I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Lilith instantly emerged from the shadows, her Shadow Sword held horizontally in front of her.

"It's you again, you swindler! How did you get in?"

"Go through the main gate, your guards are very friendly~"

Mirabelle winked playfully, completely ignoring Lilith's hostility, and her gaze fell on Ian.

"Lord Ian, it seems you've encountered a little trouble? About... the half-elf?"

Ian had some doubts. The other party always seemed to appear at just the right time. He activated [Analysis] to check Mirabelle's profile.

【Name: Mirabelle Frosting】

[Race: Half-elf]

[Level: LV.45]

[Attributes: Strength 31, Agility 49, Constitution 35, Spirit 47]

[Talents: Natural Magic Affinity LV.8, Ancient Will LV.Max]

[Skills: Skill information cannot be analyzed at this time. Please upgrade your skill analysis level.]

Hey!

This seemingly soft and cute girl is already at the fourth level, and her talent in natural magic is also quite high.

What puzzled Ian was that although half-elves looked almost identical to elves, their lifespans were comparable to those of humans.

Mirabelle looks so youthful and beautiful.

Ian really couldn't see how something like the [Ancient Will] could be on her.

Weird!

"You were eavesdropping, weren't you?" Ian questioned.

"I just happened to hear it," Mirabelle corrected.

With a flick of her hand, she produced a pink candy, put it in her mouth, and continued speaking.

"And I can help you~ If I introduce them, at least they won't shoot arrows the moment they meet."

Lilith scoffed: "And then you'll want to collect referral fees, favor fees, and guarantee fees, right?"

"Miss Lilith, that's really hurtful to say."

Mirabelle made a wronged expression, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"I'm investing in the future. If Lord Ian can accomplish the miracle of relocating the forest, the future production of desserts from the Dragon's Nest... the Frosting Merchant Guild would be very interested."

Ian was still thinking.

It was Charles who spoke first: "What do you want this time?"

"This time it's free."

Mirabelle smiled sweetly, "Consider it... a show of my sincerity. However, if the negotiations are successful, I hope to have the right of first refusal when Dragon's Nest sells Sweet Forest specialties in the future."

"Sure. When can we arrange a meeting?"

Ian didn't hesitate at all, since Dragon Territory had almost no sales channels to the outside world.

It's just that Vivian is too irresponsible, and her powerful demons are terrified of her, so they don't dare to do anything out of line.

"Now." Mirabelle turned, her skirt swirling. "Oh, right..."

She turned back to look at Lilith, feigning hesitation.

"Is this Shadow Guardian also going? Half-elves usually react quite strongly to suspicious people sneaking around like that~"

Lilith's silver eyes widened.

"I am Lord Ian's bodyguard! Of course I must..."

"Lilith will remain at the camp. Miss Mirabelle, lead the way," Ian interrupted.

"A wise choice~" Mirabell chuckled and stepped out of the tent first.

Lilith was furious, but she didn't argue back.

Charles arranged for two rock monsters and two vampire servants to accompany him as guards.

The group headed straight for the half-elf settlement.

……

Sweet Forest.

Pale green magical dust floated among the trees, like fireflies.

The sweet fragrance in the air was stronger, but there was always a subtle, barely perceptible scent of decay lingering in the depths.

Mirabelle walked ahead, her steps as light as if she were dancing.

She seemed very familiar with the forest, easily avoiding several natural traps and half-elf sentries.

"Are you close to the half-elf?" Ian asked, bouncing around beside her.

"Business partner~"

Mirabelle hummed an off-key tune as she answered casually.

"They need human iron tools, cloth, and salt, and I need the forest's specialties. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. However, trade has decreased recently... the ancient trees are in poor condition, so the village has been closed off as a result."

She suddenly stopped and pointed ahead.

Through the gaps in the trees, you can see an open space.

In the center, a giant tree stands, but its condition is alarming.

The trunk is over ten meters in diameter, the bark is cracked, and many branches have withered and broken.

The few remaining clumps of leaves were also dull and lifeless, as if covered with a layer of dust. A pale golden magical barrier surrounded the roots of the tree, but the light of the barrier flickered.

Even more disturbing is the large, dark patch at the base of the trunk and roots, where rotten cavities can be vaguely seen inside.

"That is the ancient tree of wisdom."

Mirabelle's voice lowered. "It began to decline rapidly a few years ago. The half-elf tried everything—natural rituals, baptisms. They even saved up money to buy top-grade purification potions from humans… but nothing worked."

Ian initiated the [Analysis].

[Analysis] In the field of vision, a large number of black threads are intertwined inside the ancient tree.

It was somewhat similar to the half-dead tree beside his fountain of life, but it was not as decayed or as stubborn.

"Who did it?" he asked.

Mirabelle shrugged.

"Who knows? It could be an accidental leak from the abyss rift, or it could be the work of those cults that worship the abyss. But there are also rumors that it was contaminated by spring water that the half-elves brought from outside..."

Ian immediately thought of the Fountain of Life that he had purified before.

The barrier surrounding the Fountain of Life was also quite similar to the golden barrier at the roots of the ancient tree in front of them.

It's quite possible that the decay of this ancient tree was actually caused by the half-elf himself.

Ian was thinking.

Dozens of figures appeared silently on the surrounding trees.

With pointed ears, wielding a longbow or staff, the arrows were aimed at Ian and his group.

The two rock monsters immediately stood in front and behind Ian to protect him, and the vampire servants were also on high alert.

Ian quickly glanced at the stats of the half-elves; most were only at the second or third tier. The leader was the strongest, having reached the fourth tier.

There were indeed many people, but none of them were strong. Ian felt relieved, thinking that even if he couldn't beat them, he could escape.

The leader was a middle-aged male half-elf with a cold face and eagle-like eyes.

"Mirabelle, you'd better give me an explanation. Why did you bring these disgusting monsters to the Holy Land?"

"Don't be nervous, Elder Elwin."

Mirabelle smiled radiantly and performed a flamboyant skirt-lifting bow.

"This is Lord Ian, the representative of Dragon's Nest. He has a way to save the Ancient Tree!"

Erwin's lips curled into a mocking smile. "A slime saving an ancient tree? Mirabelle, I suspect your brain is filled with sugar. Look at his stupid expression."

Damn it!

What do you mean, "stupid"? Slimes are just a little rounder!

Sure enough, discrimination against slimes is everywhere.

When will this world finally treat slimes a little better?!

Ian spoke calmly, "I'm not joking. I can purify the corrupted Fountain of Life, and I can also purify the ancient tree."