This adventurer is overly righteous.

Kroya had been gone for a day and a night, and the coachman and villagers far away in the village were unaware of what had happened in the goblin's lair. They were still filled with fear of the goblins, who could return at any moment.

The road he had traveled many times in the past was no longer safe, and after much deliberation, the coachman decided to wait in the village for the adventurers to arrive and wipe out the goblins completely.

"I wish that kid hadn't left."

It's unclear why Kroya left without saying goodbye. Perhaps he went alone to fight those terrifying goblins, but it's more likely that he retreated alone. But either way, it makes no difference to an ordinary coachman like him.

Without the protection of a powerful adventurer, he would never dare to travel alone now. He could handle ordinary goblins on his own, but the problem lay with those terrifying giants.

"Perhaps Mr. Kroya has already cleared out all those goblins."

The coachman stayed in the village, and as a young and strong man, he was naturally taken in as a qualified laborer to repair the things destroyed by the goblins. This was the condition on which the villagers tolerated this stranger living in the village.

He is currently repairing a house that was destroyed by goblins with a villager who seems to admire Kroya so much that he thinks about things in an extremely perfect way.

Indeed, Kroya left without saying goodbye, found the goblin's lair, and wiped them all out with his sword. The entire area was restored to peace and tranquility, and he was able to return safely to Whitestone Town...

However, this is somewhat unrealistic.

After all, there were goblins among them who were strong enough to knock down this house.

As a resident of Whitestone Town, the coachman believed he had a certain understanding of the adventurer profession and was quite clear about the levels of adventurers at different ranks.

Even elite adventurers couldn't do this alone. He was so certain that he believed that if Kroya really challenged the entire goblin camp alone, he would most likely be killed by the goblins.

"I still hope he returns to Whitestone Town, reports the situation to the Adventurers' Guild, and lets those powerful elite adventurers handle the matter."

The driver sighed, then hugged a large rock to his chest and stacked it aside.

"Then your hopes are dashed." The villager repeated the coachman's gesture. "We've found Mr. Croa's trail; he's tracking those goblins."

After daybreak, some villagers were organized to search for traces left by the goblins the day before, trying to find their lair. However, they found clear human footprints in the places where the goblins had passed.

Those footprints could only have come from Kroya, which means that Kroya had already taken the lead in tracking down those goblins.

"This is not good news," the driver sighed again, drawing the villagers' discontent. "That guy might be in grave danger now."

Just because I'm unhappy...

The coachman still remembered what Croa had said that day. The man was dissatisfied with what the goblins had done, so he set off to hunt them down. He set off early in the morning to do so, but he didn't return all day. The outcome probably wasn't good.

Thinking of this, the driver hesitated slightly.

Okay, although it seems like the other party brought this on themselves, we should respect their fate. After all, it's none of our business, and Kroya's fate has little to do with him.

"Because I'm unhappy..."

  

The driver muttered to himself, finding it amusing, but also feeling a strange sense of melancholy that he couldn't quite explain.

"But I also hope he can bring back some good news for us."

"I wish him good luck..."

The driver said this to the somewhat dissatisfied villagers, which restored their composure.

"Oh, I heard that."

A familiar voice came from behind the driver, who froze, nearly dropping the stone he was holding.

The coachman turned around, and a face stained with a little goblin blood appeared before him. It looked quite tired, but he still managed a smile.

"Thank you for your blessing, let's go."

Kroya stood there, his clothes almost ruined by the blood splattered from the goblin's wounds. They were covered in dried bloodstains and had a slightly foul smell, but he didn't look disheveled; instead, he had a unique charm.

"Mr. Kroya, have you cleared all those goblins out?!"

The villager was quite excited by the appearance of Croya, believing that Croya's safe return would surely bring them good news.

"Everyone I saw has been killed."

Kroya sounded somewhat tired when he spoke.

Then he took out the bag that he had been carrying on his back without anyone noticing; it was bulging with contents.

There were two bags in total. Kroya untied one of them, revealing a large number of goblin left ears to the two of them. At the same time, the stench of goblin blood from the bag burst out, making them cover their noses.

"How many are there in here...?"

There were too many. The coachman had never seen so many goblin ears appear at the same time in his life. This meant that Kroya must have had a terrible battle with those goblins yesterday.

The winner was Croa.

"Don't let your guard down; the goblins might come back."

Kroya did not find any trace of the other abducted women, but from this, it can be inferred that there must be a fairly large goblin lair nearby.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find anyone else."

Kroya lowered his head and said, his tone helpless and self-reproachful. The other person felt indignant because of this, but he also knew that he could not blame Kroya for not doing his best. He then promised to tell everyone what Kroya had said.

"Alright, let's go. Weren't you in a hurry?"

Croya then spoke to the coachman, who, as if waking from a dream, packed his things, harnessed the ox, and had it pull the wooden cart along the path. Croya sat in the back of the cart, supporting himself with his sword and closing his eyes.

He was exhausted. He hadn't stopped for almost the entire day. Killing those goblins had been dangerous but not easy. At least for now, all Kroya wanted to do was get a good night's sleep. With the goddess's protection, any malice that approached would wake him from his slumber, so he didn't have to worry about his safety.

It's not over yet. It won't be over until the goblin's lair is completely wiped out. Kroya believes that those goblins must be eradicated completely to avenge their grievances.

He just needed to rest first, return to Whitestone Town, wash up, have a hearty meal to replenish his energy, and then do this again after he was ready...

"I hate goblins."

Kroya said in a voice only he could hear that he still felt a knot in his chest that he couldn't shake off, and that he was still unhappy.

The ox reared up and strode forward, the axle creaking. The driver carefully steered the cart, and after confirming that the road ahead was straight and free of mud, he turned to look at Croa.

"The white-clad hero..."

That's what the villagers called him. In their mouths, "hero" is a very broad term; any powerful person can be called a hero.

Who could know?

The coachman murmured. He didn't understand Croya's thoughts, nor did he understand the hero's thoughts, but he did have an intuition that made him connect the two words together.