However, the functionality of this slime as a waterbed is still commendable.
I don't know if it can understand, but in any case, after tentatively agreeing on three rules and setting "no eating without my permission" as the bottom line, I took it back to my little garden.
Okay, I just had a brain fart and my pity got the better of me, so I acted faster than I thought. Whatever happens, happens!
Since it's already been placed in the miniature garden, it'll be easier for me to keep an eye on it if it causes any trouble. I can just act first and ask for permission later when my mentor comes back... Ah, of course, she probably already knows by now.
However, the performances of Yao and Miss [Aisha] left me somewhat puzzled.
Even when he saw me stuff that large mass of unidentified substance through the open door, he only glanced at it a couple of times at first, as if it were commonplace, without giving it even half a second look.
In contrast, the cat's reaction won me over more—it first rubbed against my ankle repeatedly, then hooked its tail around it, turned its ears, and looked at the light blue body with curiosity, reaching out its paws to poke at it while making soft meows. After I picked it up and put it down steadily, it lowered its head, stretched out its paws and kneaded it repeatedly like dough, its tail tip held high.
The pale blue slime seemed to enjoy the contact as well. Its skin, touched by the cat's scratch, trembled rhythmically and gently. The light spots within it fluttered and moved merrily from the perspective of the senses, flashing intermittently and conveying a gentle and intimate atmosphere.
Nothing alarming happened, which eased my anxiety a little, and I took the opportunity to check the injuries on the cat's back.
It was probably not long after the treatment was completed. There was still a slightly damp smell of turpentine on the fur where it had been, but no obvious scars remained. Only when I was about to touch it did the cat pull its ears back, turn its head and see that it was me. Only then did it turn back with peace of mind and concentrate on playing with the slime.
...Okay, I'm tired of calling it Slime Slime all the time, and it's hard to tell the difference. I might as well give it a name, based on the sound it often makes, let's call it [Pop Pop].
I told Pupu about the name and the reason for it. It was stunned for a moment, and the rapidly moving light spot also stopped for a while. Just as I was thinking that it was really troublesome not being able to understand the words of magical beasts, and whether I wanted to change it because I didn't like the name, Pupu pounced over and wrapped me up. Not forgetting to put the [cat] that had been lifted off its back to the side, the liquid inside swayed and changed into hundreds of colors.
Great, I understand now that the puffball can be used as a colored light ball. Thank you for your enthusiastic example.
After spending a lot of effort to move it aside to play by itself, I tidied my clothes and walked towards Yao, who was sitting calmly flipping through a book behind the wall of books not far away, hesitating about what to say to her about the search results.
Before I could even speak, she interrupted me with a single sentence: "Master of the Little Garden, while I'm glad you've added a new member to this Little Garden, please allow me to presume to say something: you really have no talent for naming things. And, it seems you haven't even noticed the existence of another new member?"
A newcomer? Another one? Who is she talking about?
I was confused for a moment, then I remembered to use my authority as the master of this little garden to check and verify. Soon, I found an uninvited guest in a small patch of flowers not far away—a very familiar, young hunting dog.
How did it get in here?
I couldn't help but wonder, because before opening the door I clearly chose a deserted alleyway far from the academy, and I also remembered to check the surroundings to make sure there were no mischievous spirits or void creatures hiding and following me. So how did this little pup, who should have been kept in the small courtyard around the mentor's workshop, manage to run out on his own and even follow me into the miniature garden?
"Don't ask me, I want to know too." Yao looked at me expressionlessly.
At the same time, I noticed four or five puppet maids surrounding them. Seeing that something was wrong, the hound raised its head alertly. Just before it was about to be surrounded, it suddenly made a series of maneuvers, leaping left and right, and actually managed to break through the encirclement!
Well, but that's probably in vain, because I've already seen more doll maids swarm around, and it's only a matter of time before they get caught.
I turned my gaze back to Yao, who was also looking at me, and he promptly took out three neatly stacked documents: "Master of the Box Garden, the things you asked me to find are all here. Do you need me to briefly tell you?"
Is there really such a good thing? I was immediately delighted, and without making a sound, I pulled over a nearby chair and sat down, choosing to give up.
Yao seemed to sigh, and first took out the thickest stack of documents on his right: "Then, let's start with this one. An investigation report on the relationship between the World Tree and this old mage named Mor."
"First, an overview: Based on some information I've recently reviewed, there's no doubt that for the past fifty or sixty years, the maintenance of the World Tree has indeed been entrusted to Mor, a mage who graduated from the Academy City, by An Ran's family. Although many others have tried to interfere, none have been able to perform as well. There were even a few who harbored malicious intentions, but Mor and the city lord's confidants discovered them and joined forces to stop them. Mor was even injured and nearly killed in the process. Fortunately, he was rescued and recovered without serious injury, thus earning the deep trust of the city lord's family."
She turned a page as she spoke: "Most of the information about Mor is related to the World Tree. He grew up in a nearby village and was skilled in woodworking from a young age. When he was seven, he encountered the largest beast tide at the time. Some of the monsters that couldn't be dealt with in time destroyed his village and killed his grandfather, who was his only family. Fortunately, the city guards from the Holy Tree Stronghold arrived in time to provide support, and he happened to be playing near the city gate, which is how he was saved."
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