Chapter 46 - The Don and Conspiracy of High Elves 3 (1/2)

Continuing on, Hermes passed the melting corpse on the side and entered the next passage. There, he found a path connected to the sewage area of the village.

The smell was so bad that even the rats inadvertently passed by died due to lack of oxygen.

Thankfully, the slime activated its anti-chemical mask and created a small portion of the oxygen tank on his mask.

Hermes cautiously checked his shoes to prevent himself from stepping on the water, which was contaminated of chemicals and other human waste materials from above.

”Master, I sensed four sinners on the next lane. Please be careful. I don't think they are friendly,” the slime alerted. ”Okay, I got it. Thanks. Notify me if we're almost two meters close to these people,” he commanded, decreasing the speed of his movement.

The young Don crouched his way to the next lane and the sound of the people crossed his left ears.

”Master, we're only four meters away from their position. Why did you stop?” the slime asked. ”I, I have a bad feeling about this. I don't think we can get closer,” he answered nervously.

His face started to sense a disturbing aura from these people.

”Slime,” Hermes hesitated. ”Yes, master. What do you want me to do?” the slime inquired. ”I want you to examine those men. Analyze their status and find out what kind of weapons they are carrying,” Hermes ordered, gravely.

The slime began its investigation without a single word, and it quickly used its power to scan the people on the other side.

”Analyzation completed. Four men are High Elves. Age: One thousand and eighty years above. Status: Hostile,” the slime said in a robotic tone.

Hermes gulped his saliva and took a breath.

”High elves? What the f.u.c.k are they doing here?” he asked angrily. ”I don't know yet, but I don't think we need to approach them like the others. High elves are a high-class race during the Ratican Era. They are the barbarian race living in Siberia but since they found out that the place in Italia is the best place to live in, they decided to migrate here. Not only that, the Ratican Empire welcomed them with open arms because of their incredible knowledge about magic and science,” the slime explained promptly.

'I, I don't get it. This is not part of the plot!'

”Hey, I thought the high elves extinct during the purge. Why are they still living in this world?” Hermes queried. ”I, I still lack the right information regarding this topic, master. But still, I truly believe someone from the subordinates of the Emperor decided to them live. Or maybe, they tried to transform themselves as a human being to coexist with the humans,” the slime theorized.

”May I know why the Empire decided to wipe their race?” Hermes inquired. ”Hmm? Because only humans matter the most. Only the human race should rule the world. Before the colonization of the New World, Asia, and Africa began,” the slime gladly answered.

Hermes's face turned blue upon hearing it.

”A, are you serious?” asked Hermes with a stumble tone. ”Of course, master. By the way, it is not only the thing the empire wipe them out,” the slime added.

Hermes's face turned serious and carefully listened to its explanation.

”What do you mean? Enlightened me,” he asked. ”The high elves are considered the most drastic, unique, and powerful existence in the world. They have a leader who is considered the high lord of hell. Some historians of the other race called their master, the Wizard of Gehenna, the Dark Lord of Dark Tower, and the Great Demon Lord,” the slime pointed out.

'Wizard of Gehenna, the Dark Lord of what and Great Demon - who? This is nuts!'

”Wait a second, Gehenna? I think I heard that word from someone,” Hermes rubbed his jaw when he comprehended the word. But when he's almost remembered it, an ice arrow interrupted him.

”Master, look out!” the slime warned.

”F.u.c.k this shit!” Hermes ducked his head and avoided the next attack.

He rolled over on the next lane and entered the sight of the four men.

What appeared in front of him was the four huge men, wearing a black cloak with a white mask. They had a symbol of an old Celtic tribe of the long ears and black skull.

”S, second root, huh,” Hermes muttered as he looked at their symbol.

'They are wearing the same clothes of that bastard. I might be weak, but I'm not stupid to think about it. I'm hundred percent sure they are members of the same group,' Hermes clenched his fist tightly.

”W, who are you, intruder?” the Captain asked, his long ears almost revealed because of the blast.

”Oi, high elves, let me make this quick. Why are you alive in this world?” asked Hermes, angrily.

”H, high elves. Pfff, w, w, we're not, intruder,” the Captain denied.

”Captain, that man is wearing the same mask of our target,” one of his brethren whispered in his ears.

The Captain smiled upon hearing it.

”W, Wonderful surprise. To think we're the luckiest group among our organization,” the Captain chuckled, holding his belly with joy.

”Master, this is bad. They identified you,” the slime said. ”I, I know,” Hermes whispered with a cold sweat.

The three men scattered and surrounded him, whilst the Captain folded his arms across his c.h.e.s.t with a smiling face.

”Aljen the merchant. We never expected to see you here. Are you lost?” the Captain crowed with a mocking question. ”Naah, I'm just taking short sightseeing here in the sewage area, but I didn't expect to find out that there were four high elves lurking around in this garbage area. Say, what are you guys doing here anyway?” Hermes shrugged his arms listlessly.

”Oi, Aljen the merchant. You are in no position to question us here,” the Captain pulled out his sword and thrust its edge at his face.

”Hey, slime, do you think we can win?” asked Hermes with a low tone. ”Of course, master. We can. I'm just waiting for your call. I can't wait to absorb their souls and converted them into raw materials,” the slime simpered.