I didn't intend to destroy the world.

Name: Li Weite

【property】:

力量：10、敏捷：10、体质：10、智力：8、感知：10、魅力：10

[Skills]: None

【Trait】：

Imperial language (the official language of the Empire, the mother tongue)

Useless (can't learn anything)

Gain new traits:

Goblin language: The language used by goblins, consisting of sharp guttural sounds, rapid trills, and numerous short, ambiguous words. It sounds like a mixture of dog barks, cat meows, and the clatter of stones, making it difficult for outsiders to discern the boundaries between its vocabulary.

Levitt found it hard to believe that he could speak such a language with his own tongue, but seeing the goblins looking at each other blankly, he knew that these green-skinned beasts understood.

"You speak our language?"

The goblin rider dismounted from the dire wolf and approached Levitt, a stench of mud and fish assaulting his nostrils.

Although it is only 1.6 meters tall, it still gives people a strong sense of pressure at this moment.

Levitt took a deep breath, nodded, and lied: "Yes, I once saved a goblin, and it taught me."

Upon hearing Levitt's words, the goblin rider frowned, its few black hairs framing its brow. Its yellow-green eyes were filled with doubt. It uttered several obscure words, but to its surprise, Levitt easily explained the meaning of most of them.

Its expression suggested it was undecided, unable to determine whether Levitt was lying.

Levitt deliberately didn't explain all the words; if he showed that he understood everything, it would only arouse the goblins' suspicion.

Another point worth noting is that the bait spell seems to have limited effect on goblin riders, whose hostility is quite restrained compared to other goblin riders.

"Do you know where their camp is?" The goblin rider temporarily put aside the matter of Levitt himself.

"They don't have a fixed camp, but I know where their next destination is. I can take you to ambush them!" Levitt said through gritted teeth, his heart filled with hatred for those beasts.

"Aren't you your comrades? What grudge do you have against them?" The goblin rider was a little curious about this "traitor."

Levitt immediately began to indignantly describe the inhumane treatment he had received from the adventurer's guild, then showed the calluses on his hands, saying, "As you can see, brother, my hands are covered in marks from farm work. They certainly wouldn't accept me into the guild. I just paid them to take me to a nearby town because I've heard there are goblins there—of course, I'm not saying you brothers are all the evil monsters of the rumors, but my goblin friends told me that the goblin race has always been invaded by humans and harbors a certain prejudice against them..."

Not only was the statement appropriate, but the effect of the bait spell also disappeared, and the group of goblins no longer looked at Levitt with such less hostility.

"Um... what's your name?" the rider asked.

"Levitt." Levitt smiled kindly.

"Take Levitt home!" The goblin rider mounted the dire wolf and waved his green hand.

......

On the way, Levitt asked the goblin rider for his name, who was called "Rotten Blade" and was the leader of a nearby goblin tribe.

Levitt asked Rotten Knife many more questions. At first, Rotten Knife was wary, thinking he was a spy or something, but after hearing things like:

"What kind of wolf is this?"

"What is this weapon?"

"What is your home like?"

After asking the simple question, "What do you usually eat?", Rotten Knife lowered his guard and looked at Levitt as if he were an idiot.

While gaining knowledge, Levitt also carefully maintained his boundaries. Finally, feeling he had exhausted all his questions, he looked curiously at the rotten knife and asked:

"Brother Rotten Knife, don't you find all these questions annoying?"

Rotten Knife replied, "Goblins don't have the same terrible personalities as you humans."

Levitt was taken aback by what he heard. Looking at the points he had accumulated along the way, he said, "I've learned something new."

Rotten Knife's home is a hidden cave, which requires traversing a dense forest and a large amount of bushes.

Pushing aside the last clump of bushes, the entrance to the cave was revealed. It wasn't a dark hole cut open in the mountain wall, but a crevice in the rock half-hidden by vines, as if the mountain had lazily cracked open.

If it weren't for the rotten knife leading the way, Levitt would have walked past it ten times without noticing.

Upon entering the cave, the passage was initially so narrow that only one person could pass sideways. After walking a dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a brighter area.

The highest point of the cave ceiling is about three people high, and the air is filled with the smell of damp earth, the aroma of roasted meat, and the pungent smell of goblins.

The cave is naturally divided into many "rooms". To the left of the entrance is a relatively flat open space, covered with hay and a few animal hides whose original color is not visible, which can be regarded as the "living room".

Several goblins were sitting around a dying fire. When they saw Rotten Knife return, they looked up and chattered a few words. When they saw Levitt, they all cursed him angrily.

Extending inward to the right, there was a pile of miscellaneous items taller than a person against the cave wall: a chair with a missing leg, a rusty iron pot, several rolls of moldy cloth, and half a bag of wheat with a hole in it.

These things were piled up haphazardly, but in the goblin's eyes, they could probably be considered a "warehouse".

What surprised Levitt the most was the depths of the cave.

There was a naturally formed stone platform, on which were the items that had clearly been carefully selected: a broken-string lute, a complete ceramic bowl, a palm-sized bronze mirror, and a book that had been chewed on but was still intact.

There are crooked symbols drawn with charcoal on the walls around the stone platform. They are not graffiti, but rather seem to be records of something.

There were about twenty goblins in the cave, plus the ones that attacked the adventure team, totaling less than forty.

These goblins were much cleaner than Levitt had imagined, and they all had rags as clothing to cover their bodies. Several cubs were rummaging through the pile of junk, while an old goblin squatted in a corner, holding a thin bone in his hand, writing stroke by stroke on the ground while muttering incantations.

Seeing Levitt staring at the old goblin, Rotten Knife casually remarked, "That's Old Scar, the smartest one in the cave."

Levitt also noticed that there were faint boundaries between each room in the cave, some as a line drawn on the ground, and others as a mark carved on the stone wall.

Rotten Knife walked to the middle of the living room, clapped his hands, and shouted a few words in Goblin. Pairs of yellow-green eyes all looked over, some with curiosity, some with wariness, and most with hostility towards Levitt.

"We brought back a human today. He saved our lives, so we have to follow the rules too." There was something about Rotten Knife that surprised Levitt: the aura of a leader.

As for this goblin tribe...

Rules, yes, rules.

Levitt discovered that he had found rules among the goblins.

Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, since all his impressions of goblins were just hearsay.

After all, neither farmers from another world nor modern office workers have any contact with this race.

"Levitt, come with me." Rotten Knife shooed away the goblin cub sniffing around Levitt's feet, then led him to a "room" alone.

This is a low-lying depression at the deepest part of the cave, covered with dry grass and two wolf pelts. Next to it stands a sharpened wooden stick with a faded red cloth hanging on it, probably something the rotten knife used to mark territory.

Rotten Knife said this was its room and told Levitt to sit wherever he pleased.

After Levitt sat down, Rotten Knife took out a parchment map, on which various locations in the Monster Forest were marked in Goblin language:

Roads, monsters, animals, special locations, and some underground traps.

"Tell me where those people went next, if you were lying to me..." Rotten Knife's expression was calm, but there was no hint of joking in its words.

"Of course, I wouldn't lie." Levitt waved his hand, pointed to a route, and said thoughtfully, "They're going to a neighboring country, but they'll pass through the town of Zenda here..."

Rotten Knife and Levitt talked about this issue for a while. After the conversation paused, Rotten Knife looked at Levitt with a hint of trust in its eyes.

"Brother Rotten Knife, but I have one request." Levitt changed the subject.

Rotten Knife nodded, indicating that Levitt could speak.

"After the ambush is successful, the others are fine, but there is an elven female mage among them. If possible, please capture her alive. I have something to discuss with her. After that, you can do whatever you want with them, whether you use her for procreation or not."

Before Levitt could finish speaking, Rotten Knife interrupted him, saying, "We goblins don't need females from other races to reproduce. That's just one of many rumors. Besides... you haven't saved any goblins, have you?"

"Ah..." Levitt was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "But you don't care about that, Brother Rotten Knife, right?"