Chapter 207—Guild Master's Reaction
The elf glanced at everyone. "Before—"
She was cut off as members already began voting.
"I vote for his elimination."
"He must be exterminated."
"He's just a mere slime."
A heavy silence fell.
The air trembled as everyone glared at each other.
"I don't care."
"I abstain."
The votes began to fill in.
The majority were in favour of the slime's survival—believing slimes were weak.
A beautiful middle-aged woman with long, flowing crimson hair down to her back, clad in red robes—a symbol of 10 moons, with two large ones in the middle and 8 surrounding them, embedded on her robe.
If Averon saw it, he would scream, "Octopus Eldritch."
With a cold glint in her eyes, she mused. 'A slime with a king's mark… I should enslave him. He'll be a trump card for our church.'
"What do you think, Priestess Elena?" the elf asked, holding her breath.
The majority present were in favour of slime's survival, which irritated her.
