Konoha: Naruto will win no matter what choice he makes! Chapter 062

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Darke (达克)

Emma (艾玛)

Robert (罗伯特)

Victor (维特)

At least this [Trash Slime], though named “Trash”, is not actually… well, it’s still quite trashy.

In any case, it’s not entirely useless.

With 0 attack and 0 defense, it doesn’t seem suitable for dueling at the moment, but its ultimate skill [Enhanced Gastric Acid] can clearly be used to dispose of trash.

Rather than “Trash Slime”, Darke would prefer to call it “Trash Can Slime”!

“Magic Summon!”

After summoning the Trash Slime using a normal summoning spell, Darke successively attempted enhancements with [Arrogance I], [Arrogance II], and [Bliss I].

He found that perhaps due to the Trash Slime’s overly simple brain structure, it couldn’t exhibit symptoms of “arrogance” or “bliss”.

Nor did its intelligence level show any significant increase.

According to normal rules, the standard intelligence level for a magic spirit should be 2.0.

But this Trash Slime’s intelligence level seems to be between 1.0 and 2.0, only slightly better than a paramecium.

It can understand commands, but its reactions are very slow.

As if there’s over 1000 ping.

He wondered if there was some mishap during its creation?

But Darke felt relieved when he thought of the cat hair and fingernails he threw into the No. 1 creation array.

Magic technology is a new-era technology developed on the shoulders of alchemy, so it naturally inherits a certain degree of the “equivalent exchange principle”.

As for the non-equivalent part.

Magic masters usually jokingly call it: “stolen from the Gate of Truth.”

In short, that’s what it is.

…

Next, Darke conducted experiments according to the basic creation method for [Beast-Type – Grass Attribute].

This time, the experiment completely failed, and the blank magic card was directly scrapped.

He wondered if it was because “Beast-Type” didn’t match the cat hair of the Cat Grass?

In any case, he summoned the Trash Slime to dispose of the residual waste.

Regardless, tonight’s harvest was still quite good.

The Trash Slime is really convenient for disposing of trash; he won’t have to take out the trash anymore!

After organizing the experimental data, Darke decided to continue the experiment tomorrow night.

Then he smiled and fell into a dream.

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Exactly ten o’clock.

In St. Marian, where nighttime entertainment is scarce, students, especially first-years, generally don’t stay up too late.

The common room was almost empty by 9:30 PM.

They mostly moved their entertainment to their respective dorms rather than staying in the common room.

The common room of the Knight’s Dorm.

The candelabra above the crossed greatsword decoration still burned with flames.

That was the incandescent light peculiar to magic candles, sufficiently bright while also possessing a gentle quality that didn’t strain the eyes.

In the corner of the common room.

Emma was probably among those who returned to their dorms latest.

She would always move from the library to the common room around nine o’clock.

Perhaps this was the little girl’s last stubbornness—she didn’t actually want to completely detach from social interaction.

In this regard, Darke was completely different.

It wasn’t until the common room was empty that Emma pouted, hugged her books, and walked up the stairs leading to the second floor.

The boys’ dorms and girls’ dorms were on the left and right sides.

Although the stairwell was connected, there were two staircases on the first floor, so boys and girls usually took one side each.

As Emma left, the candle flame on the candelabra automatically extinguished.

However, shortly after, the candle flame lit up again!

Emma, who had just reached the second floor, suddenly noticed a flash of light downstairs and couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity.

Who would be going downstairs this late?

Her curiosity was actually very strong.

So she tiptoed downstairs, poked her little head out from the stairwell, and just happened to see Victor sneaking out of the common room!

“Victor Gold? Where is he going so late?”

Emma thought about following him.

But then she changed her mind, thinking, what does it matter to her where he goes?

So Emma returned to her dorm with her books.

…

But at the opposite stairwell, another person quietly crept down.

Robert Broheim!

Robert had been lying in bed for a long time after washing up, unable to sleep, and thought about going to find Victor for another round.

But this time, he happened to see Victor sneaking out of the dorm.

Based on a psychology he didn’t quite understand.

Robert didn’t make a sound.

He had actually discovered Victor sneaking out at night more than once.

Each time he asked, Victor would stammer and change the subject.

Robert only knew that it was related to the [Forbidden Love] in Victor’s hand.

“How can there be secrets between friends?”

Unlike Emma.

Robert quietly followed him.

…

Night passed quietly.

Sunlight dispelled the darkness.

St. Marian soon arrived at dawn.

Darke woke from his sleep and suddenly had an idea.

“If I cover my face with the Trash Slime, will it absorb the dirt from my facial pores? Like a face mask.”

He tried it with his palm first and found that it did have a little effect.

Darke then actually covered his face with the Trash Slime, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.

The Trash Slime slowly wriggled on his face, feeling a bit cold and a little itchy.

But after five minutes, when he removed it, he suddenly felt refreshed!

“Ah, this!”

Darke watched as speckles of dirt were transferred from the translucent surface of the Trash Slime to a small core inside, forming a tiny black dot.

Then the Trash Slime used its skill [Enhanced Gastric Acid] to quickly digest that black dot.

“Is this the so-called magic spirit without trash? I love it, I love it!”

He washed his face again.

Darke looked at his face in the mirror and felt that his pores had become much smaller, and his face was smoother.

“Why has such a useful magic spirit not been discovered until now? Or are other Trash Slimes different from mine?”

He thought about checking the library at noon.

Darke packed his textbooks and left the dorm.

The Imp delivered breakfast; today’s basket even contained a copy of the “Great Sage Daily”.

Evidently, the halfling chefs had grown fond of Darke, the master of their familiar, out of love for the Imp.

Darke ate sausages, eggs, and a milkshake while reading the newspaper to learn about kingdom affairs.

By the time he finished reading the newspaper, breakfast was over.

He used to just put the dishes back in the basket for the Imp to return.

But that wasn’t actually very good.

Today, he finally had an automatic dishwasher.

Trash Slime-chan quickly absorbed all the food residue and milk stains from the dishes, making the entire set of tableware look brand new.

When the Imp returned the basket, the halfling chefs seemed a bit surprised, all thinking that the son of the Valkyrie had grown a little more.

Around 7:15 AM.

On his way to the dueling class, Darke encountered Victor, who was in a hurry, seemingly looking for something.

He was a little puzzled.

But Victor ran a bit faster, so he didn’t chase him.

Around 7:20 AM.

A scream suddenly echoed from a corner of the castle.

“Ah—”

A new day dawned with excitement.

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