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The Slime Farmer

Desislaf Rimet finds that his father plotted to make him fail the Sacred Trials. He decides: if this world will not accept him, then he will leave the world! In another world full of wonders, moving forward determinedly, he becomes a farmer of slimes. *** Desislaf Rimet is the eleventh son of the Lord of Rimet, the sixteenth child. He has failed the Trials that would make his family proud and cement his station as a noble worthy of his family's name. He discovers that his father plotted to deliberately make him fail and it is the end of all he knows. He cannot be happy in his father's court, and leaves. After all, there's a World Gate conveniently in his father's territory, isn't there? He will leave to see the wonders that await him in another world! Only...the world beyond is more complicated than he imagined. Also, what is this slime? An animal, a vegetable, or some mystery being? *****

Jin_Daoran · Fantaisie
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132 Chs

I'll Have to Trouble You

Defi saw Vesia tense. She took a deep breath and leaned forward to catch Dahall's attention.

"Isn't it great?" She asked, her tone falsely blithe. "I got my promotion and my first account in the same day. And this is like a celebration dinner. It's all a dream, isn't it?"

Dahall looked genuinely interested. "They promoted you just to take his account?"

"I asked that too!" She was suitably emotional. "Mestre Darred said I have put in the necessary time and work, what with the company being busy for so long."

"Oh?"

"Mestre Tennar said we needed more spice-mixers."

Dahall took on a look of surprise.

"A spice-mixer and a recently promoted clerk," the man laughed. "and yet you both already met the manager of the company and the lady owner. What luck you have."

"Bad luck," Defi openly grimaced. He knew what Vesia was doing, trying to lower his seeming value to the company. "The lady wanted to test my tongue and my nose."