The reputation of "Miracle" Yano swept through the dungeon like a fish tail stirring up riverbed sediment, creating more chaos while also startling out many small fish.
In just one morning, Chen Yu's wonderful little black room achieved considerable success, successively imprisoning six more little mice from Rusty Key.
To make the Rusty Key guild understand the seriousness of the situation, he released a second hostage to go back.
Watching their colleague leave, the remaining five thieves tied up in the little black room could only whimper, their eyes filled with shame and fear.
Only Jimmy, the first one caught, had an ashen face, having given up struggling, with a faint sense of death showing on his face.
Hehe...
He had already seen through the truth of the matter.
Everything was part of the demon's evil sacrificial plan.
These fools were still making pointless struggles.
Rather than meaningless death, it would be better to offer his soul to that slime demon...
On the open ground outside the little black room.
Chen Yu didn't know someone was thinking about him, sitting inside Yano's chest armor, slightly exposing his small head and round eyes to stare at the spoils on the ground.
Yano squatted in the corner, gathering gold coin pouches into one pile, confiscated daggers and poisons into another, with the remaining items being miscellaneous things.
Some black wooden plaques with peculiar patterns that seemed magical caught Chen Yu's attention.
These black plaques had uneven shapes, looking quite strange, actually more resembling dried meat pieces.
Yano confirmed: "Boss, you're right. These plaques are made from dried magical creature magic organs."
Strange knowledge increased again.
After hearing Yano's detailed explanation, Chen Yu learned that magic organs were initially used as materials by mages and alchemists for making magical artifacts, and because of their special value, they became widely popular among adventurers.
As customs evolved, adventurers' views on magic organs changed.
They firmly believed that magical creatures' magic organs contained mysterious unknown powers, and wearing them could bring luck and strength.
Later, some guilds discovered that the patterns in each magic organ were unique, almost impossible to find identical patterns.
So some guilds began specially drying specific magical creatures' magic organs into identity plaques to represent guild members' identities.
These magical identity plaques became widely circulated among official professional groups, with the Adventurer's Guild even using them as symbols of official professional status.
But none of this was important to Chen Yu - what he cared about was whether these things were edible.
This was aged preserved meat even more exaggerated than frozen zombie meat. Taking one bite would probably make one's soul leave from the fragrance.
Chen Yu jumped down from Yano's chest to the ground, curiously touching one of the larger ones with his gel little hand.
Hmm... the surface was smooth, clearly having been frequently handled, and it seemed it hadn't had only one owner.
The magical patterns inside were still flowing, this magic organ seemingly retaining unusual vitality.
This thing... might actually be edible.
"Try one, just try one."
"I'm contributing to expanding the slime recipe book, maybe I can digest out a talent."
Embracing a determination to face death, Chen Yu swallowed the largest magic organ in one gulp.
Upon entering, a warm sensation transmitted through the gel, followed by a hard texture, even harder than dried beef, and more difficult to chew.
Fortunately there was no strange odor, not even any taste at all.
After struggling to digest for a while, a panel prompt appeared.
[Devour Digestion Lv.5 triggered - Lizard Tail Severance characteristics recorded, talent incubating (3/10)]
"It really is edible."
His eyes lit up.
There were still six magical identity plaques on the ground.
After swallowing three more magic organs, Chen Yu's body became round and swollen, uncontrollably rolling on the ground once, even letting out a burp.
Couldn't eat more, really couldn't eat more.
This stuff was too substantial.
Unless his big-bellied main body came over, this clone's small frame could only handle two or three pieces before getting full.
Yano stood nearby, long accustomed to his boss's strange behavior.
As a qualified demon attendant, reading expressions was also necessary.
He felt the boss seemed to like these magical things very much, his eyes sparkling as he said:
"Boss, there are still many adventurers from other guilds wandering outside the magic formation, all looking for me. Should we rob them all..."
Hmm...
Why did it feel like Yano showed a hint of excitement when mentioning robbery?
"Okay... okay... remember to change into those thieves' clothes, perfect for framing Rusty Key."
Chen Yu, with his protruding small belly, leaned against the little black room's mushroom wall, lazy and unwilling to move.
"Boss thinks so thoroughly."
Chen Yu jumped down from Yano's chest to the ground, curiously touching one of the larger ones with his gel hand.
Having been attacked repeatedly by these Rusty Key thieves, saying he wasn't angry would be false.
They even made him send his dear Lola to Jade City, losing the spice of married life from then on.
Damn thieves!
Heinous crimes!
Today he would show them the consequences of offending Yano.
Yano excitedly ran back into the little black room to strip clothes.
Soon, shameful whimpers came from inside the thieves, the sounds so pitiful they resembled a shy young girl.
When Yano emerged again, he had changed into black clothes and lightweight leather armor.
"Boss, I'm going."
He jogged out of the maze formation to ambush the adventurers wandering nearby.
This guy didn't go for fatal blows either - with each ambush, before the opponent was knocked out by his petrified arm elbow, he would generously reveal his "Rusty Key" thief identity, then strip their clothes and loot their spoils.
After three or four rounds like this, news spread through the mist zone about a perverted thief who liked ambushing people and stripping their clothes.
"Rusty Key people are way too perverted - robbing is one thing, but stripping clothes too?"
"Damn thieves, I swear eternal opposition to Rusty Key!"
A warrior wearing only underpants covered his crotch, exposing thick chest hair, letting out a desperate roar before hastily leaving the mist zone.
Other adventurers saw this and changed expressions - who would dare enter the mist zone now? They could only linger outside, waiting for news of "Miracle" Yano's appearance.
In their view, this shameless trick was clearly something those Rusty Key rats would do to prevent them from getting the bounty money.
The mist zone was naturally a thief's hunting ground anyway - who else could have such skills besides them?
And it seemed quite reasonable that these gutter-dwellers had heavier tastes.
Behind the giant mushroom rock, Alice and her companion still guarded the entrance.
Adjutant Karen pondered: "Something's wrong. These thieves seem to have not emerged for a long time."
Alice rubbed the silver sword pendant with her fingertips, her eyes gazing deep into the mist zone, lost in thought.
After a long time, she finally spoke.
"We all underestimated him."
Adjutant Karen immediately understood his superior's meaning, chuckling: "I was almost fooled by him too."
"Recalling his performance during knight training camp, that kid was somewhat stubborn, carrying some aristocratic airs, but when it came to critical moments, his mind could spin rapidly."
"Seems naturally suited for walking in adversity."
"To reach this point, I dare not imagine what hardships he's experienced. He must have become a crownless knight with both virtue and excellence by now."