Chapter 273: The Secret of His Majesty the Slime
"Your Majesty may not know this, but the elven races are not as united and harmonious as you imagine. Different ideologies, different living environments, and even differing understandings of 'nature' and 'life' have created deep-seated barriers and divisions..."
Alders's unhurried voice drifted slowly through the sun-drenched emerald forest. Leaning on his staff, his footsteps trod upon the soft, thick grass, occasionally stepping over large boulders and rotten logs blocking the path.
Beside him, Chen Yu was treading upon a strange stone sword, flying slowly alongside him, listening carefully to his rambling words.
The cool autumn breeze melted under the sunlight, as if transformed into nourishment to nourish this forest. The surrounding flowers, grass, trees, and vines, even in the autumn season, appeared delightfully lush and green, presenting a scene brimming with vitality.
This was the Rootwhisper Forest under the control of the dryad lord Viola, and one of the few places in the Western Swamp that could still maintain a verdant scene during the harsh winter. For the Slime Kingdom, calling it the kingdom's granary was not an exaggeration.
To meet the kingdom's ever-growing food demands, the Glimmerlings in the forest, with the help of Slime Agronomists and Beetles, had successfully expanded the scale of the swollen stem fields and mushroom fields.
With the Goblin Army's harassment gone, ordinary wild Magical Creatures found it difficult to pass through the tall, strong Oak Treant guards at the outskirts of Rootwhisper Forest to sneak inside and cause trouble.
At this moment, the Glimmerlings and Slime Agronomists were welcoming the first major harvest of autumn.
They busily scurried and bounced about in the forest fields, working together to pull out mature swollen stems, picking plump mushrooms, and then carefully collecting them onto the waiting Draft Animal carts nearby.