Chapter 35—Vs Slime Farm Owner
Thud!—Thud!—The slime farm owner stormed in, halting before the shattered fence.
He glared at the young slime with a deep scowl, eyebrows knotted in fury with the strong murderous intent.
He was fully armored head-to-toe, twin swords hanging at his hips. Because of that, he'd taken a little longer to arrive—giving Slime#47 enough time to finish the others.
'Yeah… his wife must've told him the unprotected heads were the target,' Slime#47 thought.
"&**ggv!" The man bellowed, glancing at the dead corpses, his wrathful voice loud enough to echo across the farm and into the other fields.
"Yeah, yeah, old man… shout louder?" Slime#47 mocked, even though he knew the man didn't understand slime tongue.
He wiggled his tiny right index finger in a 'come here' gesture—
"AHHH!" That was enough to snap the already furious owner.
"&&^!" He lunged at Slime#47, body wrapped in crimson aura.
