I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 121 Extremely Poor Acting Skills

At the construction site, the cement platform is currently undergoing curing.

well.

At this pace, we can start building the main structure tonight.

Through spatial awareness, Ian knew that three humans were approaching the construction site.

A middle-aged man with mobility issues, a thin, weak man, and a half-orc.

His equipment was tattered, and his steps were unsteady.

A typical down-on-his-luck adventurer.

"The first wave of fish is here," Ian thought to himself. "Let's see what kind they are."

I remained lying face down on the platform, motionless, like an ordinary dark blue jelly.

But on a sensory level, Ian had already located the three people.

They were cautiously approaching the giant pit from the direction of Honeydew Town, along an abandoned path.

Ian thought for a moment and then sent a message to the minotaurs in the distance.

"Keep working, and act naturally. When humans approach, don't be too unfriendly, but don't be too friendly either; keep your distance."

The minotaurs received the message; they glanced at each other; then continued with their work.

Mix the next batch of cement, move the bricks, and organize the tools.

The movements were slightly stiffer than usual.

It's like performing in a play.

Ian's tentacles twitched as he watched.

"Be natural! Be natural! You're doing work, not dancing a robotic dance!"

The minotaurs tried to adjust themselves, but the more they tried, the more unnatural they looked. In the end, they simply gave up on treatment and returned to their usual invincible working state.

That works too.

It's better than dancing robotically.

A few hundred meters away, the three old men with limp legs lay behind a small earthen mound, peeking out and gazing at the construction site in the distance.

They were stunned at first glance.

What is that huge circular platform?

It is gray, with a smooth surface, and has a strange matte finish in the sunlight.

"That's—a stone?" "Old Lame" squinted. "No, stones aren't this smooth. And—the color is too uniform."

Skinny Monkey pulled out a small monocular telescope and held it up to his eyes; it was one of his most valuable possessions.

"Let me see—my God!"

His voice even changed tone.

"What's wrong?" asked "Old Lame".

"That platform—it's complete! A single piece! Without any seams!" The skinny monkey's tone was full of astonishment.

He handed the binoculars to the old lame man.

The lame old man took it, looked at it for a few seconds, and then gasped in shock.

He worked as a bricklayer before becoming an adventurer.

He was quite experienced in building materials; he had seen all sorts of materials—stone, wood, bricks, magic crystals—

But he had never seen anything like this before.

It is gray and in a fluid state, which can be poured into a mold and then quickly hardens into a solid whole.

There was no magical fluctuation.

At least he couldn't perceive it.

"What's that—" the old cripple muttered to himself, "Magic materials? This huge lump looks so luxurious—"

The big guy took the binoculars, glanced at them a few times, and said in a deep voice, "Those minotaurs are incredibly strong."

indeed.

Even from this distance, they could see the minotaurs easily carrying hundreds of kilograms of stones, as if they were carrying a sack of cotton.

The wooden buckets used for mixing cement were as thick as a person's waist. They swung iron shovels to stir the cement, their movements as easy as stirring soup.

"This power," the old cripple calculated in his mind, "humans might only possess this strength at a higher level. And—"

—There are more than twenty.

More than twenty elite warrior-level minotaurs, under the command of someone who appears to be a master of magical architecture, are building houses here?

This configuration is more than enough to take down a small town.

What exactly are they trying to do?

Skinny Monkey licked his lips: "Boss—should we—go any closer?"

"Closer," the old cripple gritted his teeth, "let's see if we can pick up some of that stuff to take back."

They desperately need the money.

Even if you just pick up a piece of that gray material and take it to an alchemist, you might be able to exchange it for some money.

The three men, crouching low and using the bushes and embankments for cover, continued to make their way forward.

Just then, the skinny monkey suddenly felt his foot trip.

It's not a physical obstacle.

Instead, it was a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of magical energy?

It felt like stepping into an invisible spider web.

His hair stood on end, and he instinctively jumped backward!

"There's something there!"

The lame man and the big man immediately stopped and looked around warily.

There was nothing there.

The only sound was the rustling of the wind through the grass.

But Skinny Monkey's thieving instincts were screaming alarm bells; he had indeed sensed something just a moment ago.

Is it a warning spell?

Or a trap?

He dared not go any further.

Old Limp also sensed that something was wrong.

This area is so quiet.

There wasn't even a bird chirping.

Moreover, those minotaurs were clearly working, yet they gave off a feeling of "everything being under control".

It was as if they already knew someone was approaching, but were just too lazy to pay attention.

"Retreat," the lame old man decided immediately. "Something's not right here."

But by this time they had gotten quite close to the edge of the pit, so the three of them had to slowly back away, keeping their eyes fixed on the construction site.

At that moment, a small accident suddenly occurred on the construction site!

A minotaur carried a huge stone slab toward the edge of the platform.

The stone slab weighed at least a hundred pounds, with irregular edges, and looked very difficult to move.

The minotaur walked to the edge of the platform and seemed to slip.

The stone slab slipped from my hand!

It flew towards them!

The three elderly, lame men suffered cardiac arrest!

If that stone slab were to come crashing down, all three of them would be turned into mincemeat!

But the next second, something happened that left them speechless.

The dark blue slime that had been lying on the edge of the platform suddenly slapped the floor.

Several magical tentacles emerged from the void, catching the flying stone slabs in mid-air.

Then, with a light and skillful touch, the stone slab was pulled back and placed back in its original position.

The whole process was smooth and effortless, as easy as picking up a fallen leaf.

The minotaur scratched his head, smiled憨厚ly, and then continued working.

The three lame old men stood frozen in place.

What did they see?

A slime? It used magic to trap such a large rock?

Is this still a slime?

Those tentacles look so soft, how could they have such great strength?

The old man with the limp throat moved, and he managed to utter two words with difficulty: "—Monster."

It's not a minotaur.

It's that slime with tentacles.

Skinny Monkey: "Boss, let's go!"

The big guy swallowed hard; as a half-orc, he was more sensitive to power.

Just a moment ago, he felt an unfathomable sense of oppression emanating from that jelly.

More terrifying than the king of monsters deep in the forest.

The three of them dared not linger any longer and scrambled backward, retreating several hundred meters away before daring to look back.

The construction site is still bustling with activity.

The minotaurs are working.

But the dark blue slime seemed to be reprimanding those giant minotaurs.

Even such a terrifying minotaur gets scolded?

That slime is probably more terrifying than you can imagine!

"Your acting is terrible! Why are you staring at us with those creepy eyes while we're working? And throwing stones at us too. What kind of adventurers are you to be scared by a bunch of bulls like you?!" Ian said sternly.

The minotaur scratched his head, looking rather simple and honest.

"I was curious about these adventurers too—I didn't expect them to be so weak!"