I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

In the evening, Ian and his group arrived in Honeydew Town.

The town was much more lively than when Barbara last left.

The streets were bustling with people. Besides the usual adventurers, there were also many tourists, and even some noblemen with guards.

Clearly, news of the hero's "liberation" of the Sweet Forest had spread, and former adventurers had returned.

Of course, tourists are drawn by the reputation of the Dream Curtain Theatre Company, since adventurers generally don't come specifically to see a performance.

"There are so many people..." Lilith said in a low voice.

She changed into a black hooded cloak that covered her pointed ears and the wings on her back.

Barbara still clutched the sacred book she never let go of, and a dark blue slime perched atop her head.

After all, it is within the sphere of human influence.

If an adventurer sees a slime running around, it can even talk.

That would probably cause a sensation among adventurers, and they would likely all rush up to capture him and sell him for money.

Nicole said that it's quite common for human girls to keep slimes or other cute monsters as pets.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ian must find a human-looking person to take him along.

Ian's first thought was of Kiki.

However, Kiki had little interest in watching performances and declined Ian's invitation.

In her words, "If it were the old days, I would definitely go if the town were blown up into the sky."

Ian had no choice but to settle for second best and chose Barbara from the Gilded Rose Squad as his mount for the trip.

The identity of a church pastor still carries a tiny bit of weight in the adventurer community.

As for Lilith, she seemed to be saying, "If you won't let me go, I'll just sneak over."

Ian was forced to bring her along, lest she sneak around and cause even more trouble.

……

Barbara led the way, and the group soon arrived at Bingo Tavern.

The tavern was larger than Ian had imagined; it was a three-story wooden and stone building with a sign hanging at the entrance painted with colorful berries.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a cacophony of noise and the aroma of ale hit you.

Everyone's attention was briefly focused on Ian and his group, but quickly shifted away.

The hall was packed with people, and adventurers were chatting and laughing loudly around a long table.

The waitresses, dressed in short skirts, moved among the tables and chairs, and occasionally someone would reach out and try to grope them.

A roaring fire burned in the fireplace, and animal hides and rusted weapons hung on the walls as decoration.

In the corner, a bard strummed his harp and sang a ballad about a voyage, but his voice was almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.

"Three guests, do you have a reservation?" A young waitress wearing an apron greeted them.

Barbara handed over the VIP ticket tucked inside the scripture.

The waiter glanced at him and immediately bowed slightly: "Please follow me, the private room on the second floor is ready."

They followed the waiter through the hall and up the side staircase to the second floor.

The second floor was much quieter than the first floor, and was divided into several private rooms, with heavy curtains blocking the way at the entrances.

As we passed one of the private rooms, the curtain was lifted a crack, and a familiar face peeked out.

He was the tavern owner, and at that moment he was beaming, his smile barely concealed.

"Hehehe, how much will I make tonight...?"

The boss muttered to himself, his gaze landing on Barbara: "Ah! It's that priestess who was drinking juice earlier! You still have teammates?"

Barbara paused for a moment before answering, "...She didn't come."

The boss seemed to want to say something more, but when he saw Barbara's short figure behind her and the cold gaze coming from under her hood, he was immediately distracted.

He could only give an awkward laugh and retreat back into the private room.

Ian and his group's private room was at the end of the corridor. It wasn't large, but it was furnished relatively comfortably.

A small round table, a few chairs, and fruit platters and drinks were already laid out on the table.

Most importantly, there is a large window facing the town square, from which you can see the stage being set up tonight.

"The show will start in half an hour, please wait a moment." The waiter then left.

Lilith drew the curtains and carefully checked every corner of the private room. Only after confirming that there were no strange magical fluctuations or hidden compartments did she relax slightly.

"There are even more people in the square now." Lilith peered curiously through the gap in the curtains.

Ian jumped down from the white-haired man's head and onto the windowsill.

The big, jelly-like head poked out, vying with Lilith for the narrow window through the curtain gap.

This is the first time he has returned to human society since he lost his human status.

However, the familiar world has now become a world filled with swords and magic.

This feeling is both familiar and strange.

Just then, he noticed two unfriendly gazes.

Through the gap in the curtain, he saw two men dressed as adventurers leaning against the wall on the street corner downstairs.

A man with two knife scars on his face and a long sword on his back.

The other was thin and sinister, with a dagger at his waist.

The two were talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the private room on the second floor.

Lilith noticed it too, her silver eyes narrowing slightly: "Someone is watching the private room."

Ian whispered in response, "Maybe they were just curious about the guests in the private room and didn't let them see your pointed ears?"

But Ian still opened the panels for those two.

Two ordinary adventurers, one at Tier 3 and the other at Tier 4.

The talent section is empty, and the skill section only has three or five combat skills, none of which are at a high level.

Skills like "jump" and "slash" don't sound like high-level stuff.

They might have ulterior motives, but...

There were only two small fry left, and Ian relaxed a bit.

……

Half an hour passed quickly, and the lights in the square gradually dimmed, leaving only the stage illuminated by a few magic lamps.

The performance has begun.

Ian found it boring after watching for a while.

That's it?

It's less of a drama and more of a magic show...

Having been exposed to a vast amount of entertainment in his previous life, Ian had seen all sorts of grand occasions.

The plot is unremarkable, just a very classic Dragon Quest scenario.

"There wasn't even a scene to annul the engagement? The screenwriter is a bit lacking..." Ian muttered to himself.

However, the magical light effects throughout the performance were extremely gorgeous, and there were even illusion-type magic spells to simulate the scenes.

There's also a bard-like chanting magic used as background music, which has a subtle, almost brainwashing effect.

Ian thought it might be because magic was too convenient here.

Are all these theater troupes in another world pursuing more elaborate magical effects?

Or perhaps one could pursue the more alluring magic of a bard.

Thus, the plot was overlooked.

Eh?

An idea suddenly popped into Ian's head.

Find some classic movies, film them in another world, and create a little cultural invasion?

Not to mention anything far in the future, like its global popularity.

I can't even imagine how infatuated Vivian, that fun-loving dragon girl, would be!