Slime Immortal.

Chapter 72 Farming is also a trial
midsummer.

The ruins of the outpost camp.

The scorching sun burned the broken walls, and the distorted air made the monster's lair in the distance look like a swaying mirage.

This is the forgotten land of the kingdom and a paradise for adventurers, exiles and gray forces.

As the entrance to the Underworld, the forces here are intertwined. Among them, the "Rusty Key" Thieves Guild has infiltrated the shadows of the ruins like mold. They make a living by robbing adventurers and taking on gray tasks. Occasionally, they will do some work such as digging out taboos and reselling items from the ruins.

In contrast, there is the relatively neutral "Anvil Guild" that provides intelligence and mercenary services; and the "Silver Oak Leaf" is more mysterious. It is rumored that they are good at tracking and solving those "troubles" that the authorities are not convenient to deal with.

In this kind of baking weather, for the adventurers in the camp, nothing can soothe their anxious souls better than a glass of cold ale.

So, the "Wild Boar Tavern" in the center of the camp, which was built with huge rocks and rough wood, became the noisiest place.

The tavern was bustling with people. Mercenaries were playing cards and rolling dice on the table, brokers were whispering deals in the corner, and a few thieves wrapped in worn leather armor were looking around vigilantly.

In a corner near the bar, Alice Arevalo, a knight from the border of the kingdom, was sitting alone in a hooded cloak.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the silver sword pendant on his chest.

"Hey, beautiful girl, it's so boring to drink alone."

A burly mercenary, reeking of alcohol and sweat, staggered over and plopped down on the bench opposite Alice, grinning and revealing a few yellow teeth.

"Let Old Bart drink something strong with you. In this awful weather, plain water won't quench the fire in your heart!"

Alice didn't even raise her eyelids, her gaze still fixed on the clear water in the cup.

"roll."

Her voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the surrounding noise, carrying an unquestionable coldness.

This brief rejection not only did not make the mercenary Bart retreat, but instead aroused his interest.

He laughed heartily, slamming his strong palms on the table, causing the wooden cup to jump. "Ha! You're so hot! I like spicy food!"

Alcohol and heat clouded his mind, and he stretched out his stained, hairy hand and touched Alice's cheek under her hood.

"Come, let Uncle Bart see how cute your little face is..."

Before he finished speaking——

The two heavy iron doors of the tavern were pushed open.

A figure appeared and leaned against the door frame, blocking the glaring sunlight pouring in from the door.

"Bart."

A lazy voice sounded, instantly quieting down the noisy pub.

"If I were you, I wouldn't risk becoming 'relic fertilizer' by offending this lady."

The man who came was a man of medium build, wearing leather armor that was easy to move in. He wore a dark green short cloak loosely covering the outside. A silver oak leaf emblem was faintly visible on the cloak.

He had a slightly cynical smile on his face, and glanced at Bart with undisguised mockery.

Bart's hand froze in mid-air, and he seemed to sober up instantly. He turned his head suddenly, and after seeing who was coming, his face became extremely ugly and he spat on the ground.

"Bah! It's you again, you nosy 'black bird'. I just bumped into you, so what? You still dare to bite me..."

He had barely finished his words when no one saw what happened. With a dull thud and the sound of splintering wood, Bart's massive body flew off the ground as if hit by a battering ram, knocking over two tables and slamming heavily against the stone wall of the tavern.

Without even a sound, he slid to the ground and completely fainted.

The tavern fell into deathly silence in an instant.

After a few seconds, someone chuckled dryly.

"Ha...haha, well...it's time to harvest the wheat I hung out to dry."

Another quickly chimed in: "Yeah, yeah, it's time to feed my... uh, hound pups."

"My wife asked me to go home for dinner."

The adventurers left in a hurry, and the tavern that was packed just now was empty in the blink of an eye.

Raven spread his hands helplessly, "I reminded him."

He walked to Alice's bar, sat down casually, pointed at Bart lying on the ground, and said to the bartender: "Old rules, a glass of rye beer, put it on his bill."

Then he turned to Alice, took out a small leather tube sealed with wax from his bosom, and gently pushed it next to the water glass in front of Alice.

"This is the information you requested, Ms. Silver Blade."

"It contains preliminary findings on several magical anomalies deep within the ruins, as well as the latest movements of those 'Rusty Key' gang."

"Oh, by the way, there's another piece of 'news' that I'm not sure if it's good news. Someone recently saw a... figure in the outer area of ​​the Gray Mist Lake dungeon."

Alice looked up when she heard that, and her eyes, as calm as water, stared directly at Raven.

"It is said that he is quite powerful. Someone once saw an emblem on his armor—a crossed silver sword and a snarling white wolf's head."

Silver Sword and White Wolf Head...

The silver sword represents the tradition of chivalry, and the white wolf symbolizes strength and loyalty.

It is the most eye-catching symbol of the Arevalo family.

Alice's gaze shifted, a hint of complexity in her expression. Raven took another swig of his drink and said slowly, "Also, that wanted criminal you're looking for, 'Rusty Key,' the 'Weasel' Moriarty who's good at digging holes, has recently been spotted heading towards Gray Mist Lake. Looks like that place's been quite lively lately."

Alice placed a heavy coin purse in front of the raven and pushed it towards her.

"Thank you."

Raven weighed the purse and grinned. "Silver Oak Leaf's credit is honest and trustworthy. I wish you a safe journey to Graymist Lake, Lady Silverblade."

Alice didn't say anything more. She stood up and walked straight to the door. She pushed it open and the hot air hit her face, but it was much fresher than the turbid air in the tavern.

She stood in the open space outside the tavern, looking past the cluttered low huts and crooked tents of the ruins camp to the distant north.

At the end of the horizon blurred by the summer mist, you can vaguely see the rolling gray-white outline like the back of a giant dragon - that is the northern mountain range with snow all year round.

And the Gray Mist Lake is right under the shadow of that mountain range.

"Dungeon..."

Although she no longer had any hope, she still wanted to go and see.

Alice clenched the silver pendant, recalling the tall figure in her childhood who always had a smile on his lips and a doting look in his eyes.

I can't forget the last scene of him leaving the castle.

"Little Alice, be good and obedient at home, your brother is leaving."

"You...where are you going?"

"Well, a place far away, to protect the people in the border areas."

"Will you be back tomorrow?"

"Oh no, not so fast. If you miss me, pray to it and I will answer you."

The man took off the silver sword pendant and placed it in her cupped hand.

"Then you...then you have to promise me that you will come back early."

"Don't worry, I'll be back next summer."

The man caressed her brown chestnut hair lovingly, and finally left behind only his back.

It is also the last back view.

……

Swamp Fortress.

"Ha! Look what this lord has seen! A vile creature, hiding in plain sight! Come out!"

At the swamp fortress construction site, Earl Bran was catching bugs excitedly. Not far away, Arthur half-knelt humbly, asking the slime in front of him with a serious look.

"Your Majesty, may I ask if the new trial can begin?"

"Whether it's slaying demons or slaying the undead, I won't hesitate!"

"Uh... not that exaggerated."

"Arthur, do you have anything you like besides this?"

"Something I like..."

This determined undead soul rarely showed a confused look.

After a long time, he carefully took out the withered flower with all its petals fallen off from his chest.

"Do flowers count... I like their colors, they're beautiful."

"of course."

Chen Yu jumped and turned to look to the west.

"Arthur, remember the banyan tree forest over there? I plan to build an outpost there to guard against enemies outside the territory."

"Cut down a few trees there to ensure there's enough sunlight, enough for you to plant a flower garden."

"Planting flowers...trial...?" Arthur was confused.

"Yes, trust in nature's guidance."

In fact, he just wanted this undead knight to guard the border of the territory, and planting flowers was just a side job to ensure that he would not be too bored there.

"clear."

"Knight Arthur will complete this difficult trial."

Arthur stood up, the soul fire in his eyes burning steadily, revealing his firm will.

"Squire! Arthur! Help this earl catch this cunning bug! Don't just stand there!"

Lord Bran's exasperated voice sounded from not far away, bringing the serious atmosphere to a standstill.

Arthur came back to his senses.

"okay."

(End of this chapter)