Rimuru and his companions visit the Dwarven Kingdom, the Armed Nation of Dwargon, in search of some artisans to help the Goblins learn to supply their own food, shelter, and clothing. However, a skirmish just outside the city gate lands Rimuru and Gobta in a prison cell. Then there's a report of an Armorsaurus in the nearby mines!
C'mon, Rimuru. It won't 
be a party without you.
هيّا يا ريمورو. لن تكون حفلة من دونك
Herr Rimuru, ohne Sie wird das keine Party.
Vamos, no será una fiesta sin ti.
Vamos, no será una fiesta sin ti.
Allez, sans vous, M. Limule,
ça ne serait plus une fête !
Dai, Signor Limur. Se non vieni tu, non c'è festa.
Vamos, Rimuru.
Essa festa tem que ter você.
Серьёзно. Римуру, без тебя
будет совсем не то.