Can a Frankenstein's monster be an adventurer?

Chapter 106 Dandelion Messenger

When Luo Lan and his group returned to the outskirts of Gray Rock Village along the gravel path, the enormous silver moon had already risen into the sky.

As dusk fell, the villagers who had gathered to watch the commotion during the day had all dispersed after piling up the scattered goods into several small mounds in the open space at the village entrance.

The wooden village fence, which had been smashed to pieces by the goblin rune steam wagon, has now been rebuilt.

The broken, thick wooden stakes were wrapped with rings of fresh, emerald-green vines, which acted like strong bandages, binding the broken wood back together.

There was a fresh, slightly astringent smell in the air, similar to the scent of crushed pine needles, a trace left by the Druid's magic that rapidly spurred plant growth.

On the wooden watchtower several stories high at the entrance of the village, a few torches fluttered in the evening breeze.

The half-elf Vilad leaned out, his gaze fixed intently on Roland and his companions as they emerged from the night. This village guard, who always carried a hint of nonchalance and alcoholism, was now peeking out from the darkness.

Villard yelled at the top of his lungs, "What? Are there really goblins?"

He shouted as he waved his staff.

The newly built fence, tightly bound by vines, immediately emitted several rustling sounds as the vines retreated rapidly like snakes, the fence shrinking to the ground, leaving a small entrance to the village.

When Ollie, who was walking ahead, heard Villard's question, his energy, which had been slightly subdued due to the journey, immediately surged back up.

"It really is there! More than thirty goblins, and one of them can turn into a giant monster! Uncle Willard, you didn't see it—Uncle Roland was so cool cutting down those goblins, swish swish swish—ouch!"

Before the boy could finish expressing his excitement, he received a solid slap on the back of the head.

Rom walked behind, leaning on his iron sword. He had casually grabbed the bottom of the hilt and tapped his arrogant apprentice on the head.

The veteran's sunken eyes held no trace of victory's joy. He snapped irritably, "Alright, kid. Finding so many goblins isn't anything to get excited about."

Oli clutched his head, his excited expression immediately deflated, and he muttered aggrieved words under his breath. But seeing his master's long face, he wisely shut his mouth and silently retreated to Luo Lan's side.

When Villard on the lookout tower heard the words "more than thirty goblins" and "big monster," his expression changed noticeably in the torchlight.

The half-elf, who always seemed a little tipsy, didn't hesitate at all and leaped down the steep wooden stairs of the lookout tower.

Villard ran up to the group in a few steps, and the closer he got to Roland and Rom's armor stained with green blood, the uglier Villard's expression became.

His two slightly pointed half-elf ears twitched slightly. His keen sense of smell, honed by his druidic training, made him sniff the air several times.

"Why does the blood of these goblins smell of chaos?"

Villard turned to look at Rom, his usual nonchalant tone completely gone.

Rom placed his large hand on the hilt of his sword: "That's what I'm worried about too. Those goblins are clearly not right—"

The veteran frowned, relying on the intuition of an adventurer who had made a living for many years. He knew that even if Torrolan had won fairly easily just now, once something was tainted by chaotic distortion, it would definitely not be a problem that could be solved by simply hacking away a few more times.

Villard slammed his staff down on the solid dirt road, his tone urgent: "Should I send a letter to the Emerald Council? It concerns a possible Chaos Monster calamity; perhaps they'll send a Purifier squad to investigate."

As Villard spoke, his other hand was already reaching for the small cloth pouch at his waist, intending to pull something out.

"Although I've been gone for a long time, I still know a few new apprentices who are in charge of field operations there."

Rom nodded: "Give it a try. Hopefully your old connections as a drunken half-elf will still work—but our little village isn't within the Emerald Council's territory after all. It's better to rely on yourself than on others; prepare for the worst."

The old soldier's gaze fell upon the low, simple stone houses in Gray Rock Village.

The faint light emanating from those houses represents the vitality of "people," but it also seems particularly fragile under the cover of night in the wilderness.

Emily, who had been following beside him, was slowly spinning in mid-air when she heard Rom and Villard's serious conversation.

The little fairy's red and blue wings on its back slowly stopped flapping, and its petite body landed on a slightly higher wooden fence post next to it.

Emily's large eyes dimmed slightly, her expression showing obvious hesitation. Her voice was soft, completely lacking the liveliness she displayed during the day: "Th-those goblins, are they really a threat to the village?"

Rom turned to look at the little goblin, his tone softening slightly, but his worry remained undiminished: "Yes. If we can't find and destroy the goblin's lair, the worst-case scenario is that the villagers will have to abandon this little village where they've lived for so many years and find another place to settle down—"

Receiving a terrible reply, the little fairy's wings drooped down, like two frost-bitten leaves.

Emily looked up at the dim yellow light shining through the cracks in the stone houses of Grayrock Village, and muttered softly, "How could this be—I just calmed down the Earth Spirit, and everyone in Grayrock Village is so welcoming—"

Then, he suddenly stood up straight and flew directly in front of Rom.

"With the help of the Emerald Council's Purifier team, can we really deal with those bald, green-skinned ugly monsters?"

Rom sighed softly and shook his head: "That's not necessarily true—you never know whether an accident or reinforcements will arrive first. But having more hope always makes things a little better than they are now."

After hearing this, Emily stomped her feet twice in mid-air and shook her little head vigorously.

As if she had made a huge decision, she took a deep breath of the cool evening breeze and uttered a crisp voice: "Ugh—whatever! The Purifier Squad, right? Emily will call for them, they'll definitely come!"

Willard stopped rummaging through his fanny pack and looked at the tiny creature in front of him, who was only twenty or thirty centimeters tall, with some surprise.

Emily didn't say anything more.

She hovered in mid-air, tightly clasping her two soft, white hands together.

A burst of white light, like fireflies, began to emerge from between her hands.

The fresh scent of plants in the air at the village entrance becomes extremely strong when it's foggy.

Emily slowly opened her palms, and a white dandelion seed emitting a faint, ethereal glow appeared above her palms.

This dandelion seed is almost transparent, with a lightness that seems otherworldly.

Emily carefully held the dandelion seed to her lips.

The little fairy closed her eyes, her little mouth opening and closing rapidly, speaking softly in some indistinguishable language to the dim light.

That hidden tone did not belong to this era; it originated from an ancient frequency created by the World Tree.

Then, the little fairy suddenly opened her heterochromatic eyes, raised her hands high, and forcefully threw the illusory seed diagonally upwards into the sky.

The white dandelion seeds, detached from my fingertips, move on their own without any wind, defying all logic as they fly higher and higher.

This illusory seed transformed into a faint glow in the night sky, drifting straight towards the endless forest where the Emerald Council was located.

With [True Sight] activated, Luo Lan understood the true nature of this illusory dandelion.

Skill [Dandelion Messenger Iv.2].

A unique means of communication belonging to the fairy race.

Located within Akquad, no matter how far away, as long as the Dandelion Messenger is not intercepted, it can deliver information to the World Tree.

Ollie's eyes widened, his neck craned upwards, staring at the ever-receding white dot of light, and he murmured in amazement, "Wow—is this fairy magic?"

Seeing Emily unleash this fairy magic, the half-elf druid Villard's eyes flashed with a complex surprise.

Then, the half-elf druid shook his head as if he had breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand off the material pouch at his waist.

Staring at the direction where the dandelion light disappeared, his voice was lower than before, carrying an unprecedented seriousness: "Thank you, young lady. Your help is much more effective than sending several letters."

Rom glanced gratefully at Emily. Judging from her earlier hesitation, Rom guessed that Emily might have paid a price for sending the message. So he bowed solemnly and cleared his throat: "Thank you, little Emily—I've only ever heard of fairy messenger magic in bard stories. If we can really get the Purifier team here, then our poor, remote village will really benefit from your help, little girl."

Emily looked at Rom and Willard, who were so grateful and solemn, and waved her little hands repeatedly in mid-air, making her wings flutter. "No, no, no, you're too kind. The letter has been sent, but dandelions fly quite slowly—it might take about ten days before anyone comes."

About ten days.

Rom silently memorized this somewhat inaccurate time in his mind.

The old soldier's tense face, etched with deep sorrow, relaxed slightly.

Although the reinforcements arrived a bit late, there was still a glimmer of hope, which was better than nothing.

Moreover, if we can take down the goblin nest that might exist in the western mine tomorrow, we might not even need the ten-day buffer period.

But what if they can't wipe them out, or what if the goblins gather together and go berserk within ten days, launching an attack on Grayrock Village—Rom rubbed his knees, suppressing the latter part of his thought, not daring to think about it any further.