High above.
Louis paused for half a day before reacting: "What did I just slash?"
The Limuru dragging him up into the sky almost couldn't hold its expression, trying hard to suppress the corners of its mouth from rising.
What could it say?
It was just an innocent slime!
Other than clapping its hands to cheer for its master, it could do nothing else.
But it vaguely remembered that when it was eating and drinking well at the White Tower, the mages there realized it had an extraordinarily high understanding ability not inferior to humans, and started frantically educating it on the top races discovered on the Star Continent and beyond.
In the words of a white-bearded old mage named Gandalf:
"Your species has the advantage of naturally emulating the blood power of other races, so if you have the chance, you must catch those top races' butts and take a big bite."
Then those shameless mages specifically listed it a batch of recipes.
