I didn't intend to destroy the world.

Kingdom border.

There was only one oil lamp in the side room of the chapel. The flame was blown about by the wind that leaked in through the crack in the door. The shadows of the two people flickered on the wall, like two withered vines intertwined.

The elderly priest sat in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

The young man stood by the window, lifting a corner of the curtain to look outside. It was pitch black outside, and there was nothing there.

"Still no," the young man said.

"No," the older man repeated. "It's been three days, and not a single pigeon from the outpost has come."

The young priest lowered the curtains, turned around, his expression half-lit and half-shadowed by the lamplight. "Could it be that that person has already taken another route into the kingdom?"

"No, there's only one road from the Forest of Monsters to the Kingdom of Seville. Unless she grows wings and flies over the cliff," the older man shook his head.

silence.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered again.

"They can't wait long up there." The young voice was low, as if afraid of being overheard. "Didn't you say last time that if there was no news from her, the diocese would send someone with the inspector, and then everything we did would be exposed?"

The older man's fingers stopped. "Burn the ledgers, get rid of the people who need to be dealt with, and don't let a word of it leak out."

The young priest pondered for a moment and nodded. After a long while, he spoke again: "I still don't understand, is an exiled princess really that important? Is it worth making such a fuss?"

Is she a divine child? A savior?

The older priest looked up at him. "Even if she's a savior... what kind of savior is she if she can't even save herself?"

The oil lamp flame suddenly shot up, as if it had heard something it shouldn't have heard, then quickly shrank back down, shrinking to the size of a bean.

The wind outside the window has picked up.

No pigeons flew in from the direction of the outpost.

......

(Li Weite is in jail)

(Levitt receives the backpack as a reward)

The next day, Bearskin returned and personally came to the tavern to invite Levitt to their lodgings.

It was noon when Levitt was awakened by the sound of bearskin knocking on the door. He realized that what he had experienced the day before had left him very tired.

Early in the morning, Tuncha and Langzui bought a lot of ingredients and drinks. Most of the ingredients were cooked food and semi-finished products, because no one was so idle as to want to spend time cooking.

They sat around in the living room on the first floor, and before dinner, Bearskin had already shared some of the spoils of their adventure with Levitt—

10 gold coins.

Worried that Levitt might suspect him of withholding money, Bearskin specially explained that the Adventurers' Association only recognizes 100 goblins. Levitt said he didn't care, but in his mind, he calculated that with the reward and subsidy, the total was indeed 50 gold coins, so it was reasonable for him to take 10.

Of course, Levitt didn't care about the special commission that Bearskin and his crew had to hunt down the special goblin, since he himself also had "side money" from Rotten Knife's side.

Furthermore, without Xiongpi and his group, Levitt would never have been able to eliminate the Burning Blood Clan.

Seeing that Levitt readily accepted the ten gold coins, Bearskin nodded and said, "Although the goblin tribe we wiped out this time was not the one we were hunting, they were indeed different from other goblin tribes."

"It seems the Big Bear Adventure Team has a long way to go." Levitt put the gold coins into his pocket and went downstairs with the bear skin. They could smell the aroma of food from the living room on the first floor from the second floor.

"If you could always be this lucky to find goblin lairs, our job would be much easier," Bearskin said as they walked.

Upon hearing this, Levitt thought to himself that if he said he had encountered a special group of goblins in a few days, Bearskin and his party would definitely become suspicious.

If you want to "ask" Xiongpi and the others again, you'll have to come up with a suitable reason.

However, judging from the current situation, eradicating other goblin tribes is not that urgent. After today, I should find an opportunity to meet up with Rotten Knife and the others.

Once Levitt and Bearskin came downstairs, the victory celebration began.

From the perspective of the Big Bear Adventure Team, this could be considered Levitt's first and last victory celebration as a temporary member.

Perhaps they had planned it beforehand, because the conversation and atmosphere at the dinner table were very conservative. No one mentioned the last adventure or the next operation; the discussion focused solely on the current hunt and extermination mission. Levitt had a pretty good experience for most of the meal.

Leaving the Forest of Monsters was quite different from when we were in the tavern; everyone had drunk some wine and let their guard down a bit.

Levitt also learned more about these people.

Bearskin was highly respected, but he would also laugh off everyone's sarcasm and jokes.

On the surface, Tuncha is a caring older sister, but in reality, it is mostly her teammates who take care of her. In addition, she is looking for a new relationship.

Wolf Mouth is a complete animal lover, but his favorite giant wolf, "Beauty," is particularly fond of the blond-haired Yuxin.

As for Youxin, he was a bit strange, because all three people present said he was gay, but according to Youxin:

"You can't slander me like this just because I'm not interested in women."

To be honest, Levitt felt that Youxin was, in a sense, wasting his handsome face and blond hair.

Bearskin's smile grew wider; Wolf's Mouth began to pull Youxin aside, asking her the secret to getting along with the giant wolf; Tuncha was reminiscing about his previous failed relationship; and Levitt's expression grew increasingly sad as he hiccuped.

After some time, Levitt realized that the table was a mess, with food and wine stains everywhere.

Everyone had disappeared. He rubbed his dizzy head and stood up, only to find Xiongpi kneeling in prayer by the window.

"Where are the others?" Levitt asked, but Bearskin didn't answer. He waved his hand, "Sorry to bother you, I forgot."

Levitt went to the toilet first, and when he returned to the living room and saw that no one was there, he felt bored, so he went out of the house and saw Tuncha sitting on the steps of the flower bed in the yard.

It was afternoon, the sunlight was gentle, and Tuncha looked at him with rosy cheeks, then smiled and waved.

Levitt walked over to sit down, but Tuncha pulled him up and said he wanted to go out for a walk.

They chatted as they walked along the streets of Zenda town. Tuncha said that her home was by the sea, in a very small fishing village. When the tide went out, she would take a wooden bucket to the beach to collect seashells.

Not the pretty little seashells that can be strung into bracelets, but large, sturdy, and fleshy ones.

After picking them up and washing them clean, her mother would boil them with seawater, and the three of them would eat around the stove.

Her father was a fisherman who was conscripted when she was seven and never returned.

Her mother held on for six months.

In fishing villages without men, women cannot raise their children.

They sold this and that, and in the end, they mortgaged the house to the village landlord.

Tuncha remembered the landlord's face and said to them with a smile, "No rush, pay back slowly," but his eyes were sizing her up.

That very night, her mother packed a bundle and took her away from the village.

They headed north.

I have no destination; I'll go wherever I can survive.

I've been hungry, sick, chased away, sheltered from the rain in a dilapidated house, and slept beside a grave.

Later they arrived in a town where her mother found work in a textile workshop.

The workshop provided room and board, and the wages were meager but enough to make ends meet. Tuncha also helped out in the workshop, doing odd jobs, running errands, and cleaning up loose threads.

The workshop owner's wife had a daughter who was two years older than Tuncha and could read.

Tuncha begged her to teach him, and used two months' worth of his wages to exchange for an old book and half a pen.

She learns very quickly.

It's abnormally fast.

When the proprietress's daughter taught her to recognize a hundred characters, she could already understand all the account books in the workshop.

The proprietress found it strange and handed her an old book that she had never seen before, asking if she recognized it.

Tuncha opened the book and read it word by word, slowly but correctly.

That book was a spellbook.

The proprietress was stunned for a long time, then sighed and said something.

I still remember Tuncha very clearly:

"Your father would be so happy if he were still alive."

Tuncha paused here.

She and Levitt had reached the edge of the town, where a field of reeds stretched out before them, undulating like the sea in the wind.

"And then?" Levitt asked.

"Later, the proprietress introduced me to a sorcerer." Tuncha smiled. "And then I became a sorcerer."

I made money and sent it back to my mother.

She bought the workshop; now she's the boss's wife.

Levitt: "About your father..."

Tuncha shook his head. "Gnolls rarely leave survivors."

The two stood by the reeds, neither speaking. The wind blew, carrying the scent of earth and grass, dispelling the smell of alcohol. Such an afternoon was peaceful.

"Why do you call yourself 'Tea Swallower'?" Levitt always smelled a faint fragrance of tea on the other person.

A smile appeared on her slightly tipsy face as she took out some dry tea leaves from the pocket of her mage robe and chewed them.

"Tch, so that's what it is. So swallowing tea is called swallowing tea?" Levitt laughed.

"What did you think it was?" Tun Cha chewed on a tea leaf, looked into the distance, and suddenly said, "Actually, sometimes, I want to swallow something special."

Levitt stared at her mouth and calmly asked, "Swallow what?"

Tun Cha's expression vanished, and he shoved Levitt into the reeds.

Behind them, a hooded halfling appeared.