Starting with the goblin extermination

Logan pushed open the wooden door of the [Bird in the Woods] herbal shop again.

The clear sound of wind chimes rang out.

He didn't actually know why he had come here again.

Forget it.

At least let Adele know that she is still alive.

While he's at it, he should also ask Adele to take a look at the scroll he found in the mine. Things have been so busy lately that Logan has almost forgotten about it.

And since we're already here, we might as well buy two more bottles of [Basic Healing Potion] to have on hand, since neither I nor Elsa have any left.

......

Adele was leaning lazily against the counter, holding a thick book in her hands, looking somewhat absent-minded.

She had faint dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept well last night.

Hearing the sound of wind chimes, she looked up.

The moment he saw who it was, his narrow, dark gold eyes lit up.

She jogged out and hugged Logan tightly.

She buried her face in Logan's neck, her nose twitching as she inhaled his scent deeply.

"Hmm...you smell a bit sweaty." Adele hugged Logan tightly, lightly touching her lips to his earlobe. "Looks like you're still alive, little guy."

stiff.

Logan's body instantly stiffened like a sheet of iron, his blood boiling with instinct.

Damn.

In front of this woman, my fragile rationality is always so easily swayed.

"How's your pretty little wildcat doing?" Adele took a half step back, her fingertips lightly tracing Logan's chest.

"I was slightly injured, but I survived and am doing well now."

Logan tried to remain calm.

To quickly change the subject, Logan reached into his bag and pulled out the scroll he had found in the abandoned mine.

"I happen to need to talk to you about something. This is a scroll I got from a human-faced rat mage. You're a spellcaster, see if you can decipher what's on it."

Adele took the reel and casually pulled it open. Her nonchalant expression instantly turned serious after she saw the contents of the reel.

Her fingertips traced several runes in the air, and the surface of the scroll immediately shimmered with a repulsive glow.

"Interesting, the scroll is sealed by magic." Adele narrowed her eyes. "The human-faced rat actually has this kind of magical talent. The one you found might have been a level two mage in its previous life."

She looked up, her eyes fixed intently on Logan.

"I can help you break its seal, in exchange for the contents of the scroll which I can study, is that alright?"

"make a deal."

Logan readily agreed. He didn't have much use for it for the time being, and he was also curious about what was on the scroll.

After all, a terrifying, enormous monster was lurking beneath the corpse of the human-faced rat, so this scroll must be quite extraordinary.

Adele put the reel away and her gaze fell on the blond man again.

"Since your little wildcat is badly injured and needs to rest in bed..." Adele stepped forward, her voluptuous body looming closer again. "So, now you're all alone, aren't you?"

Logan didn't know what Adele meant, but he nodded nonetheless.

He sensed that the woman opposite him had suddenly become very dangerous.

"I don't have that much time to be by your side every day like that little wildcat, rolling around with you in the forest..."

Adele's voice suddenly became hoarse.

pat.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the herbal medicine shop was slammed shut by an invisible little hand, and the latch was pulled down.

"But I can get there first."

She grabbed Logan by the collar and slammed him against the wall behind him.

The wind chimes made a crisp sound.

Before Logan could react, a dark red tiphilin tail, like a python, emerged from under her skirt and tightly wrapped around Logan's wrists, lifting his arms high and slamming them against the wall above his head.

No!

Logan's eyes widened suddenly, his muscles instinctively wanting to break free, but he forcibly suppressed the urge to retaliate, afraid of hurting the woman in front of him.

However, even if he wanted to break free, he couldn't move.

[Human Freezing Technique]

The chanting had ended, and Logan's eyes widened.

He was stunned for a moment.

Adele's red lips pressed down hard.

This was completely inconsistent with her usual composed and mature demeanor.

It's very raw and unfamiliar.

Their teeth clashed, a painful sound escaping their lips, a faint metallic taste of blood spreading between them. Logan felt as if all his breath had been taken away; he was suffocating.

Ok?

Um......

The time frame has been extended.

The immobilization spell had long since worn off, but Logan gave up resisting.

He pressed his forehead against Adele's, taking the initiative amidst Adele's puzzled gaze.

She was surprised and overwhelmed with shyness.

......

Logan's wrist was finally loosened by the scalding tail. His scalp tingled, and he felt like his brain was a complete mess.

Adele leaned against the counter, her dark golden eyes shimmering with a hint of triumphant cunning.

"Remember to complete my request... there will be an even bigger bonus."

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, wondering whose it was.

"And also, I took advantage of you. Don't get me wrong, little guy." Adele extended her long, slender index finger and poked Logan hard in the chest. "I don't need you to take any responsibility, but you better remember this..."

She tiptoed and breathed sweetly into Logan's ear.

"I'm the first one."

......

Logan walked unsteadily out of the herbal medicine shop.

I lost 10 gold coins but gained two bottles of [Basic Healing Potion].

His lips were sore and numb, and even a little swollen. He wiped his mouth haphazardly with the back of his hand, leaving behind glistening traces that were indistinguishable from whose.

How could this Tiflin woman be so bold and direct?

Logan savored the sensation from earlier, feeling like he'd been taken advantage of.

Damn.

After standing in the cold wind for a while, Logan managed to suppress the burning heat in his heart.

He frowned and walked towards the Giant Hammer Blacksmith Shop.

Last night's life-or-death battle saw his ring armor shield him from several deadly arrows, but it also caused him injury.

It needs to be fixed, otherwise I'll never feel at ease.

He didn't want to go to the battlefield dressed in rags anymore.

Pushing open the door, a wave of heat hits you.

Blacksmith Dalark, shirtless, was wielding a forging hammer beside his anvil, sparks flying everywhere.

Meanwhile, his son Barron was comfortably reclining in the same deckchair that Dalak usually used, engrossed in reading a magazine.

Well, the tastes of this dwarf father and son are remarkably similar.

"Hey! Brother Logan!" Barron saw Logan, immediately stuffed the porn magazine under his butt, and greeted him enthusiastically.

Dalark stopped hammering, wiped his sweat with a towel, and came out.

"What are you doing here again? Didn't you just take the sword away the day before yesterday?" Dalark's gaze instantly fell on the ring armor Logan was holding. "Wow, how did you get injured like this?"

Baron interrupted excitedly.

"Brother Logan had a really big mission yesterday! Uncle said—"

"Go away, shut up. Go and turn on the bellows for me." Dalark interrupted his son's incessant chatter without any politeness, his face somewhat serious.

He had seen countless adventurers, and with just one glance, he could tell that the cracks in the ring armor were not something a few goblins could have made.

Combat skill: Powerful bow.

This kid has once again narrowly escaped death.

Seeing Barron staring at Logan with eyes full of adoration, Dallack sighed with mixed feelings and quickly sent his son to work in the back room.

"Give it to me."

Logan handed over the ring armor.

Dallak stroked the broken iron ring, his voice low.

"I have high hopes for you, Logan. You've got talent."

The old dwarf didn't look at Logan; he just stared at the armor in his hand.

"But as a father... I'm afraid Barron will end up like you. Always covered in injuries, risking his life, and who knows when he'll rot in the forest."

"Sorry," he chuckled self-deprecatingly, "am I contradicting myself?"

Logan remained silent.

He looked at the flickering firelight, unsure how to answer his old father.

He was also reflecting on his current life.

In his previous life, he was a modern man who struggled daily to survive but remained undisturbed. Now, however, he bleeds every day, teetering madly on the edge of life and death.

Perhaps, his father didn't want to be involved in this precarious life, which is why he initially refused to teach him swordsmanship and combat skills.

Later, although she couldn't resist his persistent pestering when she was young, she was still extremely unwilling.

But the father was wrong.

He doesn't dislike his current life.

If Logan were given the choice again, he would seem to enjoy the thrill of controlling his own life and death more than the numbness of his previous life where everything was predictable.

Perhaps I have completely become part of this crazy and dangerous fantasy world.

"It won't take long to fix this thing," Dalark said, not giving Logan any more time to think. "Two gold coins, it'll be done in no time."

Amid the subsequent clanging of hammers and Baron's casual chatter as he ran around, the Ring Armor was quickly transformed.

Logan donned his ring armor, left two gold coins behind, and prepared to depart.

"Brother Logan!" Baron shouted from behind, "Remember to meet in the guild hall tomorrow morning! Uncle Thorin said we're going to twist all the goblin heads off together tomorrow!"

Dallak slapped Barron hard on the back of the head.

Logan didn't turn around; he simply raised his hand and waved it casually.

"understood."