Slime Immortal

Just when the two were getting impatient and wanted to destroy the magic circle, they heard a voice talking to itself in the fog.

"Boss, they didn't fall for it."

"I already told you that placing treasure chests is useless."

Arno heard the sound coming from his chest and said awkwardly, "That's right, I'll go catch them now."

"Oh no! It's an ambush!!"

Scarface and Jimmy's faces turned pale as paper in an instant.

In order to ambush the two of them, this madman actually built a fortress out of mushroom trees in this godforsaken place.

What the hell is this devilish operation?!

If they don't go in, we will arrest them and take them in.

It's crazy.

"Quick! Charge forward! Kill him!"

Jimmy drew the poisoned dagger from his waist and rushed forward.

Scarface also roared and drew his dagger to follow.

Facing the two furious thieves, Arno moved his petrified right arm eagerly.

A minute later, the battle was over faster than expected.

In the mushroom fortress, the thieves looked like two bags of freshly dug potatoes covered in mud. Arno picked up one in each hand and threw them into a dark corner.

"Cough...cough cough..."

The two men huddled in the corner with bruised faces and noses, looking at the gargoyle-like figure in fear.

Scarface was even beaten so hard by the petrified fist that his face was swollen like a pig's head and he couldn't speak clearly.

Jimmy coughed up blood foam, his voice trembling: "You...what do you want to do?!"

Arno ignored him, lowered his head to his chest, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Boss, we caught two, what should we do now?"

"Let one go, and have him go back and inform Rusty Key. If you want to redeem them, bring gold coins. Each person... um, five... no, one hundred gold coins!"

"If you have one missing seed, you can turn the other one into fertilizer."

"ransom?"

Arno looked confused. He felt like he could no longer keep up with his boss's train of thought.

"Stupid! Those thieves will definitely not pay the ransom."

"Wait until they come to catch you, then we'll take them one by one into the small dark room."

"Oh... Okay... It seems that's the truth..."

The boss is indeed the devil himself.

The plan that was formulated was far more sinister than he had imagined.

Arno took a deep breath, tried to keep a straight face, and tried to imitate the ferocious mercenary leaders in his memory.

"Listen, you are my prisoners now."

"If you want to live, have 'Rusty Key' pay the ransom in gold coins. One hundred gold coins per person, less a copper coin..."

He paused, as if recalling his boss's words, "Just turn the other one into fertilizer for growing flowers."

"Wha...what?!"

"Ransom? You want us to pay?!"

The expressions on Scarface and Jimmy's faces changed from fear to disbelief in an instant.

What did they hear?

The thief... was kidnapped.

They also demanded a ransom from their own guild.

Has the world gone crazy?!

Scarface, with his swollen face, reacted faster. Seeing that Arno seemed to be genuinely waiting for them to make a choice, he shouted incoherently, "Let...let me go. I'll go inform the guild."

Arno nodded, walked over, and ruthlessly searched Scarface and Jimmy, taking away all their valuables and weapons.

"Go away, and remember to come back with the ransom." Arno waved his hand.

Scarface seemed to be pardoned. He crawled out of the reopened mushroom door and disappeared into the thick fog without looking back. He was so fast that it seemed as if there were ghosts chasing him.

The only one left in the fortress was Jimmy, who looked ashen and collapsed on the ground.

Arno walked up to him and looked down at him. "Now write down the names of all the members of the Rusty Key Guild that you know, and the locations of their strongholds."

Jimmy looked at Arno's calm eyes and dared not resist. He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Write! I write!"

Trembling, he took out a small piece of charcoal and a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket, then lay on the ground and began to write.

After a few minutes, he hurriedly looked up.

"It's all here."

"very good."

"Boss, what should we do with this guy now?"

Before Jimmy could figure out who he was talking to, a ball of green slime jumped out of Arno's chest, and its gel-like little hand gently touched a nearby fungus tree pillar that supported the fortress.

The next second, something strange happened!

The mushroom tree pillar seemed to come alive, wriggling and cracking.

Several tough tree roots climbed out, wrapped around his hands, feet and mouth, and tied him tightly to the wooden pillar.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Jimmy's eyes widened in horror. He struggled desperately but couldn't move and could only make muffled whimpers.

He watched helplessly as the slime hopped to Arno's feet, and Arno actually bowed his head respectfully to the slime and asked in a tone of inquiry:

"Boss, what should we do next?"

"Of course, we'll catch them all."

"The ransom must be collected, and the prisoners must be imprisoned. Anyone who dares to resist, hmph... will be tied up and tucked into the wall as decoration."

Arno suddenly understood.

"Understood. Tie them all up and put them in the small dark room."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Jimmy, who was tied to a fungus tree pillar, listened to Arno discussing with a slime in a calm tone the evil plan of how to wipe out the entire "Rusty Key" guild.

The huge fear and sense of absurdity completely overwhelmed him, and tears of despair mixed with cold sweat rolled down his face.

Devil! This is definitely a demon in slime skin!!

What 'miracle' Arno? He is clearly a shameless guy who sold his soul to the devil!

This was definitely an organized and premeditated sacrifice ritual targeting the Rusty Key.

Finished!

Ruined!

The writer's words mean what the writer wants to say to the readers. So what exactly does the writer want to say to the readers? It is probably the writer's words, that is, what he wants to say to the readers. In short, it is the writer's words.

Chapter 82 Magical Items Are Also Food

The name "Miracle" Arno was like a fish tail sweeping away the mud and sand at the bottom of the river, making the dungeon even more chaotic and scaring out many small fish.

In just one morning, Chen Yu's wonderful little dark room had a fruitful harvest, and he had imprisoned six more little mice with rusty keys.

In order to make the Rusty Key Guild realize the seriousness of the matter, he released the second hostage.

After watching their colleagues leave, the five remaining thieves tied up in the small dark room could only whimper, their eyes full of shame and fear.

Only Jimmy, the first one to be caught, looked ashen and had given up struggling, with a hint of death on his face.

Ha ha……

He had already seen through the truth of the matter.

Everything is the devil's evil sacrificial plan.

In other words, these idiots are still struggling in vain.

He even began to think about what kind of kneeling posture he should use to escape more smoothly and quickly.

Rather than a meaningless death, it would be better to sacrifice my soul to that slime demon...

In the open space outside the small dark room.

Chen Yu didn't know that someone was thinking about him. He just sat in Arno's breastplate, slightly exposing his little head and staring at the spoils on the ground with his round eyes.

Arno squatted in the corner, gathered the gold coins and purses into a pile, put the confiscated daggers and poisons into a pile, and the rest were miscellaneous items.

Some black wooden signs with strange patterns that seemed to have magical powers caught Chen Yu's attention.

These black wooden signs have an uneven and strange appearance, more like pieces of dried meat.

Arno affirmed, "Boss, you're right. These signs are made from the dried magical organs of monsters."

More strange little knowledge.

After listening to Arno's detailed explanation, Chen Yu realized that magic organs were originally used as materials for mages and alchemists to make magic props. Because of their special value, they are widely welcomed by adventurers.

As customs evolved, adventurers' views on magical organs changed.

They firmly believe that the monster's magical organs hide mysterious and unknown powers, and wearing them can bring good luck and strength.

Later, some guilds discovered that the patterns in each magic organ were unique and it was almost impossible to find the same patterns.

Therefore, some guilds dried the magical organs of specific monsters and made them into identity cards to represent the identities of guild members.