I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 129 Investigation and Counter-Investigation

Late at night, one day later, on the edge of the forest east of Honeydew Town.

Twenty figures moved like ghosts through the shadows of the trees.

They wore dark, tight-fitting leather armor or chainmail, covered by inconspicuous gray-brown cloaks, which facilitated their rapid movement and concealment.

Even the roughest member of the team, Fierce Hammer, took off his beloved full-body heavy armor.

Mages also continuously cast buff spells, making them move with agility.

This team of twenty people made almost no sound!

The group advanced in a loose but coordinated formation, with two exceptionally agile figures at the very front.

It was "Fierce Hammer" and "Shadow Claw".

Lie Chui was a bald, burly man with a hideous scar running from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth. He carried a two-handed heavy hammer that was almost as tall as him, with sharp armor-piercing spikes on its head.

His eyes were fierce, his aura was deep and powerful, and every step he took carried a sense of strength—a typical sixth-tier brute warrior.

Shadowclaw, on the other hand, was thin and wiry, like a bamboo pole, wrapped in a dark gray cloak that blended almost into the night, revealing only a pair of sharp, piercing eyes that constantly scanned his surroundings.

He carried two poisoned daggers at his waist and moved as silently as a cat; he was a sixth-tier thief.

He is the team's eyes and the sharpest weapon.

Behind them followed a mage holding a short staff, chanting softly to maintain the [Mass Shroud] spell, and several sharp-eyed archers carrying longbows.

The rest were experienced and ruthless slave hunters, and the weapons they used were all sorts of strange and unusual.

However, they are all formidable figures, far superior to the novice adventurers in Honeydew Town.

"Stop." Shadow Claw suddenly raised his hand and made a concealed gesture.

The entire group froze instantly, as if melted into the shadows.

Shadowclaw crouched down, carefully examined the ground, and then looked up at the gray outline that stood out starkly in the moonlight in the distance.

That's the fence of the Happy House construction site.

He curled his lip and lowered his voice to Lie Chui beside him, saying, "See that? That wall. I heard it appeared overnight. Humph, what a joke. It's probably some cheap mud wall or an illusion."

Lie Chui said, "I don't care what it is, I'll smash everything in one blow. Captain, shall we just sneak over and take them out?"

"No rush. Let's observe first. Those minotaurs are strong, but their senses are as bad as stone. Goblins are even worse. We have plenty of time."

Shadowclaw shook his head. Although he looked down on those monsters, he still maintained his usual cautious habits.

He instructed the sorcerer to enhance the effectiveness of the concealment spell.

A fainter, more distorted visual ripple enveloped the team.

Then, he personally led two of his most astute slave catchers, like three real shadows, silently making their way closer to the construction site.

They bypassed any possible patrol routes, even though they didn't think the monsters would patrol properly, avoiding open areas and using every embankment, bush, and shadow as cover.

Their movements were professional, their teamwork was excellent, and they demonstrated a high level of stealth skills.

Soon, they arrived at a thicket of bushes about 100 meters away from the construction site's concrete fence.

From this angle, the construction site can be observed more clearly.

The wall was grayish-brown and appeared smooth and even under the moonlight, certainly not like natural stone.

Inside the wall, you can see some piled-up materials, and—a few minotaurs dozing against the wall.

Further away, there seemed to be several short, green figures swaying about; they were probably goblins.

In the center of the construction site, the dark blue slime lay beside a steaming pool, while a palm-sized black "lizard" lay on top of the slime, seemingly asleep.

"That's it?" one of the slave hunters couldn't help but chuckle, his voice barely audible. "Not even a decent watchtower, and the patrolling minotaurs are asleep? Are these monsters camping here?"

Shadow Claw also showed a relaxed expression.

He carefully sensed it and, apart from the minotaur's thick but rough life force and the goblin's faint and chaotic aura, he did not find any hidden, powerful magical fluctuations or warning spells.

The "dragon cub's" aura was pitifully weak.

"It seems the rumors are exaggerated," Shadowclaw murmured. "What 'building a wall overnight'? All show and no substance. A real defense wouldn't be so lax. Fierce Hammer is right, it'll be over in one strike."

They observed for a moment longer and confirmed that there were no other ambushes or traps.

Shadow Claw made a gesture, and the three of them quietly retreated to rejoin the main force.

"The situation is clear," Shadowclaw said to Hammer and the others. "The defenses are ridiculously lax. There are at most fifteen minotaurs, all dozing off. The goblins are negligible. The target slime and whelpling are by the pool, unprotected. That wall looks like a mere decoration."

Lie Chui licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with greed: "That whelpling, if we capture it, the Viscount will surely reward us handsomely! And those minotaurs, they're so strong, if we could catch one, we could sell it for a good price—"

The monk added, "My concealment spell can keep us undetected until we get close to the wall. With the minotaurs' senses, by the time they notice us, we may have already breached the wall."

Shadow Claw nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"The plan is simple. Mage, maintain the cover, we'll sneak up to the wall. Fierce Hammer, you take the men and break through the wall directly, creating chaos."

Archers and mages should focus fire on any tauren they might awaken. I'll lead the team to flank, targeting the slimes and whelps directly; capture them if possible, kill them if not. Once we've got them, set them ablaze, causing maximum destruction, then retreat immediately. The viscount wants their wolves and our spoils, not a prolonged battle.

"clear!"

The crowd responded in hushed tones, rubbing their hands together eagerly, as if they could already see the gold coins and rewards beckoning to them.

They completely disregarded the "monster construction site" in front of them, like experienced hunters looking at a herd of unsuspecting livestock.

However, what they didn't know was that while they were thinking they were perfectly stealthing, observing, and making plans, their every move had already been observed by another pair of "eyes".

Behind a cement wall at the construction site, in a makeshift sentry post hastily erected with wooden planks and tarpaulins.

There were no sleeping minotaurs here, only three goblins.

Instead of dozing off, they gathered around a dark blue, jelly-like object fixed to a wooden frame.

That was a clone terminal left behind by Ian.

On the surface of the terminal, several simple silver runes glowed faintly.

One of the goblins is number 007.

It was that goblin who had embarrassed himself so badly during military training, and Nicole had previously named him "Best of the Day".

The terminal in front of him was connected to the magical network of the complex detection magic [Puzzle Detection] that Ian had pre-woven and loaded.

Moreover, this pathway remains constantly activated.