Starting with the goblin extermination

"Mr. Kruger is on sick leave today." The half-elf salesman cleared his throat, suppressing a laugh. "Ahem... You'll have to ask him yourself tomorrow."

Then a heavy money bag was pushed out. Seeing this, Logan didn't bother to ask any further questions. Whether the goblin was truly sick or had been beaten up in a sack, it had nothing to do with him.

Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Logan weighed the money bag in his hand.

Although this was a raid involving a medium-sized camp and a small camp, the total number of goblins was actually less than that of the medium-sized camp last time. It seems that the medium-sized goblin camp last time was close to the size of a large camp.

However, there were four goblins this time, and he and Elsa each got two, so the bounty for their capture was quite substantial. Logan received a total of 8.4 gold coins for the capture, and Elsa received 7 gold coins.

Including the goblin heads and other odds and ends scavenged from the camp, each person should be able to get about 6 more gold coins.

One person earns around 14 gold coins, which is a pretty good return.

Of course, for Logan, the most important thing is to improve his proficiency.

A few lines of text that only he could see flashed before his eyes.

【Skill】

Thrust LV3 (85/100)

Wolf Attack LV1 (66/100)

Parry LV1 (50/100)

The proficiency level of [Thrust] has reached 85, and it's just one step away from breaking through to mastery.

Once you reach mastery, you'll know whether you're qualified for the job. The thought of the unknown world of a professional filled Logan with a surge of excitement.

The two left the guild and headed straight for the [Sleeping Dragon Tavern], as they had arranged to meet Thorin at the tavern.

......

As soon as the two pushed open the tavern door, they were surrounded by deafening noise inside.

The strong smell of alcohol and sourness are mixed together.

In the center of the hall, a large group of adventurers were excitedly gathered in a circle, whistling and shouting. The two spotted Thorin immediately. Papa and Baron also squeezed onto the outer edge of the crowd to watch the spectacle.

Thorin grabbed Logan and pulled him over, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"You've come at the perfect time! The show is just beginning! If Boss Vante hadn't been out on business, we wouldn't be seeing such a great show today."

Logan looked toward the center.

The commotion was centered on a man and a woman.

It was more like a female leopard than a human woman.

She was almost as tall as Logan, and through her clothes, you could vaguely see the well-defined muscles on her arms. Several scars were even visible on the side of her wheat-colored neck.

She had freckles on her face and neat, short, black hair that reached her ears. She was very dashing and had a wild and untamed air about her.

If it weren't for the lack of an Adam's apple and the undeniably firm curves of his chest and hips, Logan would almost have thought he was a handsome man.

At that moment, she was shielding a trembling tavern waitress behind her, pointing at a clearly drunk orc across the street and cursing him.

"You androgynous freak! What are you pretending to be, playing the hero?!"

The orc, spitting foul odors, cursed angrily, his face flushed red.

"With your disgusting appearance, even if you stripped naked and spread your buttocks, no man would want to give you a second glance!"

"And what about you, you green-skinned idiot?"

The woman scoffed, glancing contemptuously at the orc's lower body.

"You big-headed, brainless piece of trash, not only is your brain only the size of a walnut, but I bet your thing down there is also only that small, right?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand and gestured a very short gap with her index finger and thumb, which drew a burst of laughter from the adventurers watching the spectacle.

"who is she?"

"Elise".

Thorin exhaled a smoke ring and lowered his voice to introduce the situation to Logan.

"This girl is a notorious tough character in the guild, nicknamed 'Steel Fist.' She's beaten so many men that they've ended up in clinics on two hands."

The old dwarf paused, his tone tinged with admiration.

"The most interesting thing is that she never uses weapons."

No weapons?

Logan was slightly surprised. Could he be an adventurer pursuing the [Monk] profession?

Among the basic professions, only the Monk is capable of hand-to-hand combat and unleashing deadly techniques without using weapons.

While techniques like "Hard Body" can indeed make the body as tough as iron, they still lack lethality. Generally speaking, only by mastering the unique power-generating techniques of the "Monk" class can one possess a certain degree of intimidation in unarmed combat.

Even so, compared to swords and blades, which have a longer attack range and are more lethal, fists still have too little room for error.

The saying "an inch longer, an inch stronger" still holds some truth.

However, this also proves the strength of the woman in front of him.

"As for that orc on the other side, his name is Haug. He's about as experienced as me, a real veteran."

"He's quite skilled, but he likes to get drunk and cause trouble, bully newcomers, and is a bit of a lecher."

At this moment, Haug, the orc who had been hit where it hurt, was clearly enraged.

Whether it was because the truth had been revealed and his pride had been hurt, or because he couldn't stand the commotion around him, he suddenly threw a heavy punch at Ellis's face.

Ellis didn't even flinch; her left arm steadily blocked the powerful punch.

Haug, defiant and fueled by alcohol, roared as he tried to throw a second punch. But Ellis was faster; she grabbed the orc's thick wrist with her backhand and thrust her leg forward with tremendous force.

boom.

Ellis kicked the orc in the stomach!

Haug's massive body was kicked away like a tattered sack, crashing into a table with a loud bang.

Sawdust and leftover food and wine splattered all over him, leaving Haug in a terrible state.

The adventurers watching the spectacle cheered loudly. They seemed unconcerned about who won or lost; after all, victory belonged to Iris, but the audience reveled in the joy.

"Well done, Ellis!"

"He got kicked away like a dog, hahaha!"

"Haug, you can't even beat a woman, you're a disgrace to us men!"

Haug's face instantly turned purplish-red.

"What the hell are you yelling about?!"

He struggled to his feet, anger and shame instantly extinguishing his reason.

He drew the dagger from his waist.

"I'll fucking kill you!!"

The orc, like a mad beast, charged forward again, brandishing a dagger.

The nature of the fight has changed; it's no longer a simple brawl.

Ellis lowered her center of gravity slightly, looked at Hauge with disdain, and raised her fists in front of her chest as if to meet a counterattack.

However, someone didn't give her a chance to throw a punch.

A giant hand covered in dragon scales suddenly emerged from the shadows.

That hand gripped Hauge's large face tightly, and then a terrifying force pressed down, actually forcing the orc's massive body to fly backward and slam it hard into a chair!

Haug slammed the back of his head against the chair, his eyes rolling back in pain, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Do you want to die?!"

A deep voice boomed through the tavern.

The dragonborn boss, Vante, has returned sometime ago.

How dare they cause trouble in a tavern and even pull out a knife? They're asking for it!

"Boss Vante... I..." Haug was held down tightly, and he tried to beg for mercy with incoherent words.

Vanter took a deep breath, not wanting to hear Haug's explanation, his thick left arm veins bulging.

He planned to throw this reckless orc out and beat him up.

Just then.

"Hey, Mr. Vante, don't get so angry."

A wrinkled hand gently rested on Vant's thick arm.

"I have a small suggestion."