Me? A slime? A villain who destroys a nation? Fine!

"Then, as the village chief, I dedicate this village to you, my lord, and pledge my loyalty."

The village chief bowed his head in delight, extremely excited about this unexpected favor. He had been worried about what he could offer to please this nobleman.

The nobleman snorted softly, stroking his little mustache, thinking to himself that this young landowner was quite sensible.

"Alright, we're here to find Lord Firas. It's said he went to this place and then disappeared for several days. Asking you to guide us is giving you a chance. As for this village, well, I'll reluctantly accept it."

"Yes, thank you, sir." The village chief bowed his head, his smile almost impossible to suppress. Life would be much better now!

He was initially a little scared to come here, this filthy place, he was afraid of dying from the black filth disease, but now it seems that staying here for one night won't be a big deal.

The villagers passing by also looked at the group with astonishment, especially when they saw the soldiers and the village chief, their expressions became extremely uncomfortable.

When the village was polluted and turned black, the village chief was the first to run away.

He used the excuse of going to the kingdom to ask the guards to save the village to escape, and after that, he never came back, leaving behind a hopeless void.

This guy abandoned them, but now he's back with a nobleman.

Upon seeing that familiar face and that large group of people, Miral, who was still talking with Bella in the field, gradually became serious.

He raised his hand, gesturing for Bella to leave first, along with his granddaughter Millie.

"Grandpa..." Millie looked worried, but Bella noticed something was wrong and pulled her away.

In no time, Miral had gathered Lanno, Fatty, and everyone in the village.

Their eyes were filled with fear and hatred, yet they all clenched their fists tightly.

After all, they were facing a small guard squad, who were fully armored and clearly not a match for them.

"Sir, what brings you to our small village?" Miral, still standing at the front, questioned the other party.

Miral's words and actions slightly displeased the nobles, especially the village chief who was furious: "What kind of attitude is this? You don't even bow to a nobleman?"

"That's enough." The nobleman also quieted down the village chief, and then looked at the villagers with an appreciative gaze.

"You guys eat pretty healthily, don't you? You're all old men, but you're all muscle. Some of you are even as fat as pigs. Your food is pretty good, isn't it? I bet you haven't paid your taxes in ages, have you?"

The village chief immediately understood.

"Oh, right, as for the tax issue, you don't need to worry about it at all, sir. Leave it to me. For the past six months since I entered the kingdom, I've had the villagers pay the taxes to you."

"You're talking nonsense! You bald geezer! Where were you when we said we'd call for reinforcements? You ran into the country and never spoke to us again. Now you remember to collect taxes!" Lan Nuo couldn't hold back any longer and clenched his fists, cursing loudly.

Little Fatty roared from the side, "That's right! You treacherous beast, what right do you have to be the village chief? You're not our village chief, and the development of this area has nothing to do with you!"

"That's right! That's right! When we were dying, you didn't help us. Now you've remembered all the credit, but none of the credit for our village belongs to you!!!" The villagers also rose up in rebellion, raising their fists to express their grievances.

"Outrageous! You lowly people are truly insolent!" The village chief immediately lost his composure, his face turning red with anger.

"What are you lowly beasts yelling about? This land belongs to me! You were born on this land, and you will die on this land. Since when have you ever had the right to speak?"

Upon hearing this, the villagers erupted in anger and began to riot. But as the guards gripped their swords at their waists, Miral quickly raised his hands to stop the villagers.

"My lord, we don't care what you're doing here. But this is the territory under our fairy's control, not the kind of land that lowly people talk about. I hope you can understand."

"Oh? Your villagers seem quite resentful of you, huh? They've even brought up something like 'fairy lord'." The nobleman tilted his head mockingly, laughing at the village chief beside him. The village chief was so angry his face almost contorted.

"These lowly people have been left to their own devices for too long, and that's how they get here. They think the land is theirs. I think it's necessary to teach these villagers a lesson today so as not to interfere with our search for Lord Firas." With that, the village chief drew the sword of a guard standing nearby.

Seeing the sharp object drawn, the villagers' morale immediately plummeted, and feelings of defiance and repression welled up in their hearts.

"That's enough. Surround them. What are they doing, a bunch of monkeys jumping around like that? The stench of poverty is almost making me faint." The nobleman just waved his hand in annoyance.

The guards, understanding the situation perfectly, surrounded the villagers, drew their swords, and encircled them.

The villagers, unarmed and unable to resist, could only grit their teeth and clench their fists, putting them at a disadvantage.

Miral was in no position to resist. Although he was equipped with thieves' gear, he knew very well that if any of them made a move, the other villagers would be dragged down with them. He absolutely could not act rashly without absolute certainty.

"Let's go take a look. The layout of this village is quite nice." The fat nobleman looked very curious and began to stroll around the village.

Given the severity of the pollution, most villages near the infected areas have been abandoned, so the fact that farming can still be done here is quite surprising to him.

Moreover, these plots are quite different. At the bottom, there is a patch of green vines that separate the floor from the ground, and on top, there is a large amount of normal soil. They have already been planted and look like they were just planted today.

Whose idea was this? It so cleverly avoids the bad soil.

"And what's this? It's an eyesore. It doesn't even look like anything." The nobleman was strolling around when he bumped into an eyesore of a slime sculpture. He kicked it away because he didn't like it, and the slime sculpture fell to the ground.

"What are you doing? That's a statue of the Fairy!" Millie couldn't stand it anymore and rushed out to block the nobleman's path, pointing at him and yelling at him.

Bella quickly chased after Millie and grabbed her arm, saying, "Hey, don't run around!"

But in a short while, the two of them were immediately surrounded by guards, which made Millie feel a bad atmosphere.

"Oh? This little girl is quite pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. It's rare to find such fair-skinned girls in a village like this. I'll give you a chance; you can be my son's concubine in the future." The nobleman stroked his beard, planning to give his child a little surprise.

Bella quickly hid Millie behind her and stood with her arms outstretched in front of the nobleman, saying, "What are you going to do to a child?"

"Dwarves? Aren't you almost extinct? Why aren't you going back to your villages to solve the famine problem? What are you doing here?" The nobleman frowned in confusion.

He had no interest in talking to such lowly foreigners. With a wave of his hand, he had the guards surround Bella and Millie.

He then led the remaining guards to gradually plunder the village in batches.

His main purpose in coming here was to find Lord Firas, so searching the village was unavoidable.

As the nobleman approached the slime line, he suddenly stopped, his path blocked by a round, green little creature.

The other side has two small leaves swaying on its head, and is a small, entirely green slime.

The guards flanking the nobleman also gripped their longswords tightly at their waists, remaining vigilant for any strange creatures.

Lin Ming quietly gazed at the bewildered nobleman, maintaining a silent eye contact with him.

He's been watching this group of people for a long time.