Slime Immortal

"Ah? Yes!"

After accepting the mission, Arno came to his senses and found that he seemed to have become the captain of the Monster Guard.

While a strange feeling arose in his heart, he was also excited about the devil's use of him.

But he was still a little worried.

"Boss, these stinging bees don't seem to understand what I'm saying."

"Don't worry. The guards will follow the route designated by the queen bee. Just follow them. If you find something wrong, just whistle and they will retreat with you."

"So are these beetles on the ground also part of the guard?"

Arno looked at the dozens of digging beetles on the ground that were undergoing training.

He was familiar with this kind of beetle. Apart from its shell being as hard as stone, it had almost no offensive power and was the toy that adventurers kicked around on the roadside for fun.

"You said these shields will be useful in the future."

"Shield?"

Arno reluctantly accepted his boss's strange way of thinking. Under Chen Yu's gaze, he led the Bee Guards out of the castle and headed south.

The Death Swamp in the south is not far from the Oak Territory, and in the absence of rain, the stinging bees can march quickly. It is estimated that Arno will be able to return in less than half a day.

Chen Yu took advantage of this free time to climb the oak steps and enter the slime tree house he built.

This tree house is about eight cubic meters in size, which is a very spacious space for Slime. It is enough to store the materials and tools he needs to practice drawing talismans and some common language books brought by Arno.

He originally planned to dig a basement in a hidden underground place to store these things.

But the swamp is very wet and water can be dug out with just a little digging.

A humid environment is suitable for slime, but his precious pets can't stand it, so he can only build the library and talisman house in a high place where sunlight can reach.

But the view from the top is really nice. Through the small window, you can overlook the vibrant oak territory and the lush green swamp outside the castle.

Chen Yu always felt that if he drew talismans in a place like this, the success rate might be higher.

"With Level 2 talisman drawing skills, I should be able to successfully draw talismans in Zeyarilla."

Chen Yu swallowed the tools stored in the corner, and then spit them out onto the ground where the talisman was drawn. He used his soft body to "click and click" to flatten the leaf talisman paper, covered the talisman head with a mud brick, opened the ink cap, and dipped the stinger pen in ink... This set of actions consumed a lot of his energy.

The preparation work alone for drawing slime talismans is very troublesome.

Chen Yu clamped the stinger pen, inhaled air to produce bubbles, and decisively moved the gel to write, and the rune was drawn in one go.

You know what, compared to the scribbles I drew when I first started learning, this one at least looks pretty good. You can barely make out the word "敕".

It’s just that the spiritual power wasn’t flowing smoothly enough, so it still failed.

Fortunately, he had seen hope. When he thought about drawing the first talisman of Zeyarila, Chen Yu suddenly felt excited and changed the talisman paper and started writing again.

After failing four times in a row, he just drew his brush, and the Taoist pattern originally drawn on the leaf talisman paper suddenly emitted a faint spiritual light and merged perfectly with the leaf.

When you hold it up and look at it through the sunlight, the Taoist pattern appears natural, as if it had grown on the leaves.

"It finally worked."

Chen Yu was so happy that he was bubbling with joy. He carefully put away the talisman that he had worked so hard to obtain, and then continued to draw the talisman.

In the end, he used up the forty pieces of leaf talisman paper in stock and successfully drew five rock talismans.

Chen Yu swallowed a total of six talismans into his stomach, went down to tear the rock talismans into pieces to condense the rock spiritual barrier. He tried it and found that the defensive power was quite amazing. It could easily withstand the longer stinger attack of the bee guard.

Even his little archery skill could only create cracks in the spiritual barrier, requiring a second shot to penetrate it.

The effect is unexpectedly good.

If slimes had hands, Chen Yu would have been rubbing them together. (fly rubbing hands.jpg)

"Hey, monsters of Ze'arilla, are you ready for the talisman cleansing?"

As long as he has enough talisman paper and talisman ink, he can easily equip the entire guard with talismans.

By then, even Black Iron-level monsters would be able to display extraordinary combat power.

While he was drawing the talisman, Arno's forest trail development and swamp exploration were also going extremely smoothly. After easily driving away a group of cunning hyenas, he had a preliminary understanding of the situation in the Death Swamp.

So he rushed back to the castle and reported to his boss.

"You mean the Death Swamp is in chaos right now?"

Arno nodded quickly. "There are quite a few corrupted jackals and hyenas roaming the Death Swamp. They are almost the most powerful monsters there."

"Besides that, I also saw those corrupted... lizardmen."

He was obviously still angry, and he spoke through gritted teeth when he mentioned the corrupted lizardmen.

"It seems a strange monster with fire magic has broken in, causing all the monsters living there to leave their territory and roam around."

"I didn't see the monster, I only saw the charred tracks of its running on the grass."

"Flame monster?"

Chen Yu collapsed on his limp body, not knowing what he was thinking.

After chatting with Arno for a few more words and reminding him again to pay attention to the magic paper and magic ink, he gave him four talismans.

"Boss, what is this?"

A leaf with strange words painted on it?

Could it be some kind of cursed thing?

"The talisman, if you tear it up at a critical moment, it can save your life."

"Please take the other two to Sergash. She is with the Rot Moss Tribe."

"Can you save your life?"

Arno was shocked. Although he didn't know what a talisman was, he carefully folded the four leaves and placed them safely inside the lining of his leather armor.

Chapter 44 Arno's Instructor

Iron Boots Town.

Warm sunlight filtered through the dusty windows of the Old Oak Tavern, casting a shadow on the wooden tables and tin cups filled with ale.

In a corner of the pub, the atmosphere was particularly lively.

"Cheers! To our survival and our prosperity!"

Kelvin held up his glass, a genuine smile on his face that he had never seen before.

"cheers!"

Bloom slammed his big, fan-like hands on the table and laughed, his face flushed.

"Hahaha! For that stick from little Ella."

Ella's face flushed red, she was excited but also a little embarrassed.

"Uncle Bloom, stop it... I was just waving around in fear."

Kelvin drank the beer in his glass in one gulp and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"Guys, we were able to come back alive this time and make such a big profit. Besides our good luck and good cooperation, we also have to thank one person."

He paused, his voice filled with genuine gratitude, "'Miracle' Arno! He was the one who showed us the way."

"Yes! Cheers to 'Miracle' Arno!" Bloom raised his glass again.

"Cheers to Mr. Arno." Ella also echoed softly.

At the corner of the bar, a traveler holding a glass of water paused slightly when he heard the name "Miracle Arno".

The lady has long light brown hair, which is simply tied behind her head, revealing a face with slightly cold and hard lines but very heroic.

He sits as straight as a javelin, and even his low-key dress cannot conceal the military temperament and subtle aristocratic demeanor engraved in his bones.

Her companion, a seemingly capable and neat soldier, was observing his surroundings vigilantly.

Alice put down her cup, turned around, and cast a calm gaze towards Kelvin's table.

"Sorry to bother you all. I haven't been to Ironboot Town for a long time. I heard you mention 'Miracle' Arno... Who is he?"

Kelvin was speaking excitedly when he heard someone approach him. It was a lady who looked extraordinary and heroic. He immediately responded enthusiastically:

"Oh? Have you also heard of the legendary figure from our Iron Boots Town?"

"Has this Mr. Arno ever been a squire of a knight?"

Kelvin's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh.

"Yes, yes! It's him! Arno Belmonte! Do you know him?"

Alice shook her head slightly.

"No, I just heard of this name. Thanks for telling me."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

She stood up and nodded slightly to Kelvin and the other two. Then, she walked straight to the door of the tavern with her adjutant and pushed it open.

The afternoon sun lazily shines outside Tiexue Town. In the distance is a hillside that has been cultivated into terraced fields, dotted with golden wheat waves and emerald green orchards.

In the near distance, a clear stream gurgles by, several windmills turn slowly, and smoke rises from the farmhouses with white walls and red tiles, creating a tranquil and peaceful pastoral scenery.

Alice and her adjutant walked out of the town gate and stood by the road. She took a deep breath of the air that was fragrant with earth and grass.

Adjutant Karen followed behind her and couldn't help but whisper, "Sir, that Arno in the tavern just now... is he really the young man who was in the Border Guard Corps reserve?"

"It should be him."

"'Miracle' Arno... being able to survive in such a place and find a way to make money is indeed a 'miracle'. It's just a pity..."

"What a pity?" Karen was puzzled.

"Petrosis. That's why he had to withdraw from the knight training."

"This is a slow and cruel curse of the nobility. It requires expensive alchemical potions to delay its onset, and there's no cure. No matter how much wealth you possess, I'm afraid it won't buy back a healthy body... for too long."

"It's a pity, he could have made an excellent knight...May Cardos be kind to this poor talent."

As the two were talking, the sheriff of Iron Boots Town, a middle-aged man wearing a leather breastplate, ran over panting.