Slime Immortal

Chapter 71 My Lovely Sister

"Cough cough..."

It immediately folded its wings, held its head high and chest out, assuming the most dignified posture, and even gracefully stroked the feathers on its chest with the tips of its wings.

"Since Your Majesty Slime has extended such a gracious invitation and has so... uh... foresightedly planned the future of the kingdom and its fiefdom, as a sensible noble who prioritizes the interests of the kingdom, I naturally have no reason to refuse."

It turned its head and slapped Arthur's helmet with the tip of its wings.

"Squire, what are you still standing there for? Hurry and meet our great and wise Slime King."

Arthur knelt on one knee again in silence, and made a deeper knight's salute towards Chen Yu:

"Knight Arthur, I am willing to serve your majesty and protect the territory, which is to protect the way of nature."

Chen Yu nodded with satisfaction.

Kings, nobles and knights.

well.

He immediately assembled the three classes that a kingdom should have.

Although there is only one noble and one knight, this is undoubtedly a good start for the great Slime Kingdom.

"Very well, Lord Bran, Knight Arthur, you shall rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Lord Bran flapped his wings excitedly, completely unaware that this seemingly solemn scene was actually just playing house.

After all, crows and the undead swore an oath to a group of slimes... This scene was too absurd and probably only existed in fairy tales.

Not even a bard could invent such an outrageous tale.

"I heard that you came from the Dark Land. What kind of place is that? And how did you get all the way here from there?"

Chen Yu was full of curiosity about the place that could give birth to an undead knight like Arthur and a strange crow like Earl Bran.

When mentioning the "Dark Land" and adventure experiences, Earl Bran instantly became excited.

This is its strongest area.

It immediately flew back to the stake and cleared its throat.

"Speaking of that dark place, Your Majesty, you have come to the right question."

"That's the realm of the dead, located deep within the ruins of the outpost, shrouded in eternal darkness and thick fog."

"The sky is dark and filled with the air of death. It is home to ferocious skeleton hounds, sinister vengeful spirits, and even rumor has it that bloodthirsty werewolves and vampires are lurking there."

"If an ordinary person goes in, I'm afraid there won't even be any bones left."

It puffed out its chest, its black feathers seemed to shine with glory:

"But there! This Earl! Bran Doomwing, a legendary figure who dominates the land. With a single stomp of his foot, the mists of the entire Underdark would tremble!"

Arthur, who had been silent until then, nodded seriously, his soul fire burning steadily.

"What the Earl said is true. The Dark Land is full of dangers."

"If it weren't for the Earl's guidance, I would have been lost in there and turned into a pile of bones."

puff!

Arthur, are you serious?

A noisy crow, stomping its feet to claim dominance in a dangerous landscape filled with undead?

The scene was so beautiful that he couldn't even imagine it.

Could it be that its burnt fur was caused by it bragging too much and being set on fire by some violent undead spirit?

Earl Bran keenly caught the slime's surprised look. It felt as if its foot had been stepped on. Its black feathers exploded and it jumped up in anger.

"Gah! Your Majesty, what's that look in your eyes? Are you doubting my ability?"

"Even someone as great as you can make mistakes sometimes. Back in the Dark Land, this Earl actually saved this stubborn donkey several times!"

Arthur said seriously, "Yes, that time in the Dark Canyon, we were chased by the minions of the Skeleton Lord and had nowhere to escape."

"The Count was quick-witted. He flew to a fork in the road and shouted towards the rock wall, 'Look! A glittering golden treasure!' The bones were attracted by the sound and fell into a trap when they chased after him. We were able to escape."

Lord Bran flew triumphantly onto the knight's shoulder, his head held high.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? If it weren't for this Earl's quick thinking, Arthur would have been caught up long ago."

Ok……

Chen Yu felt that it had really discovered a treasure.

It was by accident that the enemy fell into the trap.

"Arthur, there was another time when we had to cross a poisonous Sighing Swamp. The fog was so thick that we couldn't tell the direction at all."

"It's this Earl again! With his keen sense of the aura of disaster, he defied all odds and pointed out a path that looked even more dangerous, with thicker poisonous fog and mud emitting a strange green glow. What was the result?"

"We plunged into the deepest part of the poisonous fog and were nearly suffocated by the gas. But just when we were about to give up, the fog suddenly dispersed a little. Guess what? A dilapidated wooden boat was quietly moored in front of us."

"Thanks to that wooden boat, we not only safely passed through the core area of ​​the most deadly poisonous swamp, but also successfully avoided the Giant Bat Lord. Hahahaha!"

Arthur nodded and confirmed:

"It was just as the Count said. Although the boat was old and dilapidated, it floated deep in the swamp and finally helped us pass through the Swamp of Sighs safely."

Lord Bran paced triumphantly on his stake.

"This is the wisdom of this earl, turning the impossible into possible, and turning disaster into opportunity."

Chen Yu understood.

Isn't it just a blessing in disguise?

But every time I can hit the mark...

This does seem to be a skill.

Just like this dungeon, if it weren't for Earl Bran's iconic loud voice echoing in the empty cave, the location would have been exposed.

He might not be able to find them in time in the maze-like cave.

"I see... Lord Bran, your ability... is indeed unique."

When Lord Bran heard this, he was overjoyed.

It felt like it had finally met a soulmate.

His Majesty the King truly has a keen eye for talent.

"Hahahaha! Your Majesty is very wise. You have revealed the strength of this earl in one sentence."

It flapped its wings excitedly, flew over the bonfire and circled around it, as if being crowned.

"But this isn't some kind of gift. It's the authority bestowed upon me by the great being I believe in."

"The noble Lady of Rebellion controls the most unpredictable and dramatic twists in fate."

"This Earl is her apostle walking the world. I have a keen eye for the shadows of disaster and can also pry open the light of luck that defies common sense in desperate situations."

"The so-called misfortune and good fortune are reversed in just a moment."

"Ms. Disobedience?"

Chen Yu wanted to go back and look through the books in his tree house. He seemed to have never seen the title of this god.

I guess Lord Bran is bragging again.

Made up.

"..."

Lord Bran continued to brag to Chen Yu, but Arthur mostly just nodded silently.

Occasionally he would get distracted and take out the dry white flowers from his chest and stare at them.

I miss my sister.

"Arthur is doing well here, under the care of the wise Earl Bran and the great Slime Majesty. A new trial is about to begin..."

"Alice, my lovely sister, the cute little skeleton."

"Where are you now? Are you doing well?"

Chapter 72 Farming is also a trial

midsummer.

The ruins of the outpost camp.

The scorching sun burned the broken walls, and the distorted air made the monster's lair in the distance look like a swaying mirage.

This is the forgotten land of the kingdom and a paradise for adventurers, exiles and gray forces.

As the entrance to the Underworld, the forces here are intertwined. Among them, the "Rusty Key" Thieves Guild has infiltrated the shadows of the ruins like mold. They make a living by robbing adventurers and taking on gray tasks. Occasionally, they will do some work such as digging out taboos and reselling items from the ruins.

In contrast, there is the relatively neutral "Anvil Guild" that provides intelligence and mercenary services; and the "Silver Oak Leaf" is more mysterious. It is rumored that they are good at tracking and solving those "troubles" that the authorities are not convenient to deal with.

In this kind of baking weather, for the adventurers in the camp, nothing can soothe their anxious souls better than a glass of cold ale.

So, the "Wild Boar Tavern" in the center of the camp, which was built with huge rocks and rough wood, became the noisiest place.

The tavern was bustling with people. Mercenaries were playing cards and rolling dice on the table, brokers were whispering deals in the corner, and a few thieves wrapped in worn leather armor were looking around vigilantly.

In a corner near the bar, Alice Arevalo, a knight from the border of the kingdom, was sitting alone in a hooded cloak.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the silver sword pendant on his chest.

"Hey, beautiful girl, it's so boring to drink alone."

A burly mercenary, reeking of alcohol and sweat, staggered over and plopped down on the bench opposite Alice, grinning and revealing a few yellow teeth.

"Let Old Bart drink something strong with you. In this awful weather, plain water won't quench the fire in your heart!"

Alice didn't even raise her eyelids, her gaze still fixed on the clear water in the cup.