"Yeah, nice try..." The Slime Girl started. "If you were really a poor farmer's son going over to a village to pick up a delivery of manure..." She then held out her hand, as if making a mental list and was counting off said list with her other hand. "A. You wouldn't be carrying around a wooden sword and wearing pieces of cheap armor. B. The way your body carries itself shows physical training meant for combat, not to mention your body has lithe muscles, and not muscles from back breaking labor in the fields, not to mention your skin doesn't show the same tan lines as a farmer. C. I don't see any wagon, or steed meant for hauling this so called delivery... And D. By the direction you're heading, you're going toward the Port town, and unless you're going to try paying extra for import, which you said your father is poor, you won't be getting any manure from that particular area, which is mostly a trading or fishing town..."
Shit... guess you didn't count on a Slime with brains. Though to be fair, it's kind of hard to see any when you can physically see right through someone.
"And to be honest, it doesn't really matter what you are in the long run... I'm still going to eat you... maybe after having my way with you..." The Slime Girl stated, her eyes looking at you now with a predatory sheen.
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