You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

The abominable administrator named Moretti lazily lifted his eyelids, his murky one eye sweeping over Ron and Claudia beside him, and he let out a meaningless hum through his nose:

"See that? Just a bunch of crooked and broken fruits. Take it or leave it. Take it or leave it."

He flicked the tip of his knife, pointing it at the scattered figures that stood out conspicuously in the deserted hall.

Ron was filled with doubts, but he still turned around and looked at the situation carefully as instructed.

There are only twelve monsters in total, with varying levels ranging from LV10 to the only one at LV20.

Their shapes are also incredibly diverse:

A demonic eye with withered tentacles, three goblin brothers with misaligned arms, and a baby ogre with sickly green scales...

The only LV20 slime was a huge, pale pink slime with a droopy head and an eerie color.

It huddled itself in the darkest corner of the hall, almost blending into the shadows, making it impossible to tell whether it was feeling lonely or simply dozing off.

"What about tomorrow? Will there be any new stock tomorrow?"

Ron pressed on, clinging to a sliver of hope.

Upon hearing this, Moretti let out a few dry, hoarse laughs with a metallic scraping sound, as if he were grinding bones.

A wicked, amused expression crept across his face, which was covered in stitches.

"Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? The day after that? Hehehe..."

He shook his ugly head:

"Let me give you a piece of advice: don't expect to see any decent new merchandise here for at least a month!"

"How can it be!"

Claudia could no longer contain herself; her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her voice carried the imposing authority of a princess:

"What are the rules governing market operations? You'd better explain them clearly!"

Moretti glanced at Claudia with his single eye, his expression one of blatant contempt and impatience. He tapped the bone table impatiently with his boning knife.

"Rules? Rules are just rules! If I say there aren't any, then there aren't any! Want to complain? Turn left on the third floor! Don't stand here in the way, it's closing time, get out!"

Their language was extremely vulgar, and they rudely ordered the guests to leave.

Claudia's fair face flushed with anger, and her bright eyes blazed with fury.

She had never suffered such humiliation before!

Her fists were clenched tightly, and she looked like she was about to explode.

Ron stepped in front of her just in time, his gaze calmly fixed on Moretti's single, bloodshot eye.

He sensed a strong whiff of conspiracy.

“Your Highness Claudia, there is no need to get angry.”

He tilted his head slightly and whispered to the princess, his voice clear enough for Moretti to hear:

"It seems there is indeed a 'shortage of resources' here. Perhaps we should pay a visit to Lord Lagos to find out who is behind this, managing to monopolize the underground labor market."

Chapter 84 Pink Slime

Just as the two were about to leave—

"and many more!"

Moretti's malicious voice suddenly rose, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of surprise.

His massive head snapped towards Claudia, his single eye scanning her sharply, his voice tentatively rising:

“…This young lady? Is…is Her Highness Princess Claudia?”

The name that countless people used to highlight the title of the daughter of a great lord made him tense.

Claudia snorted coldly, turned her face away, and didn't even bother to give her a glance.

Ron nodded calmly:

"good."

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Moretti, the arrogant and domineering administrator just moments before, shuddered with his massive, fat body!

He practically bounced off the heavy bone chair, staggered around the table, and rushed out.

The harsh look on his face was instantly replaced by an expression mixed with flattery, fear, and ingratiation. He bowed deeply to Claudia, his voice trembling with humility.

"Your Highness! Forgive me! I was blind and failed to recognize your noble status! My words were disrespectful and I deserve to die! Please, in your great mercy, spare my lowly life!"

That drastically different demeanor before and after perfectly embodies the phrase "bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Claudia curled her lip, showing no liking for this change of attitude, and coldly uttered:

"Can you answer the questions properly now?"

Moretti, drenched in sweat, nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes, yes! Your Highness, I would never dare to hide anything from this gentleman!"

He wiped away non-existent cold sweat, his voice lowering, tinged with grievance and helplessness:

“I wasn’t trying to make things difficult for you just now, but rather…”

"This morning, several groups of aristocratic young masters and ladies with gold-embossed family crests came in aggressively and cleared out all the 'good stuff' in the restaurant that was at least LV10 or above and looked decent!"

He glanced cautiously at Claudia's increasingly icy expression, then quickly added, pointing to the small group of monsters in the corner:

“You see, the rest of these are… uh… a bit special, a bit ‘problematic’… inventory.”

"They lack skills, have strange tempers, or simply... their abilities are ridiculously skewed, so no designer would take notice of them, and they've just been sitting here ever since."

He then quickly pledged his loyalty to Claudia:

"Of course, given Your Highness's noble status, I will negotiate immediately if you ask! I have the list; just name who you want, and I will do everything in my power to get them for you!"

Claudia's expression softened slightly; she thought this was a reliable method. She turned to look at Ron:

“Ron, look…”

Ron's gaze, however, once again bypassed Moretti and landed on the "defective products" that were being rejected in the corner.

The outline of the conspiracy is now clear—

The revenge of those disgruntled nobles who voted in favor of his new dungeon was blatant and direct, seizing the very lifeline of his new dungeon—the monsters.

Should we go and negotiate with those people?

It's nothing more than bringing shame upon oneself.

Ron's eyes calmed down, a hint of inquiry appearing in them.

Instead of answering Claudia directly, he turned around and walked straight towards the uniquely colored LV20 pink slime.

As Ron approached, the huge pink gelatinous body trembled slightly, as if startled, and shrank inward.

But then, the instinct for survival overwhelmed the fear. It suddenly propped up its translucent body, which had a faint rosy glow, and tried to speak in a soft, feminine, yet urgent voice, tinged with a sob:

"Sir...Sir! Please...please hire me! I can do anything! Cleaning, tidying, gardening...I don't have to work in the dungeon! I...I'm very cheap! Really!"

The instant it "spoke," its information panel appeared before Ron's eyes:

【Name: Pink Slime】

Race: Elemental Creature (Mutant)

[Level: LV20]

[Experience: 104/639]

[Racial Trait: Extremely Strong Adhesiveness]

[Skill Slot 1: Dreamy Bubble - Random Onomatopoeic Bubble (Slightly Increases Taunt Value)]

[Skill Slot 2: Color Swap - When hit, transfer your color to the attacker (no damage, but provides a strong sense of presence/comical effect)]

[Skill Slot 3: Sticky Hug - Hug the target upon contact (no crowd control, no damage, randomly leaves a rose scent aura)]

Skill Slot 4: Empty

Ron's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

The combination of these three skills is a ruthless mockery of traditional dungeon monsters!

Especially that "color swap"—the person who attacks her turns pink and smells of roses?

The combat effects...

Just thinking about it makes my lips twitch.

But... this extremely unusual combination of skills gave Ron a sudden inspiration!

How could a monster undergo such a radical mutation during its growth?

Beneath their seemingly "useless" appearance, are there unknown possibilities hidden?

The direction and potential of this mutation... are worth studying carefully!

"I'm very hardworking, and I have several little ones to take care of at home, so I really can't be without a job..."

The pink slime's tearful pleading pulled Ron back from his thoughts, filled with the pressure and sorrow of survival.

Ron's heart skipped a beat. He didn't reply immediately, but simply nodded and turned to walk back to the counter.

Upon seeing Ron return, Moretti quickly plastered a fawning smile on his face, as if to make up for his previous offense:

"Sir, how about I write down the list for you right now? I'll go and make the arrangements immediately!"

He was certain that with just a word from the princess, those noble gentlemen and ladies would have to give him some face.

Claudia also advised:

“Ron, these monsters… have really special abilities. You should think it over carefully. It’s best to have your father mediate.”

Ron shook his head with unusual firmness.

His gaze swept over the figures still ignored in the corner—