Slime Immortal.

Chapter 78 Boss, We Are Surrounded

Outpost ruins camp, Wild Boar Tavern.

The rough wooden tables were crowded with all kinds of adventurers.

"This damn weather has finally turned cloudy. It's so stuffy that I can't breathe." A burly man with a fat face took a big gulp of turbid beer and complained in a rough voice.

The man next to him lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard? The news brought back by those scoundrels from Rusty Key the other day is that 'Miracle' Arno is no tough nut to crack. At best, he's just a knight's squire, relying on expensive magic scrolls to keep him together."

"Oh? Are you talking about that new guy in Iron Boots Town who's been making a lot of noise lately?"

Another middle-aged mercenary wearing half-worn leather armor and looking somewhat experienced raised his eyebrows.

"Those 'miracles' that come out of small places are mostly exaggerated. This time, they've hit a wall and provoked those vindictive guys from Rusty Key. I heard they fled to a big city to hide overnight, tail between their legs. Hahaha!"

His laughter was filled with undisguised contempt.

"Those rookies in Iron Boots Town who haven't seen the world know what a true adventurer is. They're just weaklings using their reputation to cheat people."

The tavern was filled with laughter and discussions, full of contempt for Arno and mockery of the adventurers from Ironboot Town.

It seems that by lowering the name of this "miracle", they can raise their own value.

at this time--

"crunch-"

The heavy tavern door was flung open, slamming against the rough stone wall with a harsh sound.

The noisy pub suddenly became quiet.

The light from the doorway outlined a tall and straight figure.

He was wearing old leather armor, with a plain long sword hanging at his waist. He looked dusty, but his face was calm. It was Arno.

Dozens of eyes instantly focused on him, filled with scrutiny, curiosity, and more importantly, undisguised inquiry.

Arno seemed not to feel the gazes and walked straight to the bar.

The heavy leather boots stepped on the wooden boards, making a dull "thump thump" sound, which was particularly clear in the unusually quiet tavern.

"A glass of ale."

Behind the bar, the burly bartender with a wild boar tattoo on his arm silently poured a glass of turbid liquid and pushed it over.

The brief silence was broken and whispers spread like a tide.

"Who is this person? So arrogant?"

"Never seen... a new guy?"

"Wait... look at that sword... and this figure..."

A guy sitting in the shadows in the corner narrowed his eyes and spoke with a hint of suppressed excitement and greed, "It's him, that 'Miracle' Arno, the one on the Rusty Key bounty list!"

"what?!"

"He actually dared to come here and come to the Wild Boar Tavern with such brazenness?!"

In an instant, several gazes that seemed to be real, full of greed and malice, like the tongues of poisonous snakes, were firmly locked on Arno's back.

The air seemed to freeze, filled with the invisible smell of gunpowder.

Arno picked up the wine glass but didn't drink it immediately.

He turned around and faced the entire tavern, his eyes calmly sweeping over faces that were either shocked, greedy, or sarcastic.

Then he raised the glass in his hand.

"Everyone." His voice was clearly heard throughout the tavern. "I am 'Miracle' Arno."

“We are about to head to the Graymist Lake Dungeon to explore the treasure left behind by a ‘legendary adventurer’.”

"Leave a message here recruiting team members. Those who are brave and not afraid of death, come to the entrance of the Gray Mist Lake Dungeon and find me."

He put down his glass and turned his gaze to the bartender behind the bar, his voice still steady: "The drinks they drink tonight are mine."

A brief moment of dead silence.

immediately--

"Hahaha! Great! The Arno brothers are generous!"

"Legendary treasure? Graymist Lake Dungeon? Interesting! Count me in!"

"Great! Another drink!"

The pub erupted in a deafening roar of heckling, whistles, and hypocritical flattery.

The adventurers' faces were plastered with smiles, but their eyes gleamed with even greater greed. A legendary treasure?

They have heard too much of this kind of illusory bait.

This "miracle" Arno in front of us, this fat sheep with a lot of money but mediocre strength... this is the "treasure" that can be seen and touched.

As for recruiting team members?
In their view, this fat sheep was just looking for a burial object for itself.

Arno also had a faint smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the atmosphere of being the center of attention.

Only he himself knew that the palms of his hands holding the wine glass were full of cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were tightly stuck to his skin.

"Boss, doing this... won't it attract too much hatred?"

He felt like a sheep surrounded by wolves...

It can be swallowed up at any time.

On the inside of his chest armor, a round ball of slime blinked.

"Don't worry, I'm watching."

Chen Yu has already investigated. There are not many adventurers in this place, let alone legendary figures, or even formal professionals.

Only a team of adventurers composed of formal professionals is strong enough to dare to hunt silver-level monsters.

Chen Yu's voice was like a stream of clear spring water injected into Arno's anxious heart, and his tense nerves relaxed a lot in an instant.

Yes, the boss is right here.

As long as the boss is around, these greedy eyes, these hidden threats... don't seem so scary anymore.

"By the way, remember to pack me a bottle of beer and a few special desserts so I can try what they taste like."

"Huh? Oh okay."

He almost forgot that his boss was a devil who only liked sweets.

After Arno finished packing, he drank the beer in the cup, nodded slightly to everyone in the tavern, and then turned around and walked out of the door of the Wild Boar Tavern with steady steps under the gaze of countless people.

The door closed behind him, isolating the commotion inside. But the storm he stirred up had only just begun.

"'Miracle' Arno is going to the Gray Mist Lake Dungeon to look for legendary treasures!"

"He's recruiting players! He's even paying for drinks at the Wild Boar Tavern tonight!"

"The target of the Rusty Key bounty has arrived!"

The news was like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly causing an uproar in the ruins of the outpost camp.

The adventurers rushed to tell each other and talked about it.

Greed, curiosity, gloating...all kinds of emotions spread throughout the camp, and countless eyes were cast towards the Gray Mist Lake.

Deep in the camp, in a narrow dark alley filled with debris and emitting a rotten smell.

Two figures that almost merged into the shadows were talking in low voices. They were the two Rusty Key Thieves who had attacked Arno before.

"Tsk, I didn't expect this kid to dare to come back and cause such a big commotion."

"Graymist Lake Dungeon? Legendary treasure? Haha, that sounds pretty convincing."

Another thief responded, "It's just a bluff, or... an attempt to lure the snake out of its hole."

"Unfortunately, he is too stupid. Exposing himself to everyone will only lead to his death faster."

"Whatever his purpose is."

The first thief licked his lips, his eyes flashing with greed and cruelty. "He came to us on his own, which saved us the trouble of looking for him everywhere. Last time he got away, this time... hmph."

"Don't be careless. The other 'locksmiths' in the guild must have heard about this."

"Right! Hurry up!" The first thief's eyes were stern. "Everyone wants to take a bite of this fat sheep. If you go too late, there won't even be any bones left."

The two looked at each other, nodded in understanding, and disappeared silently into the depths of the alley.

And in every corner of the camp - the back door of the noisy tavern, the dark mercenary gathering point, and even the door of the Rusty Key Guild's inconspicuous contact point, similar conversations and actions are taking place simultaneously.

Greedy adventurers, mercenaries smelling blood, and more Rusted Key members attracted by the bounty, all began to gather towards the Gray Mist Lake dungeon like hyenas smelling carrion.

A storm is quietly turning towards the underground maze shrouded in thick fog and full of dangers.

And at the heart of the storm, the "miracle" Arno, who seemed to have put himself in danger, was on his way to Gray Mist Lake.

Not only did he not take the opportunity to run away, he was even in the mood to feed the little slime in his arms.

(End of this chapter)