Rimuru is definitely a demon lord seducer having gotten two powerful ones on his side more or less. His conversation with Dwargon about the kingdoms and demons lords Rimuru has partnered with did reveal some things. I may be onto something but I still think Rimuru came off relatable to the people about wanting a kingdom like theirs with monsters and humans living together. ![]() Delivered that speech to the dwarf kingdom citizens greatly I thought but Dwargon did not agree. Those early days were so uncertain yet so fun, Rimuru has come a long way since then its amazing. Rimuru going back to the elf bar was hilarious and brought back some memories from season one. It closes with Myuran's introduction.īoth business and pleasure in the dwarf kingdom. So is that the real wizard, okay She's too op. That's a harsh punishment just for an elf oppai. As punishment, Rimuru must eat Shion's cooking for a week, damn. Shuna's expression when angry is also cute, Shuna is really dangerous. I thought this plan would go easy, but it all ended with Shuna and Shion approaching them. Rimuru's sake looks like it will be the tastiest drink, it's just that why would Rimuru go to a brothel if Rimuru had Shuna and Shion, xD. Whatever I'll do my best for that oppai, lol. It's just that Gobuta prefers big oppai elf. It is a best elf heaven, Gobuta and the other goblins seem to really like that house. It's good that they like alcohol but I prefer Shion who was drunk while drinking the alcohol that Shuna brought.Īll hail Lord Rimuru, I think Rimuru is more suited to using his human form than using his slime form, because that crown would seem strange, and also nice aisatsu Rimuru-sama. They really doubted Demon Lord Milim, I thought Milim was indeed a cute and beautiful girl but it was a little surprising that she was a Demon Lord. Asking Rimuru about that incident, of course Rimuru had a little doubt. My parents made up for their absence with the fruits of their labor, whether it was plentiful nutritious food, a college education, a car or a few months’ rent when I struggled to find work.It's a boring meeting, I don't know if it's right to be called a meeting. When the topic came up, I realized that my mom didn’t have to leave dinner for me, that this was an act of love-one that was unusual for Americans, who showed love with hugs and attendance at soccer games. In high school, I had friends whose non-immigrant parents also worked night shifts. ![]() She prepared dinner for me every night-a well-balanced plate of rice, meat and vegetables, sometimes salvaged from her staff meal, sealed with Cling Wrap. Sometimes I would cry when she left for work, wishing we could cook together instead. They were kind to the Mexican busboys, amigos who were and always would be at the bottom of the totem pole, amigos who cooked up fried oysters for their comrades behind the boss’s back.Įventually, Mom started working dinner shifts when I was old enough to stay at home without supervision. They treated each other to ginger chews from their local supermarket or egg tarts from a weekend trip to Flushing. ![]() They commiserated about their bosses and gossiped about rude customers. Her friends were other waitresses from Thailand, China, Indonesia and Korea.
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