Slime Immortal.

Chapter 91: Meeting

The prison van carrying the Rusty Key Thief slowly moved along the damp path along the shore of the Gray Fog Lake, its wheels making a dull sound as they rolled over the mud.

Alice sat in the driver's seat, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver sword pendant on her chest, as if she was thinking about something.

Adjutant Karen sat nearby, tightening his collar and muttering, "This damn place is so foggy in the middle of summer, and the humidity is so heavy it makes my bones cold."

"I hope a wild boar or something suddenly jumps out of the woods..."

"Swamp forests are like this. Heavy fog is the norm..."

Alice responded casually, but before she finished her words, her eyes suddenly fixed and she tightened the reins.

"Uu——!"

The carriage stopped suddenly, and the horses pulling it snorted nervously.

Alice's sharp eyes shot into the depths of the dense woods on the left side of the road. The light there was dim, but she could clearly feel a pair of eyes watching her from inside.

"Who is there?!"

She asked coldly, her voice piercing the silence of the forest.

The figure in the shadow seemed to sway slightly, without answering, but turned quickly and silently sank into deeper darkness.

Alice looked at the blurry outline, and an inexplicable palpitation and sense of familiarity suddenly surged in her heart.

She, who has always been rational, made an abnormal move.

"Karen, keep an eye on the carriage and the prisoner. I'll be back soon."

Before she finished speaking, she jumped off the carriage and rushed into the dark forest without hesitation.

Alice's figure moved quickly through the dark woods. Following the guidance of the figure, she struggled to pass through a banyan tree forest where there was almost no light.

An unknown amount of time passed, but the darkness grew thicker and thicker, like the mud under her feet. Just when she was about to be swallowed up by the oppressive darkness, the scene before her suddenly became clear.

Light, bright and warm light, poured down without warning.

She burst out of the stifling darkness and into a clearing bathed in the brilliant afternoon sun.

In the center of the clearing stood a small outpost built of black bricks and tree roots. Although it was crude, it exuded a strange sense of stability.

Next to the outpost, the most eye-catching thing is a neatly cultivated flower garden.

The daisies are golden, the wild lilies of the valley are white, and the unknown little flowers that look like scattered purple stars are blooming warmly in the sun.

Butterflies dance lightly among the flowers, bees are buzzing busily, and the vibrant colors are like a colorful velvet carpet that has just been washed and hung out to dry on the edge of the dark green forest.

This small flower garden, on the edge of this swamp full of danger and decay, seems so out of place, yet so... beautiful.

Alice was slightly stunned, and the urgency in her heart unconsciously relaxed a little.

She glanced around.

The outpost was silent, with only a slime squatting on the wall, seemingly "looking" at her curiously with its little eyes.

But how could such a lowly monster possibly have intelligence?

She thought it was just an illusion and slowly walked into the flower garden, her fingertips brushing against the soft petals. While exploring this unfamiliar paradise, her eyes were still searching for that figure.

Just then, the slight sound of horses puffing came from the other side of the outpost.

Alice followed the sound and walked around the rough corner of the outpost. The scene that came into her eyes made her freeze in place again.

A tall skeletal warhorse was quietly dozing in the shadows.

Its skeleton was a grayish-white color from age, covered in a tattered leather battle skirt.

But strangely, it showed no hostility towards Alice's arrival, not even a hint of vigilance.

He just raised his eyes lazily, as if she was an acquaintance he had known for a long time.

Alice's gaze fixed on the warhorse's tattered kilt. Though severely faded and frayed at the edges, the emblem embroidered on it was still clearly visible.

Silver sword and white wolf head.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. She stepped forward slowly, reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, and gently stroked the emblem that symbolized the glory and protection of the Arevalo family.

All the speculations and luck were settled at this moment.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The breath of the forest and flower garden rushed into my chest, carrying the warmth of the sun, a hint of lingering melancholy, and a more unique emotion.

Was it joy or luck...she herself couldn't tell.

When Alice opened her eyes again, they had returned to a deep calm.

She said nothing, but gave the unusually well-behaved undead warhorse a final pat.

Then he turned around and slowly walked through the vibrant flower garden.

Before stepping into the shadows of the forest, she paused and untied a gleaming silver family crest from the inside of her cloak.

He bent down and gently placed it next to a bunch of blooming light blue flowers.

Without looking back, the figure disappeared in the direction from which he came.

Next to the flower bed, the slime on the wall of the outpost jumped lightly, landed on the ground, and then jumped like a small marble into the shadow of the denser bushes behind the outpost.

After a while, a tall figure walked out of the shadows.

Arthur held the little slime in his hands, his empty eyes staring at the direction where Alice disappeared, speechless for a long time.

"Do you know her?" Slime's soft voice sounded in his consciousness.

"…younger sister……"

Arthur's voice was low and hoarse, also full of melancholy.

Even if the appearance and temperament have changed long ago, even if there is a boundary between life and death.

The bond derived from blood still made him recognize this heroic female knight instantly. She was the little Alice in his memory who would tug at his clothes and cry with a red nose.

However, she is not a little skeleton, but a living human being who has grown into an excellent knight who has embarked on the path of a warrior and can stand on her own.

"You really don't plan to meet her?"

Arthur was silent for a moment, fragments of broken memories flickering in the depths of his consciousness. Finally, he said in a low voice: "The Kingdom... Arevalo... does not tolerate the undead..."

"...I don't want to embarrass her."

"Is that so?" The little slime bounced in his palm, nodding like a wise philosopher.

"Sometimes it's better not to meet than to meet. When the time is right, we will naturally meet again in the future."

Arthur seemed to understand, but not quite. His Majesty's words always carried deep meaning.

He struggled to understand. "Like...a trial?"

"Yes, it's like a trial."

Alice left, leaving Arthur feeling melancholy and sitting on the stone in a depressed mood.

Fortunately, it was seen by Earl Bran who was passing by.

This chatty crow seems to have endless things to say, and he has a lot of ways to comfort people.

"Ha! Arthur, you idiot, shouldn't you be happy to know that your sister is still alive?"

"Why are you so melancholy? Why are you pretending to be so deep? Come with me to the river to pick up some stones."

"This is a sacred and solemn mission personally appointed by the great Slime Majesty. We cannot afford to be careless."

The soul fire in Arthur's eyes flickered slightly, and his empty heart was slightly filled. He stood up and nodded.

"Yes, Lord Bran."

(End of this chapter)