This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Remember【】for a second!

"It can be counted as coming back."

"I have to go eat some zero-calorie food. I've lost all my fat recently."

"Isn't it pretty? I just like your body type."

"Really? Is this okay in reality?"

"Oh, who are you? Do I know you?"

The players who came back from the twelfth level of hell have got rid of the troubles of collective consciousness, and now they are excitedly preparing for the next round of game activities.

"An Jie'er is preparing for the battle. The editor is searching and destroying the gods. Taking off his clothes has already found the way to find the royal family. Currently, there are only three major main tasks, but it will take a little time to get the results."

"What is the situation after seventy-five years?"

"With the leader here, we can't intervene. However, there are still many side missions for the Adventurer's Association, so let's clear them up."

"Yeah."

Half a day later, five hundred slimes were lying lazily at the entrance of the Adventurers Association, like a group of glutinous rice balls in the open air.

"I didn't expect the side quests to be cleared so quickly. Are there any blind-eyed demons nearby to make us feel refreshed?"

"It's all over for those who don't open their eyes. Now the kid is taking turns with a group of people. It's good for anyone, give us a task and let us play."

"It feels like I haven't seen the Demon King for a long time, and I suddenly miss his unreasonable demands."

At this time, an expensive carriage slowly drove up, and the two white horses pulling the carriage were in beautiful shape, which made some players who knew the goods couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The posture of this horse is too graceful.

Afterwards, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and a strong man with a height of two meters came out of the carriage, and beside him was a young man who was obviously shorter than this one, but very handsome.

Glancing at the slimes who were doing nothing in the square, the brawny snorted disdainfully: "The loose place actually allowed this group of slimes to sneak in."

"Don't say that, Your Highness." The young man in the housekeeper's uniform said with a smile, "I heard that Hot Spring City is led by a group of slimes, and these slimes may be the managers here."

"This kind of legend is too absurd, I won't believe it. If you don't believe me, if I kick this group of slimes, they won't react at all."

Afterwards, the strong man directly kicked away the slime closest to him,

Then he turned his head and said to his housekeeper, "Look, it's all right."

"...Well, you'd better turn around."

"how……"

Turning his head, the strong man found that five hundred slimes had all climbed up, and they were looking at him excitedly, their eyes filled with excitement.

"Brothers, someone messed up the situation!"

"Come on, come on, hurry up and shake people in the group, if you come late, you might die."

"This man looks like he's been beaten, everyone don't hold back!"

Five hundred regiments swarmed up and wrapped up the strong man in an instant, followed by endless beatings.

At first the strong man could resist a few times, but it soon turned into a scream, and then completely shut up, leaving only the continuous sound of kicking and beating.

There are new slimes joining in excitedly, and after a beating, they leave with the words "It feels good, the time is too short".

There was also a slime who noticed the butler at the side, and approached him intimately and asked, "Are you with him? Do you deserve a beating?"

After getting a negative answer from the steward, the players lined up in disappointment and continued to beat up the strong man.

The butler watched silently for a while, and found that the group of slimes were beating fiercely, but their shots were very measured, and they were doing it to the extent that they could beat themselves up without beating each other to death.

And there is also a group of slime priests healing the strong man, as long as there is still a breath, these slimes can immediately pull the strong man back.

"I shouldn't be able to die..."

Leaving the hustle and bustle of the square, the butler walked into the Adventurer's Association, and then said to the beautiful receptionist at the front desk: "I need to hang a commission."

The receptionist in charge of the reception was relieved, and quickly took out a form and handed it to the other party: "It can be regarded as an entrustment. If no one comes, the group of slimes should consider whether to order here."

The butler declined the signature pen handed over by the other party. Instead, he took out a quill from his close pocket, licked it, and began to fill in the form.

While filling it out, she asked casually, "Do I have to write all the information truthfully?"

"You don't have to, as long as you have enough security deposits. Of course, you can't have obvious criminal tendencies, and you can't be harmful to slimes or other friendly organizations. Once found, they will be sent to the streetlights and hung up."

The receptionist pointed out the window, and a few short-sighted guys fell under the street lamp, looking still alive.

Slime, who couldn't grab the strong man, could only come and tease these guys, and pretended to use them to fly a kite, and every outstanding imitation made them laugh out loud.

Looking away, the housekeeper thought about his purpose carefully, and felt that there should be nothing too serious.

After filling out the basic information, she returned the form to the other party, and said, "That's about it."

"Well, I understand. You are looking for someone, and the other party is... a former receptionist of the Adventurer's Association, a guy named Snow. And you are..."

"A little guy, it doesn't matter."

"Well, we really don't have too many requirements on the identity of the client, well, I understand, wait for me to search."

While the receptionist was searching, the butler secretly observed the receptionist's movements from the corner of his eye.

The other party seemed to be manipulating a very special instrument. There were no fluctuations of magic and divine arts on the instrument, so it should be another type of skill.

This instrument is full of squares and words, and it has a flexible input system. The receptionist just clicks on it a few times, and a bunch of new data will appear.

It is very convenient and fast, and has a significant improvement in efficiency.

When we return to the country in the north, we will do something like this.

After the receptionist had finished entering Snow's name, the butler keenly noticed a series of red letters appearing on the interface, which seemed to be a warning of something.

The receptionist's pupils narrowed slightly, and he clicked an icon in the upper right corner, then raised his head vigilantly.

At this moment, the butler had already withdrawn his gaze, pretending to be admiring the corpse outside.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the receptionist said, "We have accepted your request. Next, please sit down and wait for a while. We will ask the most professional personnel to handle it for you."

"Thank you, where should the excrement be thrown here? Do you throw it directly out the window?"

The butler felt that he was polite enough, but the receptionist's face was obviously red.

"Well, our excrement will be disposed of together. At the end of the corridor on the left is the toilet, with paper in it."

"No need to use cloth or kittens or something?"

"……unnecessary."

"Okay, it looks like I was being rude, thanks."

The butler walked away gracefully, and immediately accelerated after leaving the receptionist's sight.

She rushed to the end of the corridor, then jumped out of the window, and ran to the carriage under the surprised eyes of the people around, then jumped on the white horse and let go of the rope, and slammed her legs, causing the white horse to rush out of the city.

Just as she was galloping, the big bell in the city center rang suddenly, and the rapid sound was like a death knell, making him realize that he was indeed warned.

"Damn, why are you reacting so quickly?"

The gate of the city began to close, and a team of guards stood there, the unscrupulous sword in their hands had been unplugged, ready to be triggered at any time.

Letting go of the reins, the butler jumped up on the white horse, flew high at an inhuman speed, tapped his toes lightly on the city wall, and then flew outside.

Just when he was about to escape, a sword glow appeared in front of him, and flew out close to the tip of his nose, only cutting off a few strands of hair.

The butler stopped immediately.

The opponent did not miss, but a warning.

As long as he has extra movements, the next sword light will cut him off directly.

After falling to the ground, the butler raised his hands high, and then shouted: "I don't have any malice, I just want to find someone! I didn't know you would value this guy so much!"

"What's that man's name?"

"Snow, who used to be a guild administrator, was later said to have been taken away by the Demon King, and his whereabouts are unknown. Someone saw him nearby before, so we came here to make a list to find him. I swear everything I said is true."

"...Okay, let's turn around."

The butler slowly turned his head to show that he was not hostile.

Behind him, he saw two people.

One was a young man in his teens, as cold as an iceberg, with an ominous-looking sword in his hand.

"Sura Sword, are you a swordsman?" Snow asked.

"Are you famous?" The young man beside the swordsman pushed him.

"Shut up, he's looking for you." The swordsman said angrily, "I thought I was a strong man, so I made another trip for nothing."

Only then did the steward turn his gaze to the young man, and said with relief: "Finally found you, Mr. Snow, no, it should be His Majesty the Prince."