[You understand, Miss Slime wants to relieve sadness by doing something for you.]
[You decided...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Let her do a titjob, then set off]
[Option 2: Serious business matters, set off immediately]
[Engage in Free Simulation]
Choosing either one is a trap.
Of course, if there was no free simulation, Silas might be able to hide under the boat with Miss Slime.
Although a bit wretched, Miss Slime definitely wouldn't have to exhaust her strength and turn into a skeleton.
[You chose Free Simulation]
But, Silas doesn't like being wretched.
After choosing, his palm was immediately filled with Miss Slime's papayas.
"..."
This time Silas didn't move away immediately. Instead, he rubbed them twice.
"Want, titjob?"
Getting a response, Miss Slime became happy.
"No. I have some things now, I need you and Madam Melina to wait for me in the basement."
"Have, things?"
Miss Slime looked at Silas confusedly.
"Yes, very important things. After it's done, I will teach you something better than a titjob."
"Better?"
"So, Miss Slime can do it, right? No matter what expression Madam Melina has, what she wants to say, pretend not to have heard."
"..."
Miss Slime looked at Madam's bedroom, Melina was inside.
Looked at Silas again, nodded.
Silas personally put Melina into the basement, took Miss Slime in.
"Boom..."
Not long after waiting, obviously felt the ground trembling.
The Church people opened fire.
"Woo, hah, yhou ghuys..."
Madam Melina's originally desperate, resentful face suddenly twisted. Smiling.
Even without untying the ball gag, Silas knew she wanted to say, he and Miss Slime were finished. She wanted to see him and Miss Slime die with her own eyes.
How pathetic?
When he died in the last simulation, Miss Slime used all her slime to protect him, and Melina.
Such a daughter... as a mother, actually hopes her daughter dies earlier?
Smack!
Silas slapped Melina's perky butt cheek. Even through the skirt, definitely left a very obvious slap mark.
"Don't worry Madam, I will cure you."
"..."
Madam Melina's body recoiled unconsciously.
Miss Slime didn't know what 'cure' meant, but she was very clear... it represented, being ridden by the man in front of her to exhaustion and still continuing to be tortured.
Silas didn't say much.
Left first. He had no time to save everyone on the island, but those in this mansion... could take them to find suitable places to hide. Save as many as possible.
Didn't want to be any hero, just seeking to do what he can with a clear conscience.
Maybe lasted for half an hour.
The ground trembling stopped, the island froze with a thick layer of ice.
Even if ordinary people luckily survived, coming out immediately without any preparation, would also freeze to death.
The prepared fishing boat at the harbor was destroyed. Must have been hit directly by a cannonball, shattered and frozen into a block of ice.
"Hah..."
The breath Silas exhaled turned into thick white fog in his vision.
He wore a coat casually found in the mansion wrapped around him, the tentacle derived from his right hand stood straight, looking like a strangely shaped sword.
The originally somewhat wavy sea level, nowadays can be walked directly on it. Even stomping, no need to worry about falling in.
Soon, Silas saw people holding torches. Also walking on the ice surface.
The Knight Order they brought had at least over a hundred people, all fully armed, swords at their waists. Even, flintlock muskets.
Even though Silas has thick skin and rough flesh, he also didn't want his face washed directly by lead bullets.
He had an idea.
Don't they like sneak attacks?
Then letting them eat cannonballs themselves is quite good.
On the ice surface.
Led by three Cardinals, taking the well-equipped Knight Order to sweep the island where the slime is.
"Is it really good? Sir Candidate might be happier seeing a living slime."
The Bishop holding a book among them was worried.
"Why did Sir Candidate want us to come so meticulously? Do you still think our colleagues died here because of the slime?"
The Bishop with a long sword at his waist said coldly.
"...I understand what you mean, but if we can catch people from other factions, and also catch a living slime. It would be better."
"Stupid! If there is an ambush on the island and all three of us die, Sir Candidate's loss is not just the slime. Use cannonballs to open the way first, ensure nothing goes wrong, even if the slime is already dead... but we will be alive. Sir Candidate will only have fixed risk-free returns."
"..."
Since it has come to this, there is nothing to argue about.
The island is already destroyed.
Whether the slime the Candidate wants is dead or alive, can only depend on luck.
They continued to walk forward.
The knights behind even with added clothes, still shivered with cold. Only their three Bishops were unaffected.
However, inherently no one expected the Knight Order to do anything. Just came to clean up, clear corpses.
Then declare this island was polluted by evil, casually make up some reason saying Church people came to inventory and save this place... how could it not count as merit?
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a cannonball landed in front of them.
The Bishop holding a sword was stunned.
Splat!
"B-Bishop Sir! Someone is using our ship to fire at us!"
"..."
Another two cannonballs happened to fall into the Knight Order team. The knights who were already complaining bitterly because of the cold instantly became a mess.
The originally held torches extinguished because of the chaos, some even accidentally set their clothes on fire. Miserable screams.
"Someone is on our ship."
The Bishop holding a sword neatly dodged the cannonball. Looked gloomily at the direction it came from.
He was originally a swordsman about to die after fighting for many years, highest honor was nothing more than Knight Order Commander, ultimately failed to enter the kingdom's high-level relations.
But before dying, received the Church's blessing. Became a Cardinal in just one year.
He hoped the Candidate could become Pope more than the other two Bishops. Like this, he would be blessed again, possess more powerful abilities, become the Cardinal of the biggest city.
Didn't care about the life and death of the Knight Order.
He and the other two Cardinals, turned back together.
The cannonballs on the ship were not many left.
They were very cautious. If really fell into an ambush... rather preserve strength and run away, wouldn't fight.
But the person coming out of the dimness, seen by the hazy moonlight... only one person.
Holding in hand, no, seems to be a semi-transparent tentacle full of suckers derived from the right hand?
"..."
Confirmed no other people.
The Cardinal holding a sword, drew the long sword at his waist. Didn't move a step, waiting for Silas to come over.
"Alright, now the number of people is not much different, I also returned your remaining cannonballs to you."
"Come, dare to fight a fair match with me? If afraid, coming together is also fine."
"..."
Seeing Silas crooking his finger provocatively.
The Cardinal who debuted as a swordsman's face became gloomy, he hadn't been looked down upon like this for many years.
The moon, for his companion beside him, the blessed werewolf another Bishop, is the most perfect time point.
"I go meet him first."
"You guys, find a chance to kill him in one hit. Don't waste time. Very likely there are other people."
If it were before, the swordsman would go one-on-one with Silas for dignity.
But the current him already understood long ago, only the people who survive have a future. Traded with dignity and blood, is nothing but being trampled by higher power and strong people.