Chapter 152: Find Me A Witch
Chapter Hundred-Fifty-Two – Find Me A Witch
Slime had a slight pout as he cleaned the King’s wounds. Using his royal self as a test subject was a very risky move, even for him.
Some deeper wounds remained and with the moisture in the environment, as they were close to the waterfall, the wounds healed even slower.
"Are they dead though?"
"Why will I kill such fine specimens? I only knocked them out really well." Asher slapped his thighs. "They’d be the ultimate weapon for troublemaking."
So the King went through the trouble just to make weapon for troublemaking? Slime sighed internally.
It should be related to the magical bred lycans that Nether had reported. Instead of directly confronting them, it’d be so much easier using natural wolves.
Natural wolves would make good specimens too and they were abundant. The King must know this.
"Then, your highness, you’d not be needing much of me, right?" Slime asked, pointing at himself.
Asher stared at him, humming, then replied. "Of course, I do. I still need you to find more wolves, take these wolves to my troublemaking locations and find witches for me."
He patted Slime’s head. "As King, I’m quite restricted. And Nene’s and Nero’s activities are sometimes monitored by my father, so I’d rely on you a lot. That’s fine, right?"
Slime’s eyes sparkled, almost teary-eyed, feeling heavily touched by the King’s words. "Of course, I’d go for you. Don’t worry, I’d be your hands and legs—"