Chapter 460: Chapter 247: Are the black-limbed lambs wearing black stockings? _2
Slowly walking, Shami arrived at the Swordsman Academy.
Near the Swordsman Academy, Shami heard crying.
Following the sound of crying, Shami slowly walked to the path beside the Swordsman Academy and saw a boy pounding the ground with his fists, crying bitterly.
Morris kneeled on the ground in agony, crying his heart out.
"Slime Boss, how could you die in such a place, during the medical examination! How am I supposed to accept this! We promised to conquer the Swordsman Academy together! We promised to win over the girls from the neighboring Knight Academy! If the boss is dead, then there’s no point for a little brother to live either!"
Morris shouted passionately, his nose running.
No, a jelly wouldn’t say something like that. These things are purely your imagination! And since when did your feelings become so deep with each other!
Shami frowned. He originally wanted to walk away, but ultimately couldn’t bear it.
After all, this human little brother followed the jelly and even actively set up a tombstone for it, showing loyalty and affection.
Since he couldn’t tell him the truth, he decided to fabricate a kind lie to make Morris feel a bit better and give him some hope in life.
Shami prepared a bit and slowly walked over.
Morris looked up.
"It’s, it’s you..."
"Hmm."
Shami nodded.
"Before Slime left, he entrusted me to give you something."
Shami reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper for Morris.
"Open it."
Morris hesitated, then slowly opened the paper, which seemed to be stained with some sticky white liquid. He looked at Shami in confusion.
"This is Slime’s blood."
Shami explained.
"No! Slime Boss!!!"
At this moment, Morris cried even harder, his hands trembling as he held the paper to his chest. After a while, he finally opened it.
On the paper, written with a black marker, was a line.
[Want Slime’s treasure? If you want it, you can have it all. Go find it! I’ve hidden all the treasures there!]
There was also a very rudimentary map made mostly of arrows.
"Slime’s treasure, the boss actually left me something like this..."
Morris gradually stopped crying, standing up in shock.
"Yes... this is the legendary Slime’s treasure, go find it well, don’t think short-sightedly."
Shami, having completed his task of consolation and successfully saved a life, slowly turned around.
The BGM played: The light of the righteous path~!
"Wait, why would Slime use human handwriting!"
Morris hurriedly stopped Shami.
Shami turned around and calmly explained.
"Because you can’t understand Slime’s writing, you idiot! As someone who spent so much time with Slime, you’d at least understand a bit of its writing, right."
"Ohhh, it’s a translated version..."
Morris stared blankly at the paper, while Shami was already too busy to pay him any more attention and quickly left.
——
Time, let’s rewind a bit.
Shami encountered Theo at the livestock market in Saint Karno City.
Since their last picnic together, it had been several days since they met.
As soon as they met, Shami saw Theo being chased by a few people.
"Shami, save me! This bunch lost a monkey and then came at me with a net!"
"Don’t think I won’t recognize you just because you’re wearing clothes!"
"Picking locks, huh! Sneaking away, huh!"
A few burly men with nets were relentlessly pursuing.
There was no specific communication pathway established between Shami and Theo. It was a stroke of luck for them to meet in the vast crowds of Saint Karno City.
Shami decided to rescue Theo.
After paying the men 2 gold coins for Theo’s release, the men with nets finally gave up.
Once the men walked away, Shami tossed several pouches, which he had just swiped from the waist of the pursuers, with his right hand.
The [lv.3 Theft Skill] Shami learned from a skill book he picked up not long ago from the goblins was finally put to use, wasn’t it?
"What are you doing here, Theo? If you’re appreciating the scenery, you shouldn’t be in such a place."
Shami tossed one of the pouches to Theo, and Theo finally calmed down.
"I’ve certainly enjoyed the scenery these past few days, but despite Saint Karno City’s vastness, it doesn’t feel like my place. Compared to life here, I still prefer the days in the village."
Theo beckoned, and Shami joined him in entering the enormous livestock trading market.
"I’m planning to return to Yili Village soon."
Theo looked seriously at Shami.
"That’s great. While you’ve been away, the village seems to have lost its soul."
Shami chimed in.
"Of course! However, this time I won’t go back empty-handed; I’m going to bring new vitality to the village."
Shami gazed at Theo with a hint of admiration.
Before long, Theo stopped in front of a stall.
"Here we are."
Shami looked up.
[Lamb Selling Center]
Ahead was an open field, fenced off, housing over a hundred various breeds of lambs bleating endlessly.
"What type of lambs would the two of you like to buy? We have the most extensive variety here, from the plateau black sheep of the Aireland Continent’s west to the western cowboy lambs; every breed is available~"
The woman selling the sheep welcomed them warmly.
Theo’s eyes lit up as he excitedly walked in.
"So this is the new vitality!"
Shami teased, yet accompanied Theo in choosing lambs.
"Currently, the village’s lamb breeds are quite limited; it gets boring after a while. There’s a vast expanse of grassland outside, so I plan to introduce some different breeds. The number of sheep breeds in a village is a crucial indicator of its strength!"
Theo surveyed his surroundings and earnestly began selecting.
Shami looked at the lambs, most of which barely reached his knee height, slowly losing his temper.
The lambs seemed quite cute.
"Shami, the one you picked isn’t right; you need to pat its butt. That’s where its future development quality lies."
Theo used a rather scientific approach to pat several lambs’ behinds.
"Look at this one; it’s bound to have a big butt when it grows up. The one you have won’t do—it’s cute but won’t grow big."
"You’re surprisingly knowledgeable about this, Theo!"
"I had a diary dedicated to lambs, containing years of research. Unfortunately, I lost it after being attacked at my doorstep, and I don’t know who tossed it away."
Shami felt a bit guilty.
"By the way, Shami, have you ever tried this black-butt lamb?"
"Look at this lamb; its four legs are black as if wearing black stockings."
"These lambs look small everywhere—short legs, tiny hooves, a small face, and short fur like little girls..."
"? Theo, maybe you shouldn’t return to the village after all!"
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Back to the present.
Shami was packing in the hotel.
After touring the school and the city, ensuring he hadn’t left anything behind, Shami felt ready to leave.
As for exploring further, like the Magic Tower, that can wait for another time.
Whether it’s a Magical Girl or the tower’s other parts, they’re still too daunting for the current demon lord.
Shami didn’t have much to take with him.
Aside from the jelly on the coffee table, the thorns from the Biological Garden at Saint Karno School, the Treasure Chest Monster activated outside the city, and the red mermaid, there were only some personal belongings left.
While packing, he filled the kitchen pantry with food, cleaned the house, and listened to the news broadcast crystal, making his final preparations.
[Saint Karno City’s temperature will drop below 5℃ soon, please take precautions to stay warm.]
[The chips at the Saint Karno City central supermarket are half price today.]
[The director of Saint Karno City News Agency had his hemorrhoids explode while soaking in a hot spring, nearly losing his life.]
[No, do not listen to the previous piece of news; it’s false. The news agency director didn’t have hemorrhoids.]
The news broadcast crystal played the recent news.
After everything was done, Shami stretched leisurely.
"Indeed, these news broadcast crystals are still imperfect."
Shami entered the flat golden retriever’s room, planning to tidy up several rooms belonging to some young ladies.
[Recently, strange missionaries have appeared in Saint Karno City, they claim to be adherents of a new, never-before-seen religion, preaching pure love above all.]
Shami tidied up the flat golden retriever’s bed.
[Witnesses say these missionaries usually emerge at night, carrying two fixed horns on their heads, generally robust in physique, draped in cloaks, holding a book similar to the religion’s holy scripture with both hands.]
[These missionaries appeared again last night; leading them was a fitness enthusiast entirely in pink...]