Chapter 32: Is He That Petty?
In a damp corner of the sewers, a mass of slimes had been herded into a dead end.
Ambrose stood before a freshly drawn magic circle, waiting for the squirming, glistening creatures to shuffle right into the trap.
The moment one touched the circle, it vanished, instantly teleported away.
A row of reinforced cages was already waiting within Ambrose's castle. Each captured slime would appear neatly inside one of them, imprisoned and ready for study.
Naomi had been spot on. This was indeed a major nest of slimes.
Ambrose captured the majority of the ones he had found, but didn't go overboard. After bagging around fifty, he called it a day, but set up a hidden teleportation array before he left. Any slime that happened to crawl into it would be instantly whisked away.
It was less efficient, sure, but potentially a steady, self-refilling source of test subjects.
With the slime problem handled, Ambrose returned to Alkhemia. He dropped off the equipment he'd gotten from the druids at the local consignment house. Judging by the current market, it'd probably take two weeks to sell everything.
In good spirits, Ambrose went back to his castle and dove straight into his experiments.