Chapter 648: 100. Slime’s Boundary (2-in-1)_4
As golden streams of light began to twist inside him, an ancient voice suddenly rang out in the Slime Boundary,
“Baline Baline Baline Baline!”
The strange whistle carried far and wide, and from the stone path behind the square, several huge, multicolored Slime creatures emerged, still bleary-eyed. Then, the space within the caves began to distort, and groups of pale golden figures continuously traversed through midair from all corners of the world.
As the ethereal whistle kept echoing into the distance, the square, originally occupied by just the three of them, became increasingly bustling. Figures emerged onto the spacious square dressed in skins, human guises, or the forms of other demi-humans—wearing pajamas, duty uniforms, heavy robes, pirate attire, officer uniforms, priestly garments.
Among them, Fisher even saw a familiar figure. He looked in disbelief at a blond man in a white shirt among the distant crowd, who appeared to be a mayor from Nali. He had previously hosted a banquet back in Saint Nali, inviting many of Saint Nali’s elite, including Fisher, of course.
Wait, aren’t the Slime Species going a bit too far?
Fisher watched as Slimes from every nation, even the natives of the South Continent and members of the New Dragon Court, came running over. Not to mention the Slimes from Kado, Schwali, and those from the small countries embroiled in war—their presence had infiltrated this world for many a time… And it was only now that Fisher finally understood why this place was called the so-called “Boundary.”
“Alright, everyone! Quiet down. Summoning you all back to the Boundary at this late hour is no small matter. It’s about the legendary Frost Snow Phoenix Tree… This lad named Fisher Benavides, a Mixed Blood from the Northern Turand Family, now wishes to borrow our Slime Imprint to unlock the Frost Snow Phoenix Tree… Let’s discuss whether to lend it or not, whether to do so freely or with compensation, and if with compensation, what it should be?”
“Yo, isn’t that Queen Elizabeth’s darling? No wonder the Queen searched high and low and couldn’t find you. You’ve taken up with the Northern Turand Family now, eh?”
The mayor from Nali folded his arms and, upon seeing the “lad” mentioned by the Slime King, spoke with a bit of a sneer.
“Right, hey, our Pirate Harbor’s Black Chief had also entertained Captain Alagina from the North not too long ago. Didn’t she say this guy was her man? How did he become your Nali Queen’s darling now?”
“Damn, over on our side in the New Dragon Court…”
Seeing that the topic in this Slime Boundary was veering into dangerous territory, Fisher, with a darkened face, interrupted their potentially hazardous conversation and turned to the Slime King seated in the center of the square,
“The Seal is a must for the Turand Family, and we can talk about the so-called compensation; I will meet your demands to the greatest extent possible… But before that, I need to see your Seal first.”
The Slime King grinned and nodded, then pointed behind Fisher. As he turned his head, he saw beneath the upside-down Wutong tree statue, a soft Slime statue kneeling respectfully on the ground, using its gelatinous tentacle to hold a round Seal. What else could it be, if not the Slime Imprint of the Six Clans?
Seeing that scene, Fisher felt as though he sensed something profound, something that could be felt from the ancient Six Clans… Yes, despite such changes over the years, he still felt a sense of loyalty to the Phoenix Species from these clan members; otherwise, the Slime Species would not have erected such a statue here after having moved away from the Northern Realm.
“You have seen the Seal. Next, we need to talk about the demands, esteemed Mr. Fisher.”
The Slime King sucked on his pacifier and spoke to Fisher, who had turned back around.