Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell that indicated the end of the shift finally rang. The moment it rang, the expressions of all the hunters—the ones who were killing the slimes—changed, from that of the frown to happiness.
"Phew! Another day gone," someone said.
"Yay!"
"Finally! We can rest," the old man beside Dhruv said as he stopped casting the spell and sat on the floor to catch a breath.
Dhruv nodded with a smile on his face as he shifted his gaze to the slimes. A thought suddenly crossed his mind.
'How are the Gang gonna be controlling those slimes during the rest time? If they were left untouched wouldn't their numbers increase uncontrollably?' Dhruv thought, but he didn't have much time to ponder this question. He quickly focused his mind and established a telepathic connection with Alaric.
