"Afterwards, we pulled out the grass on her husband's grave, and we left."
Theo's recollection ended, with a sleazy look on his abstract face that absolutely nobody wanted to explore.
"By the way, Shami, didn't you say you wanted to find an elf or succubus as a wife? Actually, stop dreaming, finding a chubbier woman isn't so bad either."
"I thought you only had a problem with your appearance, turns out your preferences are quite off too."
"Isn't that normal? Love is like that, all the same when the lights are off at night!"
"Focus on the last sentence!"
Shami looked at Theo, already subdued.
"Then I wish you and the widow at the village entrance... grow old together..."
"No, really, I'm not planning to be with her. She seduced me, I couldn't resist, that's all. By the way, do you know what 'ice and fire' means..."
"Focus on farming first." Shami decisively ended the topic.
From sheep to now, the widow, their chatting topics should never be heard by others. Otherwise, they'd suffer social death for sure.
Theo might suffer social death, but he doesn't want to carry the title of 'sheep rider' in the future.
At noon, seeing many villagers carrying farm tools home, Shami blended in and headed towards the village tavern.
Although Shami is now the demon king, he is also a villager, needing to maintain similar routines and habits as before to avoid seeming unusual, thus facilitating his actions.
Village entrance tavern.
The largest bragging venue in Yili Village, many villagers come here to drink and brag.
But excluding the exaggerated bragging, one can obtain some useful information.
Shami ordered a beer.
The forty-year-old man dressed as a waiter, Dill, is the tavern owner, with expertly styled gray hair, resembling the village wise one role.
When the hero and the adventure group came to the village, it was he and the village elder, and the blacksmith shop owner with the most yellow exclamation marks over their heads.
Dill usually treats people well, handing Shami a beer while asking, "Shami, been busy lately?"
"Not much, just the usual farm work."
"Is that so? Want to try my craft beer?"
"Thank you, oh right, Boss Dill..." Shami listened around in the tavern, heard no useful information, then asked Dill, "Have you heard of the Water of Life?"
Dill thoughtfully stroked his chin, "Water of Life? Sounds familiar... Oh, when the hero came, I heard him mention it. Said it's a holy water that helps nurture life. I don't know the specifics."
"Thanks." Shami took a sip of beer, thanked him.
"Why bring that up suddenly."
"I heard passing heroes mention it too, always thought it was some kind of precious wine. Just remembered it now."
Shami's answer quickly dispelled Dill's doubts.
"Haha, I see. If you want to learn more, maybe ask around in the city? Could find more useful information there."
But since it's the Water of Life mentioned by a hero, and has a powerful life-nurturing ability, it might be hard to obtain.
But Shami got a rough idea of the current situation.
Although Fata recently announced the demon king heir's appearance to the continent, such grand news struggles to impact everyday life.
This distant news reaches the ordinary villagers, soon no longer worth mentioning in village chats.
"Demon king or whatever, won't appear so soon?"
"Exactly! Even if they appear, only in the royal capitals of major kingdoms. How would a demon king come to our small village?"
"..."
Shami quietly finished his beer, placed down two copper coins, then left the tavern.
In the afternoon.
The task of resurrecting slimes officially began.
Shami dressed casually, donned a bamboo hat, and collected tree sap in the woods outside the village.
Using a knife, he cut along the bark's grain, placed a basin below, waiting for the sap to slowly drain.
But quite a bit of resin also flowed down.
Want fried dough? Shami absolutely didn't want the resin!
This process's waiting time far exceeds the working time.
Holding the basin by the tree, Shami occasionally adjusted its direction to prevent sap from veering.
Not far away.
A blonde elf wiped sweat from her forehead, her cherry lips slowly uttered elegant Elf Language.
"Damn it, it's definitely here."
From Demon King Castle, spent three days and nights arriving this afternoon, following the guidance of Spiritual Light, she reached a small village outside Eden City.
Damn pretty boy demon king, didn't speak truthfully. Luckily, left a mark.
But this distance proved too vast, the Spiritual Light marked on Shami dwindled to faint points this morning, leaving her to explore and seek.
Ultimate effort paid off; she found the last vanished position of Spiritual Light—Yili Village.
However, she relied not on flying, but Teleportation Gate transportation—taking three days and nights, while Shami swiftly returned to Yili Village.
He definitely possesses a method faster than those between cities' Teleportation Gates!
Lureya hammered her sore shoulders, headed towards the woods.
There she saw a man with a bamboo hat, hands in front, occasionally moving his hips against a tree.
She stopped, complexly blinked.
Are village morals this audacious now? Charging trees?
Lureya swallowed, saw the tree sap barrels beside the villager, realizing her misunderstanding.
Oh, merely sap collecting.
"Excuse me, ahead is Yili Village?" Lureya cautiously approached.
The voice was familiar, very polite, but Shami yawned uninterestedly, not planning to engage.
"Yes."
"Are you a villager here?"
"That's right."
"Then you probably know someone named Shami."
Shami hearing his name turned slowly, "Shami who?"
"Shami."
Three seconds of silence in the woods.
"It's you!"
Lureya pointed at Shami's face, exclaimed, completely losing her earlier politeness, "I wondered who's so daring, daylight charging trees in the woods, turned out to be the demon king heir."
"You're switching attitudes too quickly! Don't fabricate groundless things!"
Shami frowned, puzzled at the blonde girl, quickly recognizing her identity.
The Tablet Spirit whose most important thing he took.
"Also, don't casually call someone demon king, I might break that necklace anytime." Shami glanced around, seeing no one, sternly warned the golden-haired spirit.
Lureya hastily closed her mouth, nervously retracted her hand, dropped her shoulders.
"So, sorry..."