MTL NOVEL Chapter 62
Chapter 62: Trash Slime Sauce
At the very least, this “Trash Slime,” despite its name, was not really… well, trash.
In any case, it wasn’t entirely useless.
With attack and defense both at zero, it wasn’t suitable for dueling right now, but its ultimate skill, “Enhanced Acid,” was clearly useful for handling garbage.
Rather than calling it a “Trash Slime,” Dark preferred to call it a “Garbage Can Slime!”
“Mana Summoning!”
After summoning the Trash Slime with a regular summoning spell, Dark tried enhancing it with “Pride I,” “Pride II,” and “Bliss I.”
He found that perhaps because the brain structure of the Trash Slime was too simple, it didn’t exhibit symptoms of “Pride” or “Bliss.”
Moreover, there was no noticeable increase in its intelligence level.
According to usual standards, the standard intelligence level of a mana golem should be 2.0.
However, the intelligence level of this particular Trash Slime seemed to be between 1.0 and 2.0, only slightly better than a paramecium.
It could understand commands, but its reaction was very slow.
It felt like there was over a thousand milliseconds of delay.
No idea if it was due to some mistake during the conjuration?
But thinking about the cat hair and fingernails he had thrown into Formation Array No. 1, Dark was relieved.
Mana technology was developed as a new era technology standing on the shoulders of alchemy, so it naturally inherited a certain degree of the “equivalence principle.”
As for the unequal part,
Magi often jokingly referred to it as: “Stolen from the Door to Truth.”
In short, it was like that.
…
Next, Dark experimented according to the “Avian-beast Kin – Grass Attribute” basic conjuration method.
This time, the experiment completely failed, and the blank mana card was directly scrapped.
No idea if it was because the “Avian-beast Kin” did not match the cat hair from the cat grass?
Anyway, he summoned the Trash Slime and processed all the remaining waste.
Regardless, tonight’s gains were quite satisfactory.
The Trash Slime was very convenient for handling garbage; he wouldn’t have to take out the trash anymore!
After organizing the experimental data, Dark decided to continue experimenting the next night.
Then he smiled and entered dreamland.
…
Ten o’clock sharp…
In Saint Maryan, where nighttime entertainment was lacking, students, especially first-year students, usually didn’t sleep too late.
The common room almost emptied by nine-thirty at night.
Most of them would move their entertainment to their dorms rather than stay in the common room.
The common room of the Knight Academy.
The candlestick above the crossed great swords was still burning with flames.
It was the incandescent light unique to magical candles, bright enough yet gentle enough not to hurt the eyes.
In the corner of the common room.
Emma was probably one of the last to return to her dorm.
She would always transfer from the library to the common room around nine.
Perhaps this was the last stubbornness of a little girl—she didn’t want to completely disconnect from social interactions.
In this regard, Dark was completely different.
Only after the common room was empty did Emma pout and pick up her books, heading upstairs to the second floor.
Boys’ dormitories and girls’ dormitories were on either side.
Although the hallway was connected, there were two staircases on the first floor, so boys and girls usually took separate routes.
When Emma left, the candles on the candlestick automatically went out.
But shortly after, the candles lit up again!
Emma, who had just reached the second floor, suddenly noticed a flash of light downstairs, feeling a bit curious.
Who would come down this late?
Her curiosity was actually quite strong.
So she quietly went downstairs, peering out from the staircase and saw Wit leaving the common room!
“Wit Gold? Where is he going at this hour?”
Emma considered following him.
But then she thought, what did it matter where he went?
So Emma returned to her dorm with her books.
…
But at the opposite staircase, another person quietly sneaked down.
Robert Broheim!
After washing up, Robert lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about finding Wit for another game.
But this time, he happened to see Wit sneakily leaving the dorm.
For reasons he himself didn’t understand,
Robert remained silent.
He had already discovered multiple times that Wit would sneak out at night.
Each time he asked, Wit would evade the topic.
Robert knew it had something to do with the “Forbidden Love” in Wit’s hand.
“How can friends keep secrets from each other?”
Unlike Emma,
Robert quietly followed him.
…
Night quietly passed.
Sunlight dispelled the darkness.
Saint Maryan quickly welcomed dawn.
Awakening from his sleep, Dark suddenly had an idea.
“If I cover my face with the Trash Slime, will it also absorb the dirt from my pores like a face mask?”
First, he tried it with his palm and found it somewhat effective.
So Dark actually covered his face with the Trash Slime, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.
The Trash Slime slowly wriggled on his face, feeling cool and a bit itchy.
But after five minutes, when he removed it, he suddenly felt refreshed!
“Aha!”
Dark watched as speckles of dirt transferred from the semi-transparent surface of the Trash Slime to a small core inside, forming a tiny black spot.
Then the Trash Slime used its skill “Enhanced Acid” to quickly digest the black spot.
“This is the so-called mana golem without any garbage? Loved it, loved it!”
After washing his face again,
Dark looked in the mirror and felt that his pores had become finer, and his skin smoother.
“Why has such a useful mana golem never been discovered before? Or is it because other Trash Slimes are different from mine?”
Thinking he would check the library at noon.
After packing his textbooks, Dark left the dorm.
A small imp beast delivered breakfast, and even a copy of “The Wise One Daily” was placed in the basket today.
Clearly, the halfling chefs, loving their master, had grown fond of Dark as well.
While reading the newspaper to learn about current events in the kingdom, Dark ate sausages, eggs, and a milkshake.
By the time he finished the newspaper, breakfast was over.
Previously, he would directly put the dishes back in the basket for the imp beast to take away.
But this wasn’t ideal.
Today, he finally had an automatic dishwasher.
The Trash Slime quickly absorbed all the residue and milk stains, making the entire set of utensils look brand new.
When the imp beast returned with the basket, the halfling chefs were surprised, thinking the son of the Valkyrie had grown a bit more.
Around seven-fifteen.
On his way to the Duel Class classroom, Dark encountered a flustered Wit, seemingly searching for something.
He was puzzled.
But since Wit ran faster, he didn’t chase after him.
Around seven-twenty.
Suddenly, a scream echoed from the castle corner.
“Aah—”
A new day began in excitement.