Chapter 640: 98. Slime Species_3
“You all, how did you end up here? This is no ordinary place, this is a ‘Slime Space’ of the Slime Species, being stuck here won’t be pleasant for you…but why is it so empty? I heard that every Slime’s space is filled with gold and treasures, but there are many traces of ‘value’ here, this Slime must have been quite wealthy once, I wonder what caused its downfall…”
Fisher was just about to speak when Valentina behind him couldn’t help but gently reach out and tap his hand that was holding hers, finally reminding Fisher to let go. He whispered an apology and released her hand, then looked back at Emhardt,
“Slime Species? You mean, the Slime Species attacked us?”
Emhardt nodded, the golden glow inside his belly swirling continuously,
“Yes, it definitely was the Slime Species’ doing. Didn’t I tell you before? Slime Species are naturally born merchants, and not just because they have the minds for business, but also due to their unique racial characteristics…you know, the six races loyal to the Phoenix each have their little quirks, the Grey Bird Species is exceptionally strong, the Moon Rabbit Species can spot hidden things at night, the Snow Fox Species can smell others’ embodied scents…” Read full story at novel~fire~net
“The Slime Species can transform the money and treasures they own into ‘value’ they possess, and use this value to create spaces for storing items and for space teleportation. That’s why in the inconvenient transport times of old, you could find Slime trading caravans everywhere. The items exchanged for value quickly disappear in various bizarre ways, locking them up is useless, and even intangible things can be turned into value, like fame, etc…”
“Some Slimes who adore money and treasures are reluctant to exchange these for intangible value, so they engage in charity, arts, and performances to earn reputation, which also gives them value for storage and teleportation.”
The moment Fischer heard this, he suddenly thought of that extremely bizarre Colin he had met in the South Continent, who not only traveled with his circus around countries, but also stuffed the bag of Gold Coins he received into his own body, gaining quite a lot of weight from that…
So, that guy was actually a Slime from the Northern Realm?
“This race that likes to run around the world in fake skins, I had my family and Balzac search the entire Northern Realm and couldn’t find any trace of them, and now they’ve come knocking on our door… though the process was a bit impolite.”
Valentina pinched her chin and said, and Fisher beside her had been looking up at the top of the space the entire time. A second later, he suddenly grabbed Emhardt, who was floating in mid-air, and handed him to Valentina, who was sitting in a wheelchair behind him,
“You…why are you giving me this ‘talking book relic’?”
“I hear voices above, I’ll go check it out. You can’t move freely, I am giving Emhardt to you. If something happens, he will be able to advise you, so you won’t panic too much.”
Valentina dumbfoundedly took the dead-eyed book from Fisher, then looked up at Fisher in front of her and said speechlessly,
“In your eyes, am I someone who easily loses composure and is unstable?”
“If you hadn’t called out my name just now, I would think so.”
Fisher turned back, smiled at Valentina, and then suddenly kicked off the ground, rocketing upwards like a cannonball, leaving Valentina somewhat dumbfounded.
This guy…is he really human?
For some reason, as Valentina watched Fisher’s incredibly strong back, she suddenly thought of the scene she had seen in the prophecy earlier, her face slightly blushed, and she coughed softly, raising Emhardt in her hands, examined him for a while, and then greeted him,
Emhardt squinted at Valentina before him, then rolled his eyes and said sarcastically,
“Hello, Miss Wheelchair.”