Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Heroes are the bane of all monsters, even those who slay dragons and demons. Yet, they are very rare. The most recent hero that Ciel knows in history is Siegfried, the dragon-slaying hero, who lived 110 years ago.

But without exception, these powerful and rare creatures all embarked on the path of heroism by killing goblins. Siegfried was even known as the Goblin Slayer because he handed over nearly ten thousand goblin ears in his lifetime.

As everyone knows, the men of Tokyo University like to do two things: drag heroes down with them and persuade demons to reform.

Now a vibrant and young hero lies at Xia Er's feet; how could anyone not be moved?

The assessment that he is immature is based on information from the panel, but given time to grow, he will surely become a hero in the future.

Moreover, his worn-out clothes with frayed edges, his mud-stained and tattered shoes, and his patched trousers all indicated his living conditions.

Many heroes start from humble beginnings, but Ciel felt this was a bargaining chip he could use.

If handled properly, this can establish a channel for acquiring resources and intelligence.

Ciel didn't intend to directly tell the other party, "I am Ciel Mello, the traitor with a bounty of 30 gold coins on the wanted list. Today I am going to invite you to join my gang. If we succeed in overthrowing the kingdom, I will grant you a title."

This is tantamount to saying, "I am Qin Shi Huang. I am not dead. I am trapped in the underground palace. As long as you give me 50 VIPs, I can lead an army to rebuild the dynasty and then I will make you a king."

He felt that after establishing sufficient trust between the two parties, Charles would then ask for their help in finding his sister.

So the next step is the interview.

Holding the other party's "resume," Sharl knew that it was simply a pipe dream for a goblin to hire a hero as a worker.

But he felt that anything was possible with human effort, and besides, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He stared at Little John's trembling eyelashes, his mind racing like a hero from Liangshan, plotting how to recruit him into his gang.

The first step is to feign indifference to lure the prey into a trap.

…………

With a "snap," John felt as if someone had cut something.

He was still a little dizzy, but he immediately remembered what had happened. Then he squinted and looked around.

"Get up if you're awake," a universal voice said in my ear.

Little John quickly got up and looked around. He found himself at the entrance of a cave. In the distance, two goblins were squatting in front of a pot, cooking something. The smell emanating from the pot was indescribable.

Before him stood a short, bald goblin, holding a short sword and coldly staring at him.

"Goblin?" Little John was startled and assumed a defensive stance.

Seeing that they were free, the two creatures in the distance immediately grabbed sticks and gathered around.

The goblin in front of them waved to his companions, and they went back.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave." The goblin sheathed his short sword.

Huh? You're not going to eat me? Little John was stunned for a moment, then he remembered what happened before he fainted: "Where are my teammates?"

"He's dead. He ran into our trap to catch wild boars and got impaled by a spear." The tone was nonchalant.

John was taken aback; the plot development was somewhat illogical.

Thinking of the water bag Gunter had handed him, he knew he might have been drugged by Gunter, but the reason was still unclear.

The experienced adventurer who had tricked himself was ambushed and killed by a few goblins.

"You ate him?" Little John asked, staring intently at the goblin.

"We don't eat people." The goblin in front of him looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Uh." Little John was taken aback for a moment, but then he suddenly realized, "You speak Common Tongue?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Goblins all speak goblin, right?"

"Warajiri awoo quack quack!" the goblin shouted to its companion, then added, "Is that so?"

John's pupils dilated in shock; he felt his understanding of the world had been overturned.

Goblins, as adventurers describe them, are greedy, foolish, evil, and cowardly; you can use every negative word to describe this creature.

The adventurer party kills goblins like mowing grass, and they are indeed like weeds, at the mercy of others.

He had even heard from experienced adventurers that goblins would deliberately knock down their companions with their clubs in order to slow down the adventurers' pursuit.

But the goblin in front of me, who's been secretly killing adventurers, says in Common that it doesn't eat people.

This is unbelievable. Little John is wondering if you're still talking about goblins in the Ear Cleaner's Tavern?

"So what are you waiting for? Stay for lunch?" the goblin asked.

"No need for that," Little John quickly waved his hand. He had just seen two goblins throw three dead rats, cut in half, into the pot.

"Hurry up and leave. Humans can't stay in the forest for more than three days, and a newbie like you..." The goblin didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was clear.

Little John had heard that humans have low resistance to evil, and if they stay in the Nightmare Forest for too long, they will see hallucinations, become mentally fragile, and eventually go insane.

The Adventurers' Guild's handbook recommends a maximum of three days.

He said nothing more, lowered his head, and left.

The scrapes and bruises all over his body constantly stimulated his pain nerves with each step, but what hurt him even more was his heart.

The long sword at his waist was gone, and the silver coins on his body were gone. Even if he returned to the town, he would be penniless.

Although you could work as a laborer at the docks for a day to earn a living.

But without weapons, he could not enter the forest at all. Even if he wanted to take on some gathering jobs, he had no idea where those plants grew in the forest.

Only experienced adventurers know about these resources, but no one wants to team up with a novice adventurer who has no weapons.

Rent a weapon? Don't be ridiculous, where would he get the deposit?

John sighed deeply, "Mary, I have failed."

When he left the village, he went to see Mary and saw her sitting by a large wooden tub, diligently washing clothes, with a pile of clothes waiting to be washed next to her.

He didn't call her out, but left silently.

but now……

"You're a strange person. Why are you sighing so much now that you're free?" A goblin's teasing voice sounded from behind.

"Come on, tell us and let's all have a laugh."

Little John turned around and saw the goblin tidying up his belongings, holding his own longsword in his hand.

"I..." John hesitated, but then he caught a glimpse of the lucky card on his wrist and suddenly had an idea.

"I'm in a bit of trouble." He wondered if he could trick this foolish goblin into returning the longsword to him, or if all else failed, see if he could snatch it back in the chaos.

After a few words, the goblin in front of him nodded and said, "I understand. It's just a matter of needing money. What's so difficult about that?"

"I'll take care of you."