I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 122 Young Dragon?

But the old lame man knew they had been "warned".

That jelly had already spotted them.

What just happened was less of an accident and more of a demonstration.

"It would be easy for me to kill you all, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go." Old Sick Leg guessed that was probably what he meant.

"Go! Go back and tell the others, whatever you do, don't come near here—"

Bingo Tavern.

The boss was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Those three down-on-their-luck adventurers have been gone for almost two hours and haven't returned yet.

Could something really have happened?

I shouldn't have encouraged them to go and investigate.

What if they get turned into kebabs by the minotaurs?

They're all fellow villagers, familiar faces who've stayed in Honeydew Town for a long time. If something really happened, I'd feel really guilty.

Just as he was lost in thought, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open.

The three members of the old tumor-legged gang rushed in, their faces pale and covered in sweat, as if they had just been chased here by hundreds of goblins.

"How was it?" the boss quickly went up to her. "What did you see?"

Old Man with the tumor plopped down in a chair, grabbed a glass of water from the table, and gulped down a large mouthful before catching his breath and saying, "I saw it. It was terrifying—"

"Terrible?" The boss's heart sank. "They attacked you?"

"They completely ignored us—" Old Limp shook his head. "No, wait, it seems we were attacked again. But we were stopped by the slime leader."

He recounted everything he had seen, albeit haltingly.

A magical gray material.

A minotaur with terrifying strength.

And there's that deep blue jelly that can catch a 200-pound stone slab with its tentacles.

The skinny monkey chimed in, "We even sensed a warning spell! We almost stepped into it!"

Old Leg added, "That slime—is more terrifying than a dragon."

At this moment, the large orc who had been silent all along suddenly spoke.

"No, dragons are far more terrifying; there's a young dragon right there—"

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The boss was stunned.

Even the baby dragons are here. This seemingly honest big guy is quite the braggart!

Everyone knows that in recent decades, there has only been one known black dragon in the world, but it has already reached adulthood.

The other dragons had no idea where they were hiding.

However, if there really were a baby dragon, it would be enough to drive any powerful figure crazy!

However, this was no longer something he could consider.

He began to think about other things that sounded plausible.

Gray material? Never seen it before.

Are minotaurs strong? That's normal.

Can jelly catch a stone slab?

—Wait, jelly?

He suddenly remembered the small, dark blue thing he had seen through the binoculars yesterday at the edge of the pit.

So it was him?

"Are you sure—that's a slime? And—very strong?"

Old Tumor Leg nodded vigorously: "Very strong. I feel that if it wanted to kill us, one tentacle would be enough."

"7

The boss fell silent.

He felt that his common sense had been challenged.

If the new neighbor is really that powerful, is his little tavern big enough for him to demolish?

But on second thought, being strong isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Strength means stability.

This means they won't be easily driven away by human adventurers or the kingdom's army.

This means his business can continue for a long time!

As long as he can establish a good relationship with the other party.

The boss's eyes lit up again.

"You've all had a hard day." He took out a small bag of copper coins and placed it on the table. "This meal is on me. Also—be sure to tell everyone about what you saw today."

"We understand, we're tight-lipped —"

Old Tumor Leg naturally agreed and reached for his money pouch. But then he suddenly came to his senses, and his hand froze in mid-air.

"Huh? You mean—you absolutely have to? Spread it around everywhere?"

"Of course! The sooner you spread the word, the sooner this place will become lively. Oh, and by the way—the more outrageous the claims, the more dramatic they become."

The tavern owner even thoughtfully offered advice on spreading rumors.

The three men, carrying their money bags, silently left the tavern.

Ian withdrew his tentacles and looked at the Minotaur engineering team standing in a row beside him.

After finishing their work yesterday, they didn't go back to Emberfire Maw; they slept right there in the makeshift shed at the construction site. Now they're all wide awake and full of energy.

So, waiting for new instructions.

"Squad leader," Ian hopped onto a rock, "Today's objective, using those precast cement bricks, is right here."

He stretched out a tentacle, holding a blueprint, and pointed it to the edge of the platform, which was directly facing the town of Honeydew.

"Build a section of city wall and a gate. Here are the blueprints. I want to see it erected before sunset today."

The squad leader scratched his horns: "Such a cool door? Can we even build one?"

"Sure," Ian said. "The signboard was built by those dwarfs; you just need to put it on."

The initial door had already been planned in Ian's mind, and he had previously entrusted Kiki to help build it.

From what we can see, the style that Kiki has created is somewhat similar to the Gates of Hell.

Although it doesn't seem like a place for normal humans to go in, I'm a monster after all, so maybe someone likes this kind of thing?

Anyway, Lilith will definitely like this style.

Ian looked at the group of muscular but simple-minded minotaurs.

"Be quick and stylish! Let those humans watching from afar understand that building houses is not the same as building houses for them."

The minotaurs looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with a mysterious and awe-inspiring light.

"start!"

Almost at the same time, on the roof of Bingo Tavern in Honeydew Town.

The boss climbed back up, clutching the old monocular telescope tightly in his hand as if it were some rare treasure.

He got up exceptionally early today, starting to wipe cups and set up tables and chairs before dawn, and then eagerly climbed onto the roof.

The information those three guys brought back yesterday was still a bit unreliable; he needed to confirm it with his own eyes.

The telescope was pointed eastward.

Adjust the focus.

The platform at the edge of the giant crater was now clearly visible in the field of vision. It was gray, eerily smooth, and gleamed in the morning light with an almost surreal quality.

The boss couldn't find the right words to describe it; in short, it didn't seem like something natural.

Then he saw the group of minotaurs.

They were moving small, gray, square blocks and piling them up on the edge of the platform. Other minotaurs were stirring some grayish mud with shovels in front of a large wooden barrel.

"It's about to begin—" The boss held his breath, his eyes pressed against his glasses, not blinking.

At the construction site, the team leader carried a bundle of cement bricks and tied it with rattan.

He strode to the edge of the platform and put it down with a thud. The other minotaurs followed suit, and soon a small mountain of bricks had been piled up along the eastern edge.

"Is the mortar ready yet?" the squad leader called out, turning his head.

"Alright!" The minotaur in charge of stirring picked up his shovel, which was covered in sticky gray mud.