The role of a Personal Guard is a secure position, and after a normal retirement, one can say there’s no worry about food and drink.
To be directly kicked out of the ranks because of this, if it were him, he wouldn’t be content either.
No wonder he was so forceful when holding me down back then.
Maybe I shouldn’t take revenge on him.
"But it really hurts!"
It’s not just about being violently restrained by him, but seeing him always reminds me of the phantom pain when the guillotine falls.
Just recalling it once more makes me grit my teeth hard enough to shatter them, clutching my tail nervously, looking at him with a wary face.
The Personal Guard William looked at this Prince without understanding, while the lady officer next to him misunderstood something and coughed to remind:
"William, His Highness Louis is different from a succubus; he doesn’t like people randomly touching his tail."
William suddenly understood.
He could relate; he didn’t like others touching his precious sword either.
So he patted the scabbard, took a step forward, and said, "Understandable, Your Highness, this sword remains unsheathed, and I shall not let anyone touch Your Highness’s tail, ahem, tail!"
Keep your sword far from me!
Louis hugged his tail even tighter.
"You laughed just now, didn’t you! Definitely laughed! Can I punch him in the face?"
The lady officer softly added, "He is now your Personal Guard. If you present your demands to him and they are reasonable, he might agree directly."
Louis: "Then can I sentence him to death?"
William stifled a laugh: "Your Highness, I have undergone professional training. If my sword does not protect you well, you can surely sentence me to death!"
The two didn’t take Louis’s joking words seriously.
After all...who would ever actually sentence someone to death in anger while hugging their own tail!
William not only didn’t feel threatened but rather felt...
This prince really has a youthful vibe.
Louis felt uninterested.
If the Personal Guard were arrogant and domineering, he might indeed persuade his conscience to keep him out of sight.
But this guy directly smiled and gave a "Die for the lord’s humiliation" promise...
He just felt like angels and devils were battling in his mind.
Angel Louis: "Louis, oh Louis, are you really going to just fire him? What makes you different from those vile people?"
Devil Louis: "He’s not disgusted by you, but it hurts you! The more you think about it, the more it feels like a loss; the more you retreat, the angrier you become! Are you really satisfied with that?"
Suddenly, Louis’s eyes lit up.
Why not find a method that won’t make him dislike me but lets me vent?
The next moment, an answer formed in his mind.
"Just wait until Beatrice is ready!"
Thinking of this, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and the little tail hugged in front of him wagged happily.
Out of the corner of his eye, William saw this scene and felt slightly relieved.
"It seems he was just joking, a very approachable person... does he not like people touching his tail like a succubus?"
William looked at Louis, who was clutching his tail.
"I heard His Highness was once a subject of experiments at the White Tower, is it a shadow from the past?"
He suddenly found Louis a bit pitiable.
"Your Highness, I wasn’t joking. The sword remains unsheathed, and I won’t let anyone touch Your Highness’s tail."
William pledged with his sword in hand!
Soon, dressing in casual clothes, Louis and William arrived at the second-hand market.
"Your Highness, are you intending to purchase second-hand gear?" William whispered.
"Not really, just browsing around. Also, William, since we’re out and about, just call me Louis."
With a bag of apples in his arms, Louis strolled leisurely.
The second-hand market mainly refers to the street market in the Imperial Capital.
There aren’t many shopfront businesses here, more of a venue for adventurers and residents to sell second-hand items they don’t really need.
By the timing, the special slime should still be sold around here.
Due to the massive population of the Imperial Capital, even when selling second-hand goods, with the benefit of the capital’s foot traffic, this place bustles with people.
"Relax, William. Not many people have seen me yet, no need to be so tense."
Plenty of adventurers wandered here.
William was on high alert, and that sharp gaze instead brought attention to Louis, who intended to discreetly buy slimes.
It seemed he realized his method posed more danger, so William removed the hand that had been gripping his sword’s hilt.
Louis then smiled and handed him a washed apple.
As he walked along, he suddenly understood why in the diary, the original owner said that merchant was "purely lucky".
Because on this street of carpets alone, there were more than a dozen vendors selling slimes.
Louis squatted in front of a stall, poked the soft, sticky face of a slime, and asked the vendor:
"Boss, you’re selling slimes too?"
The vendor looked up lazily and said, "50 copper coins, take it away now."
William reminded quietly: "Young master, magical creatures are usually captured to serve as summoned beasts for mages specializing in incantations.
Slimes are not powerful, their functions are limited, and their demon core production rate is very low, not something ordinary mages would purchase."
"These things are bought mainly for cleaning purposes."
The shopkeeper laughed: "Slimes can digest a lot of residue; sometimes when the sewer is clogged, toss one in, and in a few days, the sewer is as good as new.
No one would buy a slime if not for that purpose."
Louis asked, "Do slimes here only eat leftovers and sewer trash?"
The vendor said, "What else? If raising them wasn’t easy, who would bother to raise and sell them?"
Louis nodded and placed an apple on the slime’s surface.
Soon, the slime began to engulf and digest the apple.
Only after the apple was digested did Louis stand up.
"The digestion speed is not enough; it’s not the slime."
The vendor muttered, "Quite a kind-hearted fellow."
Louis said nothing and got up to move to the next vendor with slimes.
He patiently tried each one.
William, following behind him, quietly observed the scene, feeling a bit complicated suddenly.
He felt ashamed for doubting His Highness Louis before.
Having compassion is a noble trait, but it requires a significant cost to maintain.
Sometimes, it can even be exploited by those with ill intentions.
William realized he couldn’t achieve this himself.
But he could use his sword to protect those who could.
At that moment, Louis was unaware that he had already planted the impression of being compassionate in William’s heart.
He just wanted to find that specific slime.
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before he saw a silver slime at a stall, digesting an apple ten times faster than other slimes.
"A special individual?" William was also somewhat surprised.
Normally, slime refers to a level 1 slime that hasn’t evolved.
Starting from level 2, slimes adapt to their environment and evolve into different types.
For example, a corrupt slime in toxic swamps at level 2.
Or a metal slime wandering in mines, as hard as iron.
But special individuals are those conspicuously showing mutation while still at level 1.
"Want to buy it, young man? Just 5 silver coins, and you can take the slime away anytime."
William frowned and said, "500 copper coins? Are you kidding me?"
The seller, a retired adventurer missing a leg, sat on a chair and showed a row of teeth as white as freshly peeled almonds, somewhat provocatively saying:
"Buy it or not, but I’m not selling it cheap."
Louis didn’t say anything, just got up and went to other stalls for a look around.
Predictably, only that slime was special.
Though from an adventurer’s perspective, its speciality was limited and not worth 5 silver coins.
silver coins, which could support a poor citizen in the Imperial Capital for over a month, just to buy a level 1 slime?
He asked some of the vendors who often set up stalls there and confirmed that the retired adventurer had been setting up there for a long time.
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"In recent years, he sold off team supplies to gather pension money for his teammates’ families."
"That slime was a creature that couldn’t be sold off back then and has never been sold."
"Now retired, he simply sells odds and ends at the second-hand market, with the slime left behind."
Confirmation achieved.
The information matched the diary.
He returned to the stall and approached the seller of the special slime.
"Young master, buy it if you want. I won’t lower the price; 5 silver coins, not a penny less!"
A small purse fell on the stall.
Louis said, "Here is 29 silver and 12 copper coins, all the money I can use today. I’ll take this slime with me. As for the extra money, look around the stall and give me something suitable."