This adventurer is overly righteous.

What does "other people" mean?

Are there other people who have been captured by goblins?

Kroya was somewhat incredulous, so he asked the villagers to tell him the truth. Two of them came out, one carrying Maggie on his back, and the other leading Kroya into the village to explain what had happened.

Even as dusk settled, Kroya could still see the traces left by the goblin invasion by the firelight.

"Did those goblins kill these?"

Kroya pointed to a spot where there were ruins of a house, which looked as if it had been forcefully pushed down by some huge creature. One wall had collapsed inward, stones were scattered everywhere, broken beams leaned against the ground, and there were fragments and debris everywhere.

Kroya smelled a faint scent of blood coming from there and went closer to investigate.

"Yes, it was all done by those goblins. I wasn't there at the time, but I heard them say that one of them was particularly huge, as tall as a house, and there were several others that were also very tall, but that one was the tallest..."

Blackened bloodstains covered the ground, spreading like a bursting water balloon. A strong, pungent odor assaulted Kroya's nostrils as he approached. Flies swarmed in the air, and fragments of human tissue lay scattered on the ground, making it impossible to discern which part of the body they came from. Kroya took a deep breath; his heart was pounding faster than ever before.

A person's body was smashed.

Based on the clues at the scene, Kroya could imagine the initial scene: a huge goblin overturned the house and smashed the person inside to pieces with a club, turning the person's body into a bloody mess that flew everywhere...

Nausea.

Kroya shook his head, trying to stop himself from thinking about such a scene. He felt a churning in his stomach, and if he hadn't consciously restrained himself, he probably would have vomited.

May your soul rest in peace.

Kroya cast a purification spell while silently reciting a eulogy for the deceased. As a novice priest, this was all he could do for the dead.

"The bodies have all been prepared, but we haven't been able to hire a priest yet, so we can't bury them..."

The person carrying Maggie had already gone far away; he needed to get Maggie to meet her family as soon as possible. The other person stayed by Croya's side, telling Croya everything he knew.

"Let me go take a look." Kroya sighed slightly. It was already night, and the darkness made it impossible to track down the goblins. "I used to be a trainee priest, and I think I can help."

"Really? That much money..."

Generally, priests charge for performing purification rituals on the deceased, as they worry that the families of the deceased might not be able to afford it.

"No money is needed."

Although Croya had a small goal of earning money to buy a good weapon, he didn't have that thought right now. He was unhappy because someone had died, and although he had never met that person, he felt depressed.

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"That's wonderful! You're as great as a hero, a white hero..."

Kroya was led to a large hall containing objects wrapped in mats and white cloth, some of which were clearly human figures. Others were sitting in the corners, and they abruptly stood up when Kroya entered.

"You're the adventurer tasked with clearing out the goblins!"

Kroya's white skin left a very deep impression on the coachman, so much so that he could recognize Kroya at a glance now.

He probably came here to hide from those goblins too...

Just like him.

As a coachman, he usually bought things from nearby towns that weren't available in these small villages and then resold them in various villages. After parting ways with Kroya, he came to this village, but soon after arriving, those terrible goblins rushed into the village and wreaked havoc.

The coachman had heard of such things before, but he never thought he would actually encounter them himself. He was so scared that he found a place to hide. By the time the goblins left, it was already late. Fearing that he would encounter the goblins again while traveling at night, he decided to stay in the village for the night and leave as soon as possible the next day.

"I never expected to run into you here."

Was it a coincidence? But Kroya simply responded with a single sentence before beginning to fulfill his duties as a priest, reciting eulogies for the deceased.

"He's actually a pastor?"

The coachman was surprised that a priest would become an adventurer and take on a goblin-hunting mission.

"Not only that, he's also a very skilled adventurer!"

The man who had been leading Kroya along said with no small amount of admiration.

"He killed the goblins and rescued Maggie."

What!

The coachman looked at Kroya again. Yes, that guy was exactly the same as the one he had charged eight copper coins for a ride with. His demeanor was completely different from any adventurer he had ever met, which made him associate the guy with a "powerful adventurer".

The other party should be either a novice just starting out or one of those pampered young masters!

How could someone like that possibly kill those vicious goblins? He had seen firsthand how ruthless they were.

How could that be...?

But the villager had no reason to deceive me; what he said must have been true.

Then an idea came to the coachman's mind. After witnessing the atrocities committed by the goblins, he was terrified. Even walking on the most familiar road could not give him a sense of security. He needed someone to protect him.

The best candidate was Kroya, who had killed the goblin in the villagers' mouths.

Although his relationship with the other party wasn't good, and he had even cheated the other party out of a few copper coins at the beginning, the coachman didn't think it was a problem and he could pay for it.

Money can solve many problems, especially for things that require adventurers.

So he found his opportunity to speak, right after Kroya had finished casting the purification spell on each of the corpses.

"I want to hire you to take me back. How about one silver coin? I can offer one silver coin."

The coachman spoke to Croya in a somewhat humble tone, explaining that the situation was different now. He was now asking Croya for help, and he was willing to pay much more than Croya. If Croya wanted to make a profit like he had before, there was nothing he could do.

"I want to leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning..."

"no."

"Hmm..." The worst happened. The guy wasn't as kind as he seemed. His attitude of demanding a higher price made the driver feel bitter. "I can add a little money, but I don't have much on me. If you can escort me back to Whitestone Town..."

"No, you don't have to do that." Kroya bowed his head towards the silent corpses. "I will take you back."

"But that will have to wait until after we kill those goblins."

Your determination to avenge the victims is a commendable quality.

[Slightly increases magic resistance]