"What, you don't believe me?"
Mo Li frowned.
"Why don't you ask Rimuru what she thinks?"
Mo Li gestured toward Rimuru with his chin.
"As expected, Ari understands me best."
Rimuru formed a hand and scratched her Slime head.
"That's right, I'm going to give every one of them a name."
Rimuru would never mistreat those who came to join her. She had to treat everyone equally.
Of course, it was also because she could not remember so many faces. Giving them names would make them easier to remember!
Besides, wouldn't naming these Goblins make them stronger?
For the village to grow stronger, naming them was necessary.
It was just mana exhaustion, right? She would recover after sleeping for a few days.
Rimuru thought so.
Seeing Rimuru's expression, Mo Li knew that Great Sage definitely had not told Rimuru where the mana for naming came from.
Thinking of that, Mo Li could not help feeling sorry for the Storm Dragon. Once Veldora entered Rimuru's Stomach, he was either having his mana drained or on the way to having his mana drained. He really had it rough.
Still, naming was indeed necessary. Why had Tempest been so powerful in the original story? Wasn't it because of Rimuru's naming? Every monster living in Tempest became a Named Monster. Named Monsters were no weaklings; even weak races saw their combat power soar after receiving names.
Not to mention the already powerful Great Ogres and Lizardmen. After being named in the original story, Benimaru and the others had been incredibly powerful. Especially after Rimuru awakened as a Demon King, their combat strength had rivaled that of unawakened Demon King Seeds, putting them on par with the Ten Great Immortals of the Western Saint's Church.
What left Mo Li the most speechless was that Rimuru