrow I will go back into the dungeon to look for the traces of the demon and completely destroy him."

Chen Yu flicked the gel on his body, seemingly nodding seriously, but he was actually happy inside.

This knight is too straightforward.

There was no trial whatsoever. Even his status as a natural servant was a lie.

However, Arthur was able to eliminate the threat of the Filth Race alone, and his strength was beyond his imagination.

It would be a pity to let him get away like this.

We have to find a way to trick him into staying.

Chen Yu tried hard to put on a serious expression, his round body shaking.

"May nature... favor you."

"Knight Arthur, look up and look me in the eyes."

Arthur looked up after hearing this, but he found that the slime in front of him seemed a little short, and he couldn't even see its eyes when he looked up...

So I could only lower my head slightly.

"Listen, this setback is not a failure, but a part of the trial itself, a test given to you by nature."

"The more you cling to that unfinished trial, the further you stray from the path of understanding true nature."

He paused, letting his words sink in, and then revealed his true purpose:
“If you truly desire to pursue the true meaning of nature and feel the power of its cycles and balance…why not stay here first, integrate into this growing swamp territory, observe, learn, and protect.”

“Perhaps, the answer lies within.”

"Join the territory?!"

Lord Bran immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He flew in front of Arthur and spread his wings like an old hen protecting her chicks:
"Wait! This is the Earl's loyal squire knight."

"To join this... your swamp territory, I must obtain the earl's consent. The ownership of squires is a serious matter."

Chen Yu tried hard to make his round body look majestic, and said temptingly while drawing a big cake:
"My dear Lord Bran."

"A great slime kingdom, unprecedented in history, is rising in this swamp, just like the rising sun."

"Its future will surely encompass swamps, forests, and rivers... And you, wise and noble Lord Bran, are you not already an indispensable part of this kingdom?"

He lengthened his tone slightly and threw out his trump card:

"Join us and become a founding father of the kingdom. Once the kingdom's borders are stabilized and its territory expanded... it would be only natural to allocate a rich, hereditary fiefdom befitting your status to the Earl, a distinguished and meritorious Lord."

"What, a fiefdom?!"

Lord Bran's sharp beak almost couldn't close, his slender neck suddenly shrank back, and his obsidian eyes were full of disbelief.

It tilted its head and looked up and down at the green Slime in front of it, as if confirming whether it had heard a crucial syllable wrongly.

"Mr. Slime, are you serious?"

manor!

These two words struck home precisely in the self-proclaimed noble heart of Earl Bran.

The slight bit of vigilance I had just now was instantly swept away by this huge temptation, as if it had never existed.

Is there anything more attractive to a noble than a fiefdom?

Absolutely not!

That is a symbol of noble status and glory.

It is its deepest desire after being exiled from the Shadow Mountains.

A territory that belongs entirely to Earl Bran, which means endless amounts of fat bugs.

You can enjoy it according to the season and your mood!
This means that no one dares to compete with the Earl for those shiny little things.

This means that every branch, every blade of grass, and even every passing beetle must bow their heads in tribute to Lord Bran.

It immediately imagined itself standing on a high castle, overlooking its own territory filled with plump bugs and shiny gadgets.

Is there any scenery in the world more beautiful than this?

(End of this chapter)