Nazarick’s Slime Supreme

Looking at the more and more crazy Fluda Gilknifer in front of him, he was also very surprised, since he was a child, Gilkniever had never seen Foruda have such a gesture, and a smile appeared on his face: “Old man, I like your expression very much, so let me ask you, do you think I will escape?” ”

“Hahahaha, worthy of His Majesty the Emperor, worthy of my little Jill.” The old man smiled very happily.

“Then please go to the side hall with us to rest first, after all, you are running and toiling.” Yuri pushed her glasses, looked at Fluda, and then said to Gilkennifer.

“Then it’s troublesome.” Gilkennifer nodded, while secretly observing his surroundings.

‘Money, status, power, military power, magical skills, and beautiful women, it seems that no matter what wealth and power I have, I don’t seem to be able to compare to Rimlu?’ But what is the other king of the undead…’ While walking in the simple and gorgeous corridor, Gilkenifer thought a little helplessly, but the more so, Gilkenifer became more and more interested in Limlu.

“Then please rest here.” Yuri opened a room where a long table was laid out, surrounded by chairs, and twelve maids standing on one side.

“Well, trouble. This maid lady. Gilkenifer said to Yuri and sat directly in the chair, and at his gesture, his subordinates also sat in their seats. At the same time, the maid took out exquisite cups from the cabinet on one side, and then poured a pale yellow drink for everyone.

“Hmm… The sweet taste is really good. What kind of drink is this? “One of the Four Horsemen’s ‘Thunderlight’ Bajud Peshomel took the lead in drinking a drink, thinking that the taste was super good, so he asked the maid on the side. Of course, I thought that he was carrying special equipment that could detoxify, which is why he drank water first.

“It was the honey that Lord Limlu took from Lord Bee, and the place where Lord Bee collected honey was Hotaru-sama’s medicine shop, so the honey contains an effect that can eliminate fatigue.” The maid on the side replied softly.

“Is it? Gilkennifer also took a sip of his drink lightly, and at the same time he felt that the fatigue of the past few days was rapidly disappearing: “Ah… It’s really comfortable, and I feel like I’m going back. ”

Giving such an exclamation was something that Gilkennifer thought would only feel this way when he went back, while the maid brought some refreshments and the like to put it on the table. Of course, at the same time, Gilkennifer also found an idea that made him a little unbelievable

‘That means that Magic Guide City even has drinks?’ It was really rude to meet His Excellency Rimlu a few days ago. If he usually drinks such a delicious thing, we must have made it difficult for him to swallow. That is, was it acting at that time? But why? Could it be that he knew my plan, just a few people at a time, how could it be…’

After about twenty minutes of rest, Nabei walked in.

“Are you all resting? Lord Limlu is already waiting for you, please come with me…” said Nabei and turned to lead the way to the main hall. This is a passage that Gilkennifer felt could not be created without exhausting the essence of imperial art and culture. Regardless of the dull entourage behind, Gilkenifer kept thinking…

“Behind this door is the Throne Hall, where the two adults are waiting for you” Nabei led the others to a simple and ornate gate, if anyone who had seen the gate between the thrones could recognize at a glance that the gate in front of them was the trumpet version of them, Nabei stopped walking towards Gilkennifer and said, while slightly sideways, and then after Nabei’s words fell, the door slowly opened.

The sound of gasping after the door opened reached Gilkenever’s ears, and not one or two people, I am afraid there were a dozen people, that is, more than half of the people who came here. Because you are greeted by a spacious hall with high ceilings. The walls are based on white, with fine decorations dominated by gold.

Several luxurious crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling are made of seven-colored gemstones that exude a dreamy glow. Several huge flags hang on the walls, hanging from ceiling to floor. The transparent glass on one side blocks some of the warm sun, and the fluorescent chandelier does not look too bright or too dark, but it is just right.

Of course, this is not what makes Gilkennifer bring his men to suck in the air, the real reason is that on the left and right sides of the crimson carpet laid out in the center stands a group of indescribably powerful beings. Demons, dragons, wonderful humanoids, armored knights, bipedal insects, elemental elves, goblins, wolves, humans, and the undead all come in all sizes and appearances, but the hidden powers are beyond reason. This kind of existence is lined up on the left and right, even if he feels that the throne hall is not so big, but these orderly races in front of him give him the feeling that he doesn’t want to count.

These people watched Jikniff and the others in silence. It is generally believed that people with a certain degree of status have power in their eyes. To be honest, it was the first time Gilkennifer had seen humans standing with these creatures. But even those two humans, Gilkennifer felt that his men could not win the feeling.

It seemed to him that there was a small flight of stairs at the far end, where a group of people who seemed to be close followers on the left and right stood side by side. A beautiful silver-haired girl, a pale monster that looks like an insect, a man in a suit that looks like both a frog and a human, two dark elves, an armored woman with long purple hair, and a little girl in a wide robe holding a large plant in her hand. There is also a white-haired old man with a serious face. And the maiden general he had seen in the Kahn fortress.

And a little up there were two people standing, a beautiful woman with wings, a silver-haired beautiful maid, and behind the two women were two black and white thrones side by side, of which above the white throne was the Limulu he had seen before, but now he was wearing more ornate and quaint clothes on his head with a crown that he had never seen at all, which felt extremely gorgeous, and what made Gilkenifer care more about the existence above the black throne…

Sitting on a black throne, armed with a weird staff, the terrifying incarnation of death. A monster that exposes a skull. It gave him the feeling that darkness was concentrated in one point, condensing into a shape.

‘Is that the King of the Undead?’ Gilkennifer shouted in his heart. _

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