I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 82 The Empire Will Be Built by You

After saying that, Ian prepared to give Mirabelle the dwarf's 500 deposit and some other promised items.

"Oh, right." Ian pulled a large bucket and a large bag of gold coins from his body. "The Fountain of Life I mentioned before, the half-elves said the water has almost purified itself, so you can take it with you. And the specialties of Sweet Forest, that's for you this time."

Mirabelle was stunned: "So many? I've never seen the Fountain of Life stored in buckets before."

"Hey! Don't overthink it! Apart from your 30%, the rest will be sold to you by Dragon Territory. You can settle the accounts with Charles later and use it to offset the cost of the goods you brought."

Mirabelle opened the bucket lid, and a refreshing surge of life energy rushed out.

The emerald green liquid shimmered softly in the sunlight. The fountain of life, every drop a precious treasure.

Mirabelle took the bottle, brought it close to her nose, and her eyes lit up. She was already thinking that her family could probably open a few more pharmacies.

She then looked at Ian: "What about the specialties of Sweet Forest?"

Ian turned to look at Charles.

Charles nodded and turned to leave.

A moment later, he returned with several rabbit-men, each carrying a small basket.

The basket was filled with various berries, honeydew, and several fresh magical plants.

"Starlight Honeyberries," Charles said, pointing to the small baskets. "Dreamy Silver Dewberries, and some new varieties infused with the magic of Emberthroat..."

Mirabelle took the basket and examined each item carefully, her eyes shining as if they were filled with gold coins.

"These..." She looked up at Ian, "are they all for me?"

"It's all yours," Ian said. "From now on, you're Dragon Territory's agent. Remember to convert it to gold coins!"

Mirabelle chuckled. "Ian, you slime, you're really something! Good deal then, I'll head back with my stuff now."

……

Ian had finished giving out the items and was about to close the storage space.

In that instant, a flash of white appeared in his field of vision within the storage space.

A thought suddenly popped into my head.

Thinking of this, Ian jumped onto Mirabelle's head, lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear in a mysterious tone.

"Mirabelle~ Don't rush off. I have an empire waiting for you to build!"

Mirabelle felt a sudden tingling sensation all over her body when her ear was suddenly touched.

But upon hearing those seductive words, which sounded like those of a demon, her mind began to wander.

She lowered her voice: "Your Majesty Ian, you have finally revealed your ambition! If you want to rebel and establish a new empire... that comes at a different price."

What rebellion? The current Dragon Leader is just using the Dragon Lady to command the other lords.

Even if Vivian rebels, the slimes won't rebel!

"I have a gift for you." He reached out his tentacle and pulled out a pair of stockings from his pocket.

White silk.

There are still a few pairs of samples left from the black and white stockings that Iris made yesterday.

I originally planned to have Iris make more so that the rabbit-woman girls could try it out, and it would also be a feast for my eyes.

But Mirabelle arrived, just in time.

The white stockings, as thin as cicada wings, shimmered softly in the sunlight.

Iris's craftsmanship was truly exceptional; the threads were so fine they were almost invisible, and the fabric she wove was as light as a layer of mist.

"What is this?" Mirabelle took it and examined it closely for a long time. "A silk scarf? It's so thin? And why is there an extra layer sewn at the tip for reinforcement?"

Ian explained, "These are socks, they're meant to be thin, they're meant to be torn."

He retracted his tentacles and looked at Mirabelle.

"You'll see once you try it."

Mirabelle looked down at the white silk in her hand, then looked up at him.

"Now?"

"Now."

Mirabelle thought for a moment, then grabbed the pair of white stockings and crawled into an empty tent next to her.

Ten minutes passed, and there was still no movement from inside the tent.

Ian lay outside, getting a little bored. He turned to look at Charles, who was directing the goblins to move supplies and was completely oblivious to what was happening.

I decided to go in and take a look.

As soon as the tent was opened, Mirabelle blushed, seemingly hesitant about whether to come out or not.

Ian's gaze fell on her legs.

then……

Sunlight streamed through the gap Ian had opened, illuminating the legs covered in white spider silk.

Mirabelle's legs were already beautiful.

She travels for business all year round, which has given her some exercise; her legs are long, shapely, and have smooth lines.

In addition, she paired her sweet pink tutu with pure white...

The legs seemed to be shrouded in a thin halo. The spider silk was so thin it was almost transparent, revealing the fair skin beneath, yet adding a hazy, ethereal quality. Light shone on it, creating a subtle luster that clearly outlined every curve.

Ian couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

"Mirabelle".

"Um?"

Do you know what "Innate White Silk Sacred Body" is?

Mirabelle was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"It's nothing, just walk a few steps and I'll take a look."

Mirabelle blushed and slowly took a step forward.

With each step, her calves, encased in stockings, tensed slightly, the fine mesh opening a little to reveal the slightly reddish skin beneath.

She took another step.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her steps, revealing a section of her thigh covered in white stockings.

She took another step.

Then she stopped, looked down at her legs, and reached out to touch them.

The movement was very light and slow, like caressing some fragile treasure.

Ian's tentacle twitched again. "Don't do such seductive things, have you gone from a half-elf to a succubus?"

Mirabelle continued. Starting from the knee, she slowly traced her fingers down to the ankle, then back up to the knee. Through the thin layer of spider silk, her fingers left faint marks on the leg.

"This feel..." she whispered, "How can it be so smooth..."

Ian silently looked away.

But it moved back two seconds later.

There was no way around it; those legs were just too dazzling.

Mirabelle suddenly looked up at him. "Ian, tell me the truth."

Ian: "What?"

"Do my legs look good in this?"

"……nice."

Mirabelle smiled, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

"I think it looks good too." She looked down at her legs again. "How come I never realized I could be so alluring?"

She took a few steps, looking down as she went.

It looked like a cat that had just discovered how beautiful its tail was.

Ian lay there, watching her walk back and forth. A thought suddenly popped into his head: If those leg fetishists from his past life saw this, they'd go crazy.

Mirabelle walked around for more than ten laps before finally calming down.

She sat back down on the rock, her legs stretched out straight, staring thoughtfully at the white stockings on her legs.

"Mirabelle, stop being so narcissistic!" Ian reminded her, seeing her lost in thought.

"Um?"

"This is for you to take out and sell for money."

"I know."

"And it can be sold for a lot of money."

"I know that too."

"How many do you think you can sell a pair for?"

Mirabelle thought for a moment, then hesitantly gave a number: "5 gold coins?"

Ian shook his head.

"I told you, you're going to use it to build an empire! Guess boldly!"