Chapter Hundred-Fifty-Two – Find Me A Witch
Slime had a slight pout as he cleaned the King's wounds. Using his royal self as a test subject was a very risky move, even for him.
Some deeper wounds remained and with the moisture in the environment, as they were close to the waterfall, the wounds healed even slower.
"Are they dead though?"
"Why will I kill such fine specimens? I only knocked them out really well." Asher slapped his thighs. "They'd be the ultimate weapon for troublemaking."
So the King went through the trouble just to make weapon for troublemaking? Slime sighed internally.
It should be related to the magical bred lycans that Nether had reported. Instead of directly confronting them, it'd be so much easier using natural wolves.
Natural wolves would make good specimens too and they were abundant. The King must know this.
