It made Chen Yu wonder if those three had secretly eaten some of his Gel, which was why they'd deliberately stayed behind to surrender.
It was a shame that Greystone Citadel was just a military fortress, so no valuable gold, silver, or other treasures could be found inside.
However, the various confiscated Enchanted Weapons, armor, Magic Scrolls, and Alchemy Potions were piled into several small mountains.
Of course, among them were his favorite Magic Organs.
Escorted by the Poisonous Sting Bees, the surrendered Mercenaries formed long, crooked lines and were gathered in a damp, open area in the center of the camp.
They squatted on the ground, uneasy, crammed together with the newly born little Slimes.
They didn't even dare to move a muscle when Slimes jumped onto their shoulders and heads.
Soon, Chen Yu, riding Xiaoka, majestically flew down and landed in front of the group of captives.
"A Sub-Dragon?!"
"That Slime is actually riding a Sub-Dragon?"
