Slime Immortal.

Chapter 73 Boss, someone is bullying me

Chapter 73 Boss, someone is bullying me
With the arrival of summer, the Reed River has completely changed its appearance.

The coolness of winter and the abundance of spring are no match for the scorching sun of midsummer.

The river water was emitting a white glow due to the scorching sun, and the newly grown tender green reed buds on the bank had long been replaced by wildly growing thick reed stalks, which stood crowdedly by the water, with the edges of the leaves slightly curled and browned by the sun.

Kenken floated listlessly in the shallow water near the shore, with only half of its head and wet brown back exposed.

After the Baobei Dam collapsed, the sadness seemed to have been evaporated by the summer heat, leaving only the pervasive fatigue and emptiness in its body.

It turned over, belly up, and let the muddy river water support its small body.

The sunlight made it squint its eyes.

Maybe... it's fine like this?
Give up struggling, give up rebuilding, give up the dream of building a fortress that you once thought was indestructible.

Just let the lazy river carry it along, wherever it takes it...

It used to be diligent, but now it just wants to play badly until the end of the world.

"Squeak---"

The teeth-grinding sound of wheels rubbing against each other and the heavy snorting of slow horses broke the silence of the river bank.

A carriage covered with dustproof oilcloth came along the sun-bleached dirt road, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The person driving the car was none other than Arno.

He tugged at the collar of his linen shirt, which clung to his body, and felt the summer heat as well.

Sweat had already soaked my back and chest, sticking to my skin, and every friction brought a tingling sensation.

"I hate summer." He muttered, his voice a little hoarse with thirst.

This summer day on the edge of the swamp is like a huge steamer, and every breath feels like burning.

But what bothered him more than the scorching heat was the strange feeling in his body.

He subconsciously raised his right hand.

Under his gaze, the skin lost its color and elasticity at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly turning gray and stiff... like a rapidly weathering rock.

He was actually able to slightly affect the petrification and communicate with the demon inside him.

This sudden change made him vaguely uneasy. Lately, he'd been waking up from the same nightmare almost every night—he dreamed that he'd completely transformed into a cold stone sculpture, while Laura and the children surrounded him and cried, their voices growing increasingly distant...

Like some kind of omen.

Now he just wanted to get back to his boss as soon as possible so that he could feel at ease.

He waved his whip, urging the tired horse to go faster, and the wheels rolled over the cracked road, raising higher dust.

Finally, the carriage drove into the relatively dense shade of trees at the edge of the forest.

Arno pulled the reins and stopped the carriage in the shadows cast by several huge oak trees.

This is the starting point of the forest road leading deep into the swamp, and the carriage cannot pass further.

He needed to move the delicate parts of the large metal telescope from the car on foot.

He jumped off the carriage, stretched his stiff legs, and walked to the back of the carriage to untie the rope.

Sweat was still pouring down his face, but the coolness of the forest relaxed his tense nerves a little. Just as he reached out to untie the first knot—

Without warning, an icy chill ran up my spine to the back of my head.

The combat instincts honed through rigorous training at the Knights' training camp rang like an alarm bell.

shadow!

He sensed something wrong in the shadows of the bushes and the twisted old oak trees.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Two blurry black shadows suddenly emerged from their lurking place like poisonous snakes blending into the shadows.

Two sharp daggers with a dark blue glow screamed and pierced Arno's unprotected waist, ribs and neck with incredible precision.

The angle was tricky, the coordination was perfect, and they were aiming for an instant kill.

too fast!
Arno's brain didn't even have time to think about the word "thief" because his body's instinct had already reacted before his consciousness.

At this critical moment of life and death, the fear of the petrification curse was instantly overwhelmed by the will to survive. He had only one thought in his mind: Stop it! He had to stop it! There was no time to tear the blessed leaves in his arms. Arno's muscles tensed up, and his mind frantically "called" for the power he hated!

hum!
A layer of rock-like grayish-white luster instantly covered the skin on the sides of his neck and waist.

clang! clang! !

Two sharp sounds of metal clashing with stone rang out!
The dark blue dagger pierced the suddenly petrified skin, and a few faint sparks flew out.

The huge impact made Arno stumble forward, and the severe pain and shock made him wake up instantly.

"It's those damn thieves from Rusty Key!"

"Oh shit!"

Arno took advantage of the momentum of his forward lunge to roll on the ground, reached into his arms with his right hand, and tore open the leaf that he had kept close to his body.

hum!
A thick and condensed ochre halo instantly spread from his body.

Almost at the moment when the shield was formed, several tricky cold rays pierced from different angles, hitting the shield hard, causing ripples in circles, but unable to penetrate.

"go!"

Arno did not hesitate at all, and did not even dare to look back at the precious cargo on the carriage. He rushed into the depths of the foggy swamp forest without looking back, and his figure was quickly swallowed up by the twisted shadows of the trees and the steaming mist.

Two thieves, wrapped in tight black clothes with only their sharp eyes showing, appeared.

One of them shook his wrist which was numb from the shock and looked at the direction where Arno disappeared with a look of surprise and doubt.

The other man quickly checked the tip of the dagger, which showed only slight signs of bending.

"What the hell... What the hell was that? Skin turning to stone?"

The first thief's voice was low and filled with disbelief.

"The information is wrong."

The second thief's voice was even colder, with a hint of annoyance.

"The target, 'Miracle' Arno, has not displayed any prowess as a full-fledged knight and appears to possess only expensive magic scrolls for self-defense."

"Tsk, what a waste of effort. And it exposed our whereabouts." The first thief spat.

"Withdraw."

"The information that 'Miracle' Arno is only a knight's squire is enough for us to profit from."

"The guild can't let that pass. He won't be so lucky next time."

The swamp was full of dangers, and there was no need for them to rush in and die just for a bounty.

……

Fortress construction site.

Arthur left and followed the Earth Slime to build an outpost on the edge of the swamp and carry out the solemn and sacred farming trial.

Chen Yu watched him disappear in the thick fog, turned around to look at Earl Bran who was still combing his feathers, and touched it with gel.

"Lord Bran, are you confident in letting Knight Arthur go alone?"

Lord Bran looked up and quacked.

"Oh, my great Slime Majesty, don't worry. Arthur may seem a bit slow, but he's actually quite clever."