Considering the myconids' ability to communicate telepathically, Gauss didn't attack the myconid that had appeared in the distance, lest he alert the others.
He didn't know the range of this telepathic ability, how far it could reach, or how many of their kin it could reach.
So he simply watched the myconids work in silence for a while.
They were feeding the slimes.
Compared to other monsters, slimes did have a clear advantage when it came to being raised.
When they were full, these creatures were less destructive and less inclined to move around.
So long as they were fed enough food on time and kept in a relatively enclosed lair, they would naturally come to regard the area as their home. You couldn't chase them away even if you tried.
It was easy to understand from a slime's point of view, too.
Food fell from the sky every day, and there didn't seem to be much obvious danger around. It really did look like an excellent monster lair.
After feeding the slimes at the Slime Farm, the myconids set off at a "leisurely" pace, their long legs carrying them away. Of course, they only looked slow. In reality, they were so tall that even an adult human running would have trouble catching up with them as they walked.
"Should we keep following them?"
Shadow, shrouded in darkness, turned to look at Gauss.
Gauss shook his head.
"Forget it. Let's head back first."
He didn't think there was much point in following a few ordinary myconids.
He had already gotten a general understanding of the 5th Floor through the Weaver's Mark and his own investigation. He also had the map Crystal Ball to keep track of the Maze Lord's coordinates in real time, so there was no need for pointless