Not long after, Turk walked out of the Tree Hall in a daze.
The Slime King hadn't fully granted his request, but he had offered him a precious opportunity.
If he could convince his tribespeople and lead them safely through the treacherous Swamp Forest to this place, the gates of the Slime Kingdom would be thrown open for them. All Lizardmen would be welcomed and formally made citizens of the Kingdom.
It was difficult enough to lead one or two people through the swamp, let alone an entire tribe—including the elderly and the young—on such a long migration.
'But wasn't this the Slime Kingdom's test for them?'
"Father, Mother, my people… Wait for my return."
The moment Turk steeled his resolve, a faint green halo flickered around him. He instinctively stretched out his palm, and the vines on the trees sprang to life, writhing like snakes.
Though it was the simplest of tricks, it symbolized Putu's approval. He had now become a proper Lizardman Shaman.
