Even if he couldn't make holy water, he would never let go of the chewy, delicious and protein-rich slime skin!

By the time Mark caught up with the group of slimes, harvested them one by one with his sword, and finally caught the special pink slime with an iron pot, the sun had risen from the horizon.

Twenty-eight slimes with an average level of lv.2 brought Mark's experience bar to 6%.

Mark didn't feel much about this. He just enthusiastically decomposed the slimes according to the method he remembered, and obtained about 300mL of slime gel and 1Kg of slime skin.

If all goes well, he can use this 300mL slime gel to mix 3L of holy water, and the money from selling it will be enough for him to take a carriage to Osborne Town after leaving the Wine City Parish.

When Mark was thinking this, he didn't notice the human-like expression of fear on the face of the little slime he had put in the iron pot when he dissected the slime.

Until Mark cleaned up the scene, had breakfast, and put the little slime in a cloth bag and hung it around his waist, the little pink slime simply closed its red eyes and pretended to be dead.

Mark was also amused by what he saw. He kept this slime just to find a test subject for testing the medicine after making holy water.

After all, as the most economically valuable low-level monster, slime does have the function of detecting the toxicity of potions.

If even the slime, which has the strongest adaptability to magical elements, cannot adapt to a potion, it is best for ordinary people not to try it easily.