Slime Immortal.

Chapter 81 Devil, this is a devil!
Dungeon fog area.

Alice and Karen stopped behind a relatively dry mushroom rock at the edge of the fog area.

Karen frowned, his eyes trying to penetrate the milky white wall of fog. He lowered his voice, his tone full of obvious confusion.

"Sir, this damn place is full of fog and poisonous insects. It's perfect for stealthy thieves."

"What's that kid Arno thinking? Hiding here is just like walking into a trap, isn't it?"

"Should we follow in?"

Alice's gaze was as calm as water, as if it could see through the thick fog.

"Karen, since he dared to use himself as bait to lure the 'Rusty Key', he must have some other ideas. Beneath his reckless appearance, perhaps he has hidden calculations that we haven't seen through."

"As for following him in, there's no need. This is the thieves' home turf. Moriarty might be hiding somewhere. We just need to wait here and close the net."

"Understood, sir."

Karen took a deep breath of the moldy mist and nodded. He gripped the sword at his waist tightly and sighed slightly in his heart.

Arno, you kid, you're hiding in such a damn place, you'd better wish for good luck.

In thick fog.

Scarface and Jimmy had already sneaked some distance in the fog.

"Jimmy, do you...do you feel that this fog...seems thicker than before? It's almost like a wall."

"Indeed, be careful, this Arno might have other tricks up his sleeve."

Jimmy licked his dry lips, his vigilance growing.

The two walked in the mushroom forest. The huge pale mushroom trees were like silent giants, casting twisted and grotesque shadows in the thick fog.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of their heavy breathing and the mud being stomped on.

I don’t know how long I walked, maybe only a dozen minutes, maybe a century, but the scenery around me didn’t seem to change at all.

"Something's wrong...Jimmy, something's really wrong!" Scarface's voice was filled with obvious panic. He stopped and pointed at a strangely shaped fungus tree next to him with a huge purple tumor on the top.

"This damn tree! Didn't we just pass by it three times?!"

Jimmy also stopped and his face turned ugly.

He looked around, and all he saw was the same pale color, as if it had never changed.

A cold fear crawled up my spine.

"Damn it! I've been tricked. It must be that guy's doing. A magic circle, definitely a magic circle! Quick! Go back!"

The two turned around in a hurry and stumbled trying to return along the same route.

But the moment they turned around——

A sudden change occurred!

The thick fog before my eyes was like a stage curtain, rapidly retreating to both sides without any warning.

The vision suddenly broadens.

A shabby little fortress built of mud bricks, rough mushroom tree trunks and tough vines, as if emerging from the ground, stood abruptly in the open space less than ten steps in front of the two people.

The fortress was crooked, with mud and moss filling the cracks, giving it a sense of haste and sloppiness, but in this environment, its very appearance was terrifying.

"What the hell is this?!"

Scarface's eyes almost popped out.

Jimmy was also dumbfounded.

"Fort...fortress? Who builds a house in the foggy area of ​​the dungeon?"

"Or is this a hidden area?"

They cautiously looked towards the broken door of the fortress. Through the crack in the door, Jimmy saw a corner inside the fortress, where it seemed... there seemed to be a box.

"Treasure...treasure chest?"

"Scarface, look! It's a treasure chest! Could this... could this be a hidden room in the dungeon that we stumbled upon by accident?!"

A huge sense of surprise and absurdity hit the two of them.

Was this an ambush set by Arno, or were they lucky?

Who would build a fort in a foggy area?

Could it be an ancient relic?
The two looked at each other, and for safety reasons, they suppressed their excitement and carefully circled around several times, trying to eliminate possible traps.

Even consider preparing a retreat route.

However, these ruins seemed to be protected by a magic circle. Every time they tried to escape, they would inexplicably return to their starting place every time they went deeper into the fog.

They were locked up in here.

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 roared and drew his short sword to follow. Facing the two bloodthirsty thieves, Arno eagerly stretched his petrified right arm.

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!
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(End of this chapter)