I didn't intend to destroy the world.

Levitt knew the value of a mage in this world, but he never expected that a simple trick would scare these three scoundrels, who were definitely eyeing him, into fleeing for their lives.

Ultimately, however, they are probably just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp.

Touching the water jug, which was now a little less, Levitt felt a pang of heartache. If there were always dangerous situations like this, forcing him to use magic to get out of trouble, then this little bit of healing potion would probably be gone very quickly.

It seems that making money is more urgent than I imagined.

Most importantly, the relationship between this hooded man and the crescent moon is quite unusual.

From his words, we can infer that he also understands the curse of the crescent moon.

"What do you mean that because I have the mark of the crescent moon on me, I can't possibly abandon her?" Levitt recalled that after the hooded man said those words, the information about the unknown curse suddenly changed.

"I'll stop thinking about it now. He'll definitely come looking for me again." Levita pulled himself back to reality and opened the backpack the hooded man had left behind.

A brand new healing potion, its effects are estimated to be better than the expired potion obtained from the druid.

The left ears of a dozen or so goblins were covered in blood.

"Heh, so they're here to offer me some comfort." Levitt wiped the blood off the healing potion, put it in his backpack, and then hesitated about what to do with the goblin's ears.

He didn't register to hunt goblins beforehand, so he probably won't be able to claim the rewards for these items.

However, there is a way: keep these for now, register them tonight, and then deliver them during the day.

Even if he can't find the broken knife today, the harvest is still plentiful. The bounty from these goblins is enough for him to go to the druids and get some more healing potions.

As for how long a bottle of healing potion would last him, he hadn't tested that yet, since he'd already fired two spells.

Then, Levitt slung the hooded man's backpack over his shoulder and continued his work.

As he continued gathering Blue Moon Grass, Levitt's mind was filled with the voice he had heard after the spell was cast.

If this voice really is the Weaving Goddess that I summoned by "cheating" through spellcasting, then what happens next?

I've broken the rules, so I doubt the goddess will let me off so easily.

This time, the voice in my head was even angrier.

......

He found a blue moon grass by the roadside. Levitt walked over, parted the weeds beside it, and carefully pulled it out without damaging its roots. As he shook off the soil from the roots, he heard a sound that excited him.

The battle was interspersed with goblin language.

Realizing that this place was close to the territory of the Rotten Knife, Levitt put the Blue Moon Grass into his backpack and followed the sound.

He slowed his pace, the sounds of battle drawing ever closer. He deliberately moved behind a clump of bushes, parted the grass, and peeked out—

In an open space, contrary to his expectations of adventurers battling goblins, it was goblins fighting goblins.

The battlefield was in ruins, with many goblin corpses on the ground. Only about twenty were still standing, with one side having a numerical advantage, consisting of more than a dozen, and their protective equipment was rudimentary.

The other side only had a few, but they had the advantage of having "armor" that Levitt found familiar. They were tired, but barely managed to hold on.

The two goblin leaders are dueling while riding dire wolves.

Wait, isn't that a rotten knife?

Levitt saw a wolf with a rotten knife sitting on its back, and the rotten knife was the weaker party.

The wolf charged wildly, and the two riders brushed past each other. Their spears clashed with a "bang," and the rotten-knife did not forget to give instructions to his companion.

"Hold the formation! Don't let them invade the cave!" Rotten Knife roared, grabbing the wolf's ears to turn it around and prepare for the enemy's attack.

"Rotten Blade! Hand over the blessing and join my people." The rider's words and spear pierced into Rotten Blade together.

It is not uncommon for social wild animals to fight each other over territory, and even the more intelligent goblins are no exception.

We have to help!

Levitt answered without hesitation.

His primary objective on this trip was to find the rotten knife; if anything happened to it, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Even though he speaks Goblin, he doesn't want to get to know the other Goblin leaders again.

Moreover, he believed that he and Lan Dao had already developed some kind of "friendship" or "tacit understanding" in a certain sense.

But how can we help?

Recalling the tragic scene when the Flower Moon Adventurer Group was attacked by Rotten Knife and his companions, Levitt couldn't help but subconsciously feel some fear of the goblins' fighting prowess.

Rotten Knife and his group were clearly stronger in combat, but even though so many of the other goblin squads had been taken down, they still outnumbered the others, and Rotten Knife's group was also running out of energy.

Never mind, let's fire one shot first!

Even if they have to run away, what kind of "blessing" do these goblins want? They're just useless in the bushes.

Levitt took the broken crossbow off his back, hurriedly loaded an arrow, closed one eye, held his breath, and aimed at the goblin rider.

The goblin rider's spear thrust had just failed, and the dire wolf was turning around in place.

"call......"

Taking a deep breath, Levitt pressed his fingers on the lever, pulled hard, and the arrow was propelled by the crossbow string—"Whoosh—"

"Thud—" The arrow grazed the goblin rider's forehead and landed on the buttocks of a goblin corpse on the ground.

Missed!

"Broken crossbow! This is absolutely not my fault!" Levitt cursed angrily from the bushes.

The battlefield suddenly fell eerily quiet, and pairs of yellow-green eyes stared at him.

"That was just a warning!" Levitt, speaking in Goblin language and wielding a short sword, jumped out.

"Levitt?" Rotten Knife was slightly surprised by Levitt's appearance. The goblin rider took advantage of the opening and charged at him. He hurriedly fought back.

"Kill this human scum!" the goblin rider shouted to his men as he charged.

The three goblins immediately broke away from their battle with their own kind and charged toward Levitt, brandishing their stone axes and babbling incoherently.

"Come on!" Levitt held his sword with both hands, striking a respectable pose.

"Die!" The goblin, bearing the brunt of the attack, spoke with hatred for humans, and swung its sharpened wooden club at them.

Levitt's center of gravity shifted downwards, the tip of the wooden stick grazed his face, and he swung his short sword forward, smashing the goblin's head to pieces.

The counterattack was driven entirely by the muscle memory of basic swordsmanship; Levitt's mind hadn't even had time to process it.

weak!

too weak!

Seeing that the attack had worked, Levitt's confidence surged like a tide, while his contempt for the Flower Moon Adventurer Group intensified.

but!

The sword is too dull!

It still works!

"Come on!" Levitt pressed his advantage, swinging his short sword at the other two goblins.

The sudden, menacing blow had instilled fear in the goblins. Unlike the courageous subordinates of the rotten knife, Levitt's ferocious and terrifying face, along with his merciless short sword, reminded them of their past fears of humans.

It's blood—

This human has a strong smell of goblin blood on him!

The two goblins suddenly felt a numbness in their hands.

Levitt captured the fear in their yellow-green eyes, a fear that ignited the violence within his male instincts.

kill!

Levitt charged forward, slashing diagonally with his short sword, then swinging it again, and the remaining two goblins died like wild dogs.

The three goblins were wiped out in the blink of an eye, and the rest of their kind were terrified.

Although it didn't understand Levitt's sudden change in just one day, Rotten Blade was also spurred into action by this display of strength, and it roared, "Reinforcements have arrived! Counterattack immediately!"