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The Slime Farmer

Desislaf Rimet finds that his father plotted to make him fail the Sacred Trials. He decides: if this world will not accept him, then he will leave the world! In another world full of wonders, moving forward determinedly, he becomes a farmer of slimes. *** Desislaf Rimet is the eleventh son of the Lord of Rimet, the sixteenth child. He has failed the Trials that would make his family proud and cement his station as a noble worthy of his family's name. He discovers that his father plotted to deliberately make him fail and it is the end of all he knows. He cannot be happy in his father's court, and leaves. After all, there's a World Gate conveniently in his father's territory, isn't there? He will leave to see the wonders that await him in another world! Only...the world beyond is more complicated than he imagined. Also, what is this slime? An animal, a vegetable, or some mystery being? *****

Jin_Daoran · Fantasy
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132 Chs

Renegotiation

Even dressed more 'casually' than any of the patrons on the upper floors, it appeared the staff recognized Sarel and the service was fast.

Defi raised his theory of Sarel owning the place higher by a few points in estimation.

The private room Sarel entered was large, light and airy in décor. It looked like a room for a large party. There were two tables, one within the confines of the room and one on the pavilion attached to the room.

"There is a balcony?" Vesia trotted toward the space that was open on three sides. The sight appeared to have restored the natural cheerfulness suppressed by unexpectedly being in the company of her ultimate superior.

"Most of the private rooms here have one," Sarel followed the excited clerk. "This is one of the better views."