After leaving the tent, Mo Li hurried without pause toward where Rimuru was sleeping.
Outside the tent, Mo Li looked at the Goblin guards standing watch on both sides and nodded approvingly.
"Not bad. You've got a good sense of danger."
"Lord Morax."
Seeing Mo Li arrive, the Goblin guards hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"It's fine. I'm here to see how Rimuru is doing."
After saying that, Mo Li walked into the tent.
"Uh, shouldn't we stop him?"
One of the rather dim-looking Goblin guards asked.
"Thud."
"What was that for?"
The obviously dim guard rubbed his head and complained foolishly.
"What was that for? Can't you see the relationship between Lord Morax and Lord Rimuru? Stop him? Do you not want this job anymore? Or are you sick of living?"
The other Goblin guard roared at him.
"Relationship? What relationship? Aren't they just ordinary friends?"
The dim Goblin guard said foolishly while rubbing his head.
"With that intelligence of yours... Fine. From now on, when Lord Morax comes, just let him in. Don't ask questions."
The Goblin guard who clearly looked much sharper said helplessly.
"Sigh, I'm walking on thin ice every day. Working with him, I don't know when I'll suddenly drop dead."
"The most damn annoying part is that I can't even switch partners."
He looked as though he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Inside the tent, Mo Li nearly burst out laughing as he listened to the conversation between those two living treasures. Sure enough, people complemented each other. Wherever there was a Sleeping Dragon, there would never be a lack of a Fledgling Phoenix.
Mo Li shook his head and smiled.
Mo Li looked at Rimuru, whose magicules had been exhausted from naming and whose body had become dull and dim.
"I wonder