When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist Chapter 114 - 112: This Slime has Heatstroke, Let’s Take It

The leather-bound calves created ripples in the green duckweed and puddles.

Between the dense water cypress trees, two soldiers, wearing brimd helt caps and silver shiny breastplates under black cloaks, waded forward.

It’s uncertain where Jia Li found this path. Although it’s an unmanned swamp area, in the dense regions of water cypress, there are few hidden ditches or quagmires.

The cold ignited the cypress leaves, but only halfway, with the half-yellow, half-green branches trembling with the autumn wind.

Today is already October 20th, with 180 miles left to Joan of Arc Castle, and 50 miles to Wild Spider Forest.

Despite this stretch being relatively unmanned swamp, there are not many long-haired demons recorded by the Hor rcenaries, but along the way, the puddles are packed with slis.

Originally, the Wild Spider Forest area belonged to the foothills, supposedly safer than the unmanned swamp, but as they got closer to Wild Spider Forest, there were more and more demon creatures.

"Oh, look." Kolman bent down to pick up a skull, "Soone else has been here."

Seeing the skull’s hollow eyes, Victor frowned, "Alright, respect the dead, put it down."

Throwing the skull into the water, Kolman suddenly reached in and pulled out a rusty iron cross pendant.

"Wow, it was a missionary." Kolman stuffed the pendant into a cloth bag, shouldered the squirming sack, and continued forward with Victor.

"I heard there’s monster at today?" Carrying a bag of sli, Kolman waded slowly through the knee-deep water.

"Yesterday, the Bishop of Madlan shot down a two-headed demon wolf with two shots." Victor took a sip of water from his leather water bottle, "I asked the Logistics Departnt, they said to be careful when eating, so bits of iron shards and stones haven’t been removed."

Kolman sighed, "The Archbishop of Madlan truly does not disappoint, having more sacred power than others."

Sacred power is what Horn defines as the mana in the villagers, a power granted by the Holy Father, specifically used for the God-given exorcism clockwork gun – Kanni Di.

Like Victor and Kolman, at most, they can only fire one shot before they can’t manage anymore.

However, it’s said that practicing ditation might allow more shots.

According to the distribution rules set by Horn, whoever can shoot more gets priority distribution.

"Every ti there’s sothing good, the Imperial Guard gets it first, then it’s our turn." Kolman still remained resentful.

Currently, within the Pope Country, there are only five clockwork guns, with four taken by the Imperial Guard, and the Black Hat Army only has one, still in Jeska’s hands.

Victor didn’t have much to complain about, it was fair that the four gunners of the Imperial Guard could indeed fire twice, but he knew Kolman wouldn’t listen to that.

"Stupid Imperial Guard!"

"Okay, stop complaining, use the ti to quickly deliver the slis back, and practice the ditation thod more."

The two carefully moved to the deep water area, holding onto the water cypress trees, they inch by inch moved to the shore.

Climbing ashore, delivering a sack of slis to the Logistics Departnt, the two hurried off to practice ditation.

The Logistics Departnt imrsed the light blue slis in clean water, soaking them overnight before sending them to Horn and the others.

At the mont, the slis soaked yesterday were mostly up to standard, and have been sent to Qianqian and Horn.

Qianqian was about to teach them how to make a catalyst for soothing potions.

Slis are quite strange creatures, they appear like monsters but are not truly monsters.

A single sli consists of a cocoon, acid gel, and a sli core as the main components, with other minor components like stomach organs.

Taking a small knife, Qianqian began demonstrating how to process sli alchemy materials, essentially an introductory course for Horn and the others in alchemy.

The first step is to place the sli in an iron basin, using clean water and a few drops of vegetable oil to force it to eject harmful debris.

The second step is to successively excise the sli’s eye points, contact points, then use the small knife to cut along the eye points.

Next, Qianqian pulled up the sli cocoon like peeling a dragon fruit, carefully separating the internal acid gel and organs from the cocoon.

If left alone, the sli will continue using the acid gel and organs to manufacture a new cocoon layer and restore the eye points.

The third step is to use a stirring rod to dilute and break up the acid gel, and use a slotted spoon to scoop out organs like the stomach and sli core.

After sifting the remaining parts, pour in bile water and heat it, after heating, it’ll naturally separate into layers.

The semi-solid gel on top is sli gel, and the clear liquid on the bottom is the main tool for making mortar, sli juice.

The remaining organs of the sli and the dried sli core can be ground into powder, used as a catalyst for making soothing potions.

If you randomly throw the sli core into the swamp, by the next spring, it will have beco a new sli.

While cruelly dismbering the sli, Qianqian continued to introduce to Horn: "In the Black Snake Bay area, slis are as common as rats, they are everywhere.

Sotis even demon slis appear, needing to be cleaned out every two or three years, it’s so tireso."

Pouring a basin of acid gel into the large pot, adding firewood to boil it, Qianqian showed the leather gloves on her hand:

"Don’t forget, during all operations wear leather gloves, the sli’s acid gel is corrosive.

In a short ti, it’s not much, but if long, it can cause peeling, or even severe burns."

"That’s disgusting." Duvalon appeared disgusted and fearful, "Papa, are we going to do this?"

"This is disgusting? Your slis here are only head-sized!" Pouring a basin of bile water into the large pot, Qianqian continually stirred, complaining, "Our southern slis can be bigger than cows, with an acid gel so corrosive it’s astonishing.

When I was young, I saw a village girl fall into a house-sized sli, within seconds her clothes were all rotten.

When we rescued her, she was blind, with burns all over, disfigured completely.

Slis have always been a major threat to the Black Snake Bay people, as they are so resilient, kill one batch and another cos, it’s never-ending, never-ending."

"Isn’t the White Mountain Hermitage earning money through mortar sales?" Jeanne curiously asked on the side, "Isn’t it good to have many slis there?"

"We at the White Mountain Hermitage are distributors, we don’t produce mortar, just transport it, only the Ruo’an Party are the manufacturers.

Besides, there isn’t as much demand for mortar now.

During the Hundred Years’ War, there was massive demand for castle and road construction, mortar prices hit historical highs.

After the war ended, without demand, the Empire issued decrees banning mortar use, causing prices to plumt.

Moreover, mortar is an alchemical product requiring alchemists for operation.

Post-war, knights and priests started aggressive purges against the Secret Faction, reducing the number of our alchemists significantly."

With the end of the war, both production and demand shrank simultaneously.

These feudal lords are quite abstract in their actions, ignoring economic laws, forcibly using extraordinary power, idealistically constraining people’s behavior.

Unable to solve economic issues, they solve people instead, lucky they are in a world with extraordinary beings, or they’d have long been overthrown by rebellions.

Like that nonsense "Labor Law," very much in line with Horn’s stereotypical impression of feudal lords in a fantasy world.

"Alright." Placing the lid on the pot, Qianqian clapped her hands, setting down the large wooden spoon, "Give it a while to cool naturally, and it’ll stratify."

"How do we handle this sli cocoon?" Picking up the half-finger thick cocoon, Horn asked Qianqian.

"Wash it with ash water, coat it with sli juice to dry, it becos soft but not durable against sharp objects, can be used to make water bags and false breasts, my previous false breast was made from this."

"..."

"... Still looking?!" Jeanne angrily growled at Horn.

"I wasn’t looking at you, just turning my head to have a word with Madlan."

Seeing Jeanne leave in a huff, he sighed, "Puzzling woman."