This adventurer is overly righteous.

"Unfortunate adventurer," the goblin's tone turned sympathetic, but judging from his eyes, there was also a hint of sarcasm. "You shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess; this isn't your job."

After Logan introduced himself, Kroya also briefly introduced himself.

"How much do you know about this place?" Croa assumed the other person had been locked up here for too long, causing some mental problems and a bad temper, which he could understand. "Perhaps I can take you out."

This goblin, being able to become a spy for the Adventurers' Guild, must have a lot of influence within the guild.

"There's only one thing I know about this place," the goblin said, holding up a finger. "Unless you're a mage, you can't escape."

The goblin seemed quite interested in the tragic fate that Kroya would experience in the future, describing it in great detail. Of course, this could also be based on his own experience, as he had already given up hope of escaping this place.

"You should be glad that Adrian doesn't use magic for detection. His methods of searching for things are similar to ours, using his nose and his eyes, except he has many eyes, including the eyes of those bats."

"But you'll also despair in the future because that guy can't easily drag you out." The goblin seemed to be recalling something, then continued, "You're trapped here, and all the passages to the outside world have been sealed off by Adrian, except for the underground river they use to transport food, which is the only one that leads to the outside world without being blocked."

"But the water there is colder than I estimated, even more so than when I first arrived. If you try to escape downstream, you'll either drown or freeze to death."

"So you have to stay here and endure the stench of goblins; my nose has been completely suffocated by it."

  

"Soon, the food you carry with you will run out, unless you're willing to eat the goblin's leftover swill, but I think eating that will only make you die faster."

"And your powder, that powder that can mask your scent and fool goblin noses, it will run out soon too..."

Staying here any longer is practically the same as being slowly sliced ​​to death; according to the goblins, it would be better to just kill yourself quickly.

"I'll try to get you out of here." Kroya stood up, no longer listening to the goblin's description of his ordeal. He had probably been locked up for too long, and the guy was so eager to communicate that he was rambling on and on.

"I hope you can hold out a little longer." The goblin simply shook his head, not holding out much hope for Kroya's promise to "try to get you out of here." "Of course, if you're feeling compassionate, you can chat with me before you get caught. Staying here is too boring..."

He didn't believe Croya could escape; the confidence he displayed during his earlier conversation with Adrian was merely a way to find an opportunity to mock him—that was all he could do.

Kroya left to search for the underground river the goblin had mentioned, the one the vampire used to supply food to the goblins, while also assessing how long his supplies would last.

"If we eat sparingly, the food can last for seven days."

Due to the limitations of food storage technology in this era, adventurers generally do not carry too much food before setting off, and usually seek opportunities to replenish their supplies along the way.

"Thank you, Roslett." Kroya then checked the amount of powder stored, which was more than he had expected.

He remembered that he had only asked for a fifteen-day supply, but the powder in the bag was enough for Croya to use for twenty days. Roslet's generosity had helped Croya a lot, and he would always remember this kindness.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

Kroya faintly heard the sound of water, the water swirling and surging downwards, crashing against the rock walls and boulders in the water, stirring up countless white splashes. Kroya followed the sound of the water and found the place, a space that had been carved and expanded by goblins, only slightly higher than the water level. Three enormous mutated goblins were squatting there, seemingly resting, with hooks beside them.

"Bang"

A dull thud came from upstream of the underground river. The colossal goblins immediately opened their eyes, stood up, grabbed their hooks, and stood by the water's edge.

One by one, the huge wooden barrels moved forward with the rushing water, crashing against the rock walls along the way. When they passed in front of the goblins, the goblins would use hooks to grab the barrels and drag them into the cave, while waiting for the next barrel to arrive.

Kroya was right behind these enormous mutated goblins. He could have kicked them into the water if he wanted, but that might anger the vampire, so Kroya decided against it.

He began to observe the large wooden barrels, which the goblins had casually placed across their backs. Kroya tried to open one of them, but only managed to pry open a small crack. A foul stench, produced by fermentation and the stirring of the water, gushed out from the crack. Kroya immediately closed the crack. He knew that it contained food for the goblins and had no interest in it.

Humans don't have the digestive system of goblins; eating these things can cause diarrhea and dehydration at best, and food poisoning at worst.

The wafting scent attracted the goblins' attention, and they all turned their heads, but there was nothing in their sight except the barrel. So they shook their heads and focused on dragging the barrel up again.

"The food for the goblin chieftain and the vampire should be stored in a separate container."

The goblin leader didn't seem like the type to eat such stinking swill, and the vampire was even less likely to do so. Although vampires only needed to drink blood to maintain their power, they also had a appetite, and in the book, these vampires were the epitome of hedonism.

The food they eat needs to be more refined, which also means it is more easily damaged. If it is to be transported in this way, then their wooden barrels must be specially made, otherwise they cannot withstand the impact of water and stones.

Just as Kroya had predicted, a unique wooden barrel floated down from upstream. It was smaller in size and silver in color, as if it had been painted. The giant mutated goblins treated it with great seriousness, hooking it up and immediately placing it upright, a stark contrast to their previous casualness.

Although Kroya still had enough food reserves to last a week, he couldn't guarantee that he could escape within a week, so obtaining food was essential.

But it was obvious that Kroya wouldn't eat stinky goblin swill, so he set his sights on the small silver bucket, which seemed to contain something edible for humans.

Unfortunately, the silver bucket seemed to be the last one by convention. After the goblins hooked the silver bucket up, they stopped paying attention to the water, and no other buckets floated by after that.

A gigantic goblin carried the small silver barrel away, while its other companions remained behind, with Kroya following behind.