Slime True Immortal

Blinding sunlight, noisy crows that love to scream, insects gnawing on coffins... vampires have many things they detest, and swamps are undoubtedly one of them.

In swamps, not only are there all sorts of savage, filthy magical creatures, but also those sticky, muddy marshes that could soil their opulent formal wear and delicate leather boots at any moment.

For vampires who care deeply about their appearance, this is absolutely unbearable.

However, Viscount Casimir was already stepping into this place for the third time.

Even he himself hadn't realized that, unknowingly, he had grown accustomed to this filthy swamp he once avoided like the plague, and had even begun to vaguely appreciate its beauty.

Whether it was the bright afternoon sunlight piercing through the dense canopy to sprinkle upon the swamp, or those slimes huddled under the warm patches of light, lazily basking in "sunbaths," everything seemed to him filled with the beauty of nature.

In contrast, his companion, Viscount Zoran, who had come with him, hadn't stopped complaining since they stepped into the swamp's edge.

"This damned mud."

Zoran carefully lifted his trouser legs, now dotted with mud splashes, waved away a buzzing swamp blood-sucking mosquito, and muttered under his breath:

"I'm finding it more and more strange, Casimir. What on earth could be so incredible that it has you so obsessed, insisting on coming to this godforsaken place to suffer?" He subconsciously smacked his lips, feeling his decade-dormant craving for tobacco seemed to be stirring again.

But they had come in a hurry this time, not even bringing half a stick of his treasured cigars, which undoubtedly made his mood plummet to rock bottom.

"You'd better not be lying to me."

"If this is just to have me accompany you out to enjoy the 'swamp breeze,' I'll lie back in my coffin right now and refuse to wake up, no matter what."

"How could that be, Viscount Zoran."

A mysterious smile played on Casimir's face as he pointed ahead. "Trust me, you will absolutely not be disappointed. Look, we're almost there."

The two pushed aside the dense thickets, and their view suddenly opened up.

The slightly harsh sunlight shone down, making Zoran feel a bit uncomfortable as well, but his attention at this moment was completely captured by the sturdy, tall fortress ahead.

What made his jaw drop even more was when he looked toward the woodland beside the city wall, he actually saw dozens of round, plump slimes diligently carrying stones and lumber, working together to build tree houses.

"What in the world, Casimir, these slimes can build houses?"

Zoran thought he was hallucinating from being out of touch with the outside world for too long. He desperately rubbed his eyes, blinked several times, and only then dared to confirm that this absurd scene before him was real.

"These slimes are far more exaggerated than what you said before."

A flash of surprise crossed Casimir's eyes. In fact, this was the first time he learned that these slimes could actually build houses.

But in front of his old friend, he tried hard to maintain his composure, putting on a calm expression that said, "What's there to be so surprised about?"

Since they had already identified themselves and stated their purpose to the patrolling Poison-stinger Wasps before entering the swamp, the master of this place had clearly been informed of their visit long ago.

Two metal slimes, presumably guards, quickly rolled up to them, gestured for the two to follow, and then hopped and bounced their way toward the largest tree house next to the city wall.

"What do they mean?" Zoran asked.

Casimir actually wanted to ask the same thing.

"Ahem, it must be that the Undead Lord values our alliance with the vampire clan greatly and even specially built a dedicated meeting hall." He pointed at the tree house that looked quite sturdy.

His guess wasn't wrong.

To welcome their "generous" allies, Chen Yu indeed attached great importance to this meeting.

He had not only personally participated in the design and partial construction of this meeting hall but had also been waiting inside the tree house early on.

There was even a row of slimes forming an honor guard outside the tree house door. They tried their best to stand up straight and, as the two passed by, swayed their bodies slightly in unison, as if "saluting" them.

Seeing this display, Zoran couldn't help but lower his voice and say to Casimir, "Not bad, Casimir. I didn't expect you to have quite the face here."

"That's only natural. I represent the vampire clan."

Casimir's face beamed with radiance, and he even walked with a bit of a spring in his step, his chin unconsciously lifting a few degrees.

This treatment was simply worlds apart compared to the previous two visits. It seemed Viscount Casimir's name was starting to carry weight in this swamp.

He thought with satisfaction.

Sunlight streamed down through the tree house's skylight, illuminating the entire interior of the meeting hall brightly and clearly, dispelling the dampness of the swamp.

As soon as the two stepped onto the hall's floor paved with smooth stone slabs, they saw, at the far end behind a crude stone table, a short, small skeleton wearing a tiny crown seated upright.

Casimir immediately put on an elegant smile, stepped forward, placed his right hand over his chest, and performed a standard noble bow. "Good day, esteemed Undead Lord. It seems your domain has been developing quite well in the days since my departure."

"This time, I have brought you new good news."

Chen Yu didn't reply immediately. His empty eye sockets slowly turned, his gaze falling upon the unfamiliar vampire beside Casimir.

As an "Undead Lord," even if he appeared to be just a short skeleton, he had to maintain the necessary dignity and posture.

He couldn't lose his composure easily just because of gold coins.

Unless... the gold coins were plentiful enough.

Before coming, Zoran had already learned about this skeletal lord from Casimir, so he didn't show any disrespectful expression, merely smiling and bowing in the same manner.

"Good day, esteemed Lord. I am Viscount Zoran. It is an honor to meet you."

Chen Yu gave a slight nod, inviting them to sit down.

Two slime agronomists, temporarily pulled from the farmlands to act as attendants, hopped over. Their gel-like little hands gripped the chair legs, helping to push open the chairs woven from vines and wood.

"As allies of our undead, the two Viscounts deserve our respect. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you, Lord."

Only after the two were seated did Chen Yu speak. "Then, please state your purpose."

The smile on Casimir's face remained unchanged.

"According to reliable intelligence, signs of the summer Magical Tides have begun to appear, and the activities of the Goblin Army entrenched at Riftrock Pass have become increasingly frequent."

"I wonder what specific plans you, Lord, have for dealing with these green-skinned threats. Perhaps our vampire clan can provide some assistance within our capabilities for our esteemed ally."

This time, Chen Yu didn't directly deny wanting to deal with the goblins. He merely sighed inwardly about these vampires being such "great benefactors," always finding ways to try and send him supplies.

He went along with the other's words:

"Assistance? Oh, thank you, our generous allies. We are indeed short of funds to expand our military equipment. It's not much, just casually give us three thousand gold coins."

"Th-three... ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Casimir was directly choked by his own saliva, coughing for a good while before catching his breath.

What did he mean by 'casually give us three thousand gold coins'?

Are three thousand gold coins a small amount?!

That's enough to equip a proper-looking army!