Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Wearing a special gas mask, and with sticky bodily fluids of some unknown monster still clinging to his tightly wrapped leather suit, Bubble Ears, who had just plucked the fur off a polar bear-like monster, twitched and turned to look at Zheng Jing when he heard him speak.

"...It's nothing."

Zheng Jing once again revealed his usual carefree and playful demeanor.

"I felt like someone was talking about me, Lao Zheng, just now."

Chapter 307: This child must not be allowed to live!

"So, is it okay? Can you handle it?"

No longer disturbing the cat-man ranger who was focused on skinning, dismembering, and chopping meat, Zheng Jing turned to the other side of the camp and asked the druid and priest who were treating the wounded.

"Please rest assured, Captain, none of the injuries are serious."

Claire, who had once again guided the wounded with positive energy, stood up and bowed to Zheng Jing.

Pastor Sheryl was the oldest member of the team. As an elf, she was over three hundred years old and had extensive medical experience, making her very accurate in assessing the injuries of the wounded.

"The only tricky thing is the poison he was given."

Claire pointed to Yale, who was lying on the ground.

In this battle, facing the elite magical beasts that had come to annihilate them, the investigation team was able to win with minimal casualties and no one seriously injured, without Zheng Jing's protection. This fearless barbarian was undoubtedly the greatest contributor to their victory.

It was because he single-handedly held off five magical beasts that the team did not suffer casualties due to their numerical disadvantage.

In fact, Yale not only held off five magical beasts, but also killed two of them at the cost of losing an eye.

It's worth noting that in this encounter, the investigation team only killed six monsters in total.

This means that Yale not only suffered the most damage, but also had the best combat record.

Of course, his impressive performance was also due to the various spell enhancements and support from the priests and druids in the team.

"Boss... I... didn't embarrass you..."

Seeing Zheng pass by, Yale grinned and spoke weakly.

Being both a barbarian and a half-orc, the first thing Yale did after being selected for the expedition was to challenge Zheng Jing at the expedition's first meeting.

When it comes to fighting, this approach applies to most barbarians and the vast majority of orcs.

Then, Yale, who was knocked down by Zheng Jing and couldn't get up no matter what, was completely convinced.

Unlike the other team members, he didn't call Zheng Jing "Captain." At first, he called him "Kid," but then he changed his address to "Boss," and he's been calling him that ever since.

"The toxins in his body are quite complex, and can not be completely eliminated by simply using [Neutralize Toxins]. Although we can suppress them by using [Delay the Onset of Poisoning], it would be best to send him back to the rear for medical treatment."

With a fluffy rabbit face, the Thabit Druid Lula explained in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, this is all I can do, old man."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jing nodded, patted Yale on the shoulder, and comforted Lula, saying, "Uncle Lu, don't blame yourself."

The Tabbit race, as adults, look like rabbits that are the size of a seven or eight-year-old human child when they stand up, and they will generally maintain this appearance until they die of old age.

So judging by appearance alone, it's hard to imagine that Lula is already a man over sixty years old in human terms.

"Yale, it might be a little itchy."

As he spoke, golden ripples appeared on Zheng Jing's palm, which was resting on Yale's shoulder, and swept over Yale's entire body in the blink of an eye.

"Mmm—oh! That feels so good!"

When Zheng Jing withdrew his hand, Yale, who had looked like he was on the verge of death, was already able to jump up with great energy.

"The boss is really something! Much better than Bean Sprout and Old Rabbit Head!"

Yale had only shouted a couple of times when Zheng Jing raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

"You idiot! How dare you talk like that? Apologize to Claire and Old Man Lu!"

"Oh! Uh, Sprout—Claire, Lula, I'm so sorry!"

After saying that, Yale shrank back and looked at Zheng Jing: "Boss, is it done?"

"This is more like it."

Seeing Zheng Jing nod, Yale laughed again: "Then, boss, let's go after them! I haven't encountered so many tough guys in a long time!"

He meant that he wanted to go after Aura and her magical beasts.

“We have a mission to complete; we’re not out hunting.”

Claire, standing to the side, frowned and looked at Yale with a hint of helplessness.

"Oh......"

Yale lowered his eyes in frustration.

"Don't worry, you'll have your chance to shine again."

After hearing Zheng Jing's words, Yale immediately perked up again.

"Captain, what should we do with these materials?"

Claire suddenly asked.

The six magical beasts that died here were all treasures; their fur, bones, and flesh could all be sold for a good price at the exchange.

Regarding spoils of war, the expeditionary force did not have a strict rule requiring them to be handed over.

The warriors of Iomede do indeed gather the spoils of war and then distribute them according to merit.

The followers of Kodesna lacked this discipline, and their criteria for judging the value of spoils were quite different from those of the warriors of Aomeide.

As for the other courtyard players who neither believe in Aomeide nor Desna, it's even simpler: whoever gets it on the battlefield gets the loot.

Claire asked this question because she had heard from other church members that Zheng Jing and Aomeide's two young prodigies had a close relationship.

Although after spending the past few days together, Claire felt that Zheng Jing's behavior seemed to favor the Church of Desna...

"You should distribute rewards according to your work."

Zheng Jing smiled and waved his hand.

"But we really need to act quickly. I, Old Zheng, have already figured out how to bring endless surprises to that prisoner."

-

Inside the great tomb, where the sun never shines and day and night are indistinguishable, time can only be measured by clocks.

Eight hours after Aura's defeat and return, Momoga ordered all the Guardians, as well as Wan, to go to the Throne Room.

There are two main tasks at this meeting.

The first task is to resurrect Cocytus.

As the mountain range, formed from 5 million gold coins, melted and the torrents converged, it solidified into the towering body of the insect king, Cocytus.

Just like Naberal before her, Cocytus's memory was frozen at the moment she died at the hands of Zheng Jinggun.

"Cocytus, as a warrior, tell me your thoughts after your battle with Zheng Jingyi."

Momoga asked in a deep voice.

After a brief silence, Cocytus, who was kneeling on one knee, spoke.

"...Unimaginable."

"what?"

"I can't imagine what it would be like for that person to be defeated."

"Elevating your opponent will not lessen your guilt."

Vanna's voice, always tinged with amusement, silenced Cocytus once again.

“I did not give you permission to express your opinions, Wan.”

"I am so sorry, Divine Child."

Without looking at Wan, who was making an exaggerated gesture of apology, Momoga slowly rose from the jade throne.

"It seems that I underestimated Zheng Jing. In that case, we cannot leave such a threat alive."

"Lord Momoga, please leave it to me!"

Shalltear stepped forward and volunteered, "I, Shalltear, will certainly offer you the head of that audacious madman!"

"No, the humiliation I suffered should naturally be washed away by my own hands!"

Momoga waved his hand.

"Lord Momoga! The other party did not come alone. Just in case, please allow our guardians to provide some assistance!"

Albedo's sorrowful voice made Momoga pause.

"...You have a point, okay."

As he spoke, Momoga's gaze swept over one of the guardians—

"Ten thousand."

He suddenly pointed to ten thousand.

"You may come with me."

This was the second priority that Momoga had planned long ago.

Chapter 308: Zheng Jing Fights the White Bone Demon Again

"Why are you stopping me, Demiurge!"

In the corridor outside the throne room, Albedo stared at Demiurge and questioned him.

"Choosing to go to Wan Tong is Lord Momoga's will."

Demiurge, with his hands behind his back, pushed up his glasses.

"Stop pretending! How could you not have noticed? That guy—"

"Are you underestimating Lady Momoga, Albedo?!"

Facing Albedo, who was burning with rage and seemed ready to attack at any moment, Demiurge's righteous rebuke stunned her.

"You and I can both see it, do you think Lord Momoga can't see it?"

"...You mean?"

"How could I possibly fathom the full extent of that person's wisdom? All we can do is follow his instructions and fulfill our responsibilities. If we wish to demonstrate our abilities, we should only do so within the permitted scope."

Seeing that Albedo's emotions had stabilized, Demiurge turned to leave, but stopped after taking only two steps.

Albedo.

"Ok?"

"Do you remember? There have been disputes among the supreme beings, and quite a few times."

"That did indeed happen..."

"However, this dispute will not affect the friendship between the Supreme Beings; rather, it is more like a demonstration of the deep friendship between them."

At this point, Demiurge paused for a moment: "But for some reason, I can't recall the past between Lord Razmir and Lord Momoga."

"I can't remember a single thing."

"What about you?"

"..."

Albedo remained silent.

"It's a pity that at this crucial moment, we shouldn't trouble Lord Momoga just because of our own curiosity."

"—Demeurge."

Just as Demiurge was about to continue walking forward, Albedo suddenly called out to him.

"how?"

"Lord Momoga is the undisputed supreme ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, a fact acknowledged even by the most supreme beings."

Watching Demiurge's retreating figure, Albedo said in a deep voice, "You...you haven't forgotten, have you?"

"...How could I forget?"

Demiurge turned his head and looked at Albedo.