Chapter 40—Oakfield Village
It took a few minutes for Slime#47 to calm down his raging emotions.
He then took a deep breath and asked, "Elder, how do you think we should escape this village?"
"Wait for a moment," Old Slime said, Wob!—bouncing towards the maps' crate, and pulled them out.
He then checked the maps one by one. Wob!—Young Slime bounced over and peeked in.
'Yeah… I can't read a damn thing.' He sighed, feeling the troubles of illiteracy.
Despite more than twenty loops, he didn't master a single language, as he'd spent all the time training.
"There..." Elder Slime muttered, pulling a map out from them and placing the rest back in the crate.
'Good...This one's good,' Slime#47 nodded with a smile, glancing at the map as it was readable despite his illiteracy since it was filled with diagrams and symbols.
The map was divided into multiple sections, giving a full layout of the village.
"It's Oakfield Village," Old Slime said, pointing to the headline.
