- The ...... The otherworldly soul says it seems to notice us -- how do they relate to their kind? I mean, is it a good neighbor or the kind you see?

- Melters are not very powerful creatures, the lich says, their attack methods are extremely poor, their movement is slow, their intelligence is equivalent to that of a human child between the ages of one and two, and everything follows instinct. It often appears in swamps, but because of its sheer size, even the slightest vigilant adventurer can spot it in time, and only some stupid guy who can't even find his fingers will walk straight into its stomach like a blind man, it has no blood, no internal organs or bones, and its body is just a very corrosive solution - a solution that is often used by spellcasters to destroy the dregs left behind by experiments and battles, it can dissolve many things, including steel, but for a different period of time... ... Remember the little goblin we encountered in Sharp Jaw Harbor, whose never-ending stomach is said to be taken from the little monsters of the Endless Abyss, but the gastric juice is taken from the mud monsters of the main material realm, and we all think that the melt monster is the most likely.

The Otherworldly Soul didn't ask who "we" were, it had always been careless, and it had no time to care about anything else - "Jelly" was trying to get closer to the new ooze monster, the wriggling gesture was very cute, with a little chic joy, and the speed was slow, but the distance between the two could not be described in the first place - as the distance shortened, "Jelly" The resulting light grew brighter and brighter, a temperatureless green light, very similar to the glow emitted by the fiber-optic lamps often used to create a romantic atmosphere in another dimension. It illuminates the surrounding scenes—the living and the dead—in numbers and varieties that can make any ordinary person suffer from a phobia.

- I just want to know if it's the best recipe of its kind?

――...... Sometimes, the lich says. They devour each other, it's impossible to say who eats whom, anyway, they don't have brains, and together they are a new melt monster.

- Well, if we can't cast spells or attack right now - but at least we can escape...... Is it?

- We only have a cup of hot tea to become ooze monsters, said the lich. I don't think it's going to do a better job than a guy who's been a ooze monster for hundreds of years.

- I think if this were a book, and the author told the reader that the main character, who had been making soy sauce, was killed by a jelly slime in a swamp on the edge of a small village - not a dragon. Not a demon, not a god, not to mention the man who can't even name it, anyway. He's just game.over. Then the author happily wrote "The book is finished" at the end......

――What will happen?

――I don't know, but at the very least, I'm going to be cursed by countless people......

- Like you?

- That's right, the otherworldly soul admitted, but I don't think we should care about that right now.

The lich was right, dear Mr. (Ma'am) Jelly was much more fluid and comfortable than their clumsy wriggling patterns, and it caught up with them in a few words.

As it walks alongside the ooze monsters that the Lich transforms into. The otherworldly soul only to find out that it was half as big as them.

The light of the jelly became more intense and distinct, even though it had no eyes. But just as the otherworldly soul had just felt, it looked at them carefully and meticulously (all the while remaining the width of a human arm's length from them), and after several breaths of expansion and contraction, its interior suddenly churned violently, and a helmet that had been corroded but could still see the pattern was spit out, and then melted two soft fingers and dragged the helmet in front of them.

- What does it want to do?, the otherworldly soul asked, glaring at the helmet.

- Don't ask me, I'm not an expert on ooze monsters.

The helmet was clinging to the chocolate fuchet, and the original owner pushed it in, of course, neither the lich nor the soul of the other world would want this, the helmet could not be stuffed in, "jelly" Grunted for a while, he put the helmet back, and soon sent out a terrestrial legopod, like its relatives in the sea, this crustacean that grows deep in the land has a hard, thick shell, which the dwarves will catch, roast on the fire, and bite them with their teeth, like a squirrel knocking nuts, and then peeling the flesh from it to accompany the ale, the bards who have been entertained by the dwarves say that this meat is somewhat similar to crabs and lobsters, and humans or other species are not interested in this, both sea and terrestrial pods have fangs, and they have to use an axe to chisel their shells, and if they are not used with the right force, the shells will be crushed along with the flesh inside, I can't make it out and eat it at all.

But in the case of Jelly, which is a piece of candy wrapped in glutinous rice paper, a third of which has been melted away, and a flat head like an insect remains, and Jelly washes off its stomach juices with water from the swamp, leaving it with shiny translucent flesh, which looks delicious - strange!

The Lich and his cohabitants don't want this!

The gift was returned a second time, and the "jelly" let out a strange cry that the otherworldly soul could not comprehend - where could a piece of jelly hide the vocal organs?

More little fingers split off from Jelly's body, and they spread softly in the mire, stretching and trembling rhythmically, constantly changing their postures...... To make this already huge enough "jelly" expand visually and rapidly, a simple metaphor is that if this "jelly" was originally only enough for a thousand people to share, now it can be added to five hundred.

The little fingers moved over one by one, gently stroking the "Chocolate Mud Monster", along with the huge body behind it.

This scene felt familiar to the Otherworldly Soul for no apparent reason, especially when it remembered it in its ears...... The teacher's mellow voice - spring flowers are blooming, everything is recovering, and it is time again............ ￥...... Season......

――I want to ask, the soul of the other world, don't you think...... Yes. Is it ...... At...... You know?

- Yes, the lich said it was trying to eat us.

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"Where's Demon?" asked Anrui.

"In his comfort zone. "The leader of the "Fine Net" guild. More accurately, the leader of the thieves of the White Tower Branch replied briefly, as she walked up and down Anrui's room, her fluffy and showy red hair in an elegant bun, and the few shorter hairs that were not tucked in by the finely brushed hairbrushes, hung waddling around her honey-colored neck, curling. It's like a small fishhook, if it was a man who saw all this, his heart would definitely hook up at once.

Even if Anrui has the same gender as her. She still has the blood of elves in her body, and besides herself in the mirror, she may see more elves than ordinary people have seen in her entire life, even so. She still had to admit it. The female thief who suddenly appeared in her room had a convincing beauty - or rather a thief in her outfit, but she didn't always dress up plain and simple like other stalkers, trying not to attract attention - her hairbrush in her thick hair, the necklace around her neck, the rings and belts on her hands were all pure gold and inlaid with gems like stars, a dagger wrapped in a dragon's skin sheath hung from her waist, and the handle of Mithril was cast into the head of a dragon. It had its mouth wide open, and it was biting a pearl the size of a thumbnail.

There is also a sharpened hammer of pure gold. Tiny as a child's toy, it was cast in the shape of a demon's head, with the pointed part being the demon's outstretched horns, and the closed mouth sticking out of its fangs to form two small, downward curved tips, one can imagine the great pain and miserable wounds it can cause when it strikes somewhere.

Anrui could feel the magical power floating on top of these weapons, magic weapons, she said to herself.

Her eyes were black and shimmering with golden light, and she walked around the room without hearing a sound.

She stopped in front of the cradle covered by priceless tulle and lace, and for a moment, Anrui thought that she had found that it was nothing more than a puppy that had been changed by magic, and maybe she did, but she just inadvertently reached out her finger and touched the "child's" face, "It's so warm," she said, "The child is always so hot." ”

"Yes," Anrui said dryly, "babies are like that." ”

"Don't be so nervous......," said the leader of the guild, and she gently patted Anrui's high bed, which was still covered with fur, stretched a graceful waist, and lay down comfortably without the permission of her master, with her hands folded behind her head, and then slowly put one long straight leg on top of the other, she was wearing boots, but the underside was not stained with a little dust, and the shiny leather was openwork with gold trim on the edges: "I just came to talk to you, didn't you ask for it, want to talk to us?"

She tilted her head, "However, I seem to have heard that you are preparing to threaten us with force," she snorted, "This is not a good idea, honorable lord—you know that we can cut off your hand, or cut off your tongue, or simply cut off your head, before you give the first command." ”

"I know you can do it. Anrui said, "I won't do that." "Unless you force me to do that.

"That's good," the female thief nodded in satisfaction, "and what leverage do you have?, you know, Demont is an idiot, but he's stupid enough, he doesn't care about anything, we can do whatever we want, and I don't think it's a good thing to have a disobedient guy again." ”

"But if this continues, the White Tower will collapse, and you will only have an empty dead city - no one will want to come here, and no one will want to live here, neither to produce gold nor to give information. ”

The head of the thieves' branch narrowed his eyes dangerously: "We have our own merchant - well, don't talk about these useless things, my time is precious, take out your last hole cards, half-elf, what can Demon not be able to do and you can do?"

"Elves. ”

“...... Go on. ”

"As you said," said Anrui, "I'm a half-elf - and the White Tower's most precious goods come from the Grey Ridge, where the elves control it - after Durmon became Archon, the elves closed the trade between the Grey Ridge and the White Tower, and it hasn't resumed yet—and the trade in the White Tower has shrunk by more than half, and then you're here, and you're destroying what's left, but you want more, don't you?"

"What can you do?"

"Restore the communication between Ash Ridge and the White Tower. "The White Tower will flourish again, and people everywhere will come desperately for the sake of the elves' output, just as before - gold and intelligence will flow here like the waters of the Starlight River." ”

The female thief licked her lips and thought for a moment, "But I still have a document here - it's Archduke Luther, yes, it's signed by your master and the elves, and the elves are building new cities, don't tell me you're the first time you know about it." ”

"Elves live much longer than humans," said Anrui emotionlessly, "I only need ten years so that my people can have a respite." ”

"And after that?"

"They'll get used to it after that. ”

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――？！

- Is that so strange? The lich says that there are many creatures that mix the desire to reproduce with their appetite, which is normal, and for mud monsters, devouring each other is what you know—and the new life that comes out of the fusion is neither the original nor the original, it is new, unlike any of the previous ones, and that is their children.

- Believe me, I don't want to be its child at all.

- Me too, the former immortal honestly.

The Melt Monster is the most difficult of the mud monsters to deal with, it is not afraid of thunder and lightning, sound waves do not harm it, ordinary fire, ice and weapons are only the hand in the itch of the boot, it has no mature mind, and there is no way to deceive or intimidate, but mages love its gastric juice, especially the undead, so it is not very difficult for the Lich to deal with it, it just requires a little skill.

The mud monsters devour each other, but it doesn't mean that their tough skin will do the trick - they need to open their mouths, that is, open a gap for their acid to flow into each other's open mouths, and then the open mouths will stick to each other, and then the two mud monsters will become one.

The Lich left a slender Adamantite Shortsword outside before the change and carried it into the swamp, unable to attack as a Slime Monster, but not if the other Slime Monster was willing to swallow the sword on its own - the magic attached to the Adamantite Shortsword fought back violently when the Shortsword was corroded, and the scorching flames vaporized the inside of the Melt Monster in a single breath.

- This is probably the toughest refusal ever, commented the Otherworldly Soul. (To be continued......)

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