'A Slime?'
Old Bloom's mind instantly conjured up the Knight's evil intentions.
'He's actually trying to threaten me with a weak, helpless Slime!'
"Shameless! Truly shameless!"
Old Bloom's voice rose in anger, and the tip of his hayfork trembled with rage.
"Don't be afraid, little one. Come over to Old Bloom. As long as I'm here, this big lug can't hurt you."
Chen Yu had just come to his senses when he heard the righteous-sounding cry.
He raised his eyes, first looking in confusion at the skeleton farmer excitedly waving a hayfork, then looking up at Arthur's silent form.
'What is this, some kind of play?'
"Arthur, did you scare the little guy?"
Arthur clumsily tried to clarify.
"Your Majesty, I... I mean them no harm."
"It spoke! It spoke!"
A Grimlin hiding behind Old Bloom's pant leg exclaimed in a small voice, its clear, amber eyes filled with astonishment. Its fear seemed to recede a little.
The other little ones also peeked their heads out.
