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Chapter 51
Chapter 51: Half a Month – Impact!
Time passed day by day!
Under the leadership of Big Goblin Mokuguo, numerous goblin tribes were annihilated, all turning into Experience, continuously increasing Tang Zheng's Level.
The air in the outer area began to be permeated with a bloody scent, and even the forest fell silent; the usually dense bird songs sharply decreased.
Lower Wind Month, June 29th.
Splash!
Water flew.
Tang Zheng surfaced from a small river, swam to the bank, and thoroughly enjoyed a bath.
Although he had the magic of 'Scentless' which could remove his own scent, it merely removed the scent and was nowhere near as comfortable and clean as taking a bath.
Big Goblin Mokuguo was indeed very familiar with this outer area.
Stepping ashore.
Tang Zheng took out a clean set of clothing, wiped the water droplets off himself, and then pulled out another brand new set to change into.
Then, he plopped down in front of the meat soup, which was steaming hot over a bonfire.
"Ahh."
Tang Zheng took a sip of the meat soup, letting out a comfortable sound.
The meat soup's flavor was quite plain.
However, in this environment, it was already quite good; at least, a bath and a hot soup made one feel quite pleasant.
Of course,
The increase in Level had kept Tang Zheng in a relatively good mood recently.
However, the other individual was the complete opposite.
Big Goblin Mokuguo lay sprawled on the ground not far away. Both of his feet had been crushed, so he could only lie prone.
"No, don't, kill anymore."
"Don't kill anymore, human lord."
"Please, don't, kill anymore."
"Can't kill anymore..."
"Too many goblins have died."
Big Goblin Mokuguo lay on the ground, continuously emitting weak wails and pleas.
Facing these sounds,
Tang Zheng had long since grown accustomed to them, continuing to savor his meat soup expressionlessly.
Big Goblin Mokuguo's wails seemed to be pleading for the deceased goblins, but in reality, they were not.
To be precise!
Although considered the same race, in the eyes of hobgoblins, ordinary goblins were not considered part of their own race at all, apart from their ability to mate with their own kind; they were merely a group of inferior fellows.
For a race that would even treat its own kind as food, there was no such emotion as pity for a race inferior to itself.
The true reason for Big Goblin Mokuguo's pleas was that with a large number of goblins being slaughtered, there would be no vast quantity of goblins as reserve food when winter arrived.
Their hobgoblin tribe was very likely to become food for the Ogre lords!
Big Goblin Mokuguo was merely wailing about this point.
"Shut up."
Tang Zheng swallowed the meat soup in his mouth and spoke indifferently.
Big Goblin Mokuguo's wails immediately ceased, his mouth clamped shut, his black pupils filled with grievance and cowardice.
Thump!
A piece of thoroughly cooked wild boar meat was thrown over by Tang Zheng.
The cooked wild boar meat, covered in dirt, rolled a few times on the ground, appearing in Big Goblin Mokuguo's line of sight.
The next moment!
The fear on Big Goblin Mokuguo's face, the grievance in his eyes, and other expressions vanished, revealing a feral greed.
He quickly crawled over, his hands scrambling against the ground!
Immediately after,
Big Goblin Mokuguo salivated, his yellowed, uneven, sharp teeth exposed as he tore at the wild boar meat, which he gripped tightly with both hands.
At this moment, there was no trace of his previous pitiful appearance.
"Natural selection, survival of the fittest. This is simply the norm in the forest."
Tang Zheng picked up his meat soup and took another sip. "Disguise is merely a way of survival."
*****
E-Rantel.
On the third floor, the uppermost level of the Adventurer's Guild.
Inside a large room.
The decor was simple, without any luxurious items. Only the numerous shields and blades hanging on the walls, covered in nicks and various scars, silently spoke of these weapons' extraordinary experiences.
It was precisely due to the presence of these scarred weapons that the seemingly monotonous, simple room was filled with a rough, adventurous aura.
Three figures were seated around a long, antique wooden table.
A middle-aged man with graying hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead, appearing to be in his forties, was seated to the left of the wooden table.
Although this man was somewhat advanced in age, his gaze was remarkably sharp. Despite his loose clothing, one could faintly discern the sturdy muscles and power of his entire body.
Especially his pair of calloused, rough hands subtly conveyed that he was highly skilled in using weapons.
At this moment,
in these rough hands, he held an exquisite silver container, whose liquid, even in the current hot June temperature, continuously emitted wisps of cold air.
And opposite this middle-aged man,
sat a lean, somewhat astute-looking mage dressed in a magic robe, who was perusing a piece of information in his hand.
Besides these two, seated at the head of the table was a stout man.
His bald head, plump chin, and bulging abdomen made him appear as if he had been embedded into his chair.
Especially as he was currently leaning back against the wooden chair, his head bowed, his chin and neck fat folded together, dozing off, with a "phfff" sound escaping his nostrils every few breaths.
He looked utterly like a fat pig.
Yet, he wore a dark red velvet outer coat, a blue vest made with gold buttons, and a pure white lining underneath.
Notably, around his neck was a pure gold, silk-like tie, adorned with a ruby that emitted a faint red glow under the sunlight.
Such luxurious attire was enough to indicate that this stout man's status was far from ordinary.
The people of E-Rantel, if they were to see these three individuals seated together, would surely be utterly astonished.
For the three people at the table were none other than the three individuals with the highest status and position in the entire city of E-Rantel.
The middle-aged man was Pluton Ainzach, the Guild Master of the E-Rantel Adventurer's Guild.
The one opposite, wearing a magic robe, was Theo Rakheshir, the Guild Master of the E-Rantel Mage Guild.
And Panasolei Gruze Day Rettenmaier, the E-Rantel city head and a Kingdom noble!
After a brief silence in the room.
Pluton Ainzach, as the Guild Master of the Adventurer's Guild, gently set down the silver container in his hand and looked up at the seemingly sleeping city head.
"Your Excellency, City Head."
Pluton Ainzach's expression was somewhat serious, but his voice was gentle as he spoke.
The "phfff" sound paused.
City Head Panasolay opened his eyes. Due to his obesity, his eyelids were completely retracted, and his narrowed eyes prevented outsiders from discerning any emotion within his gaze.
(end of chapter )
Time passed day by day!
Under the leadership of Big Goblin Mokuguo, numerous goblin tribes were annihilated, all turning into Experience, continuously increasing Tang Zheng's Level.
The air in the outer area began to be permeated with a bloody scent, and even the forest fell silent; the usually dense bird songs sharply decreased.
Lower Wind Month, June 29th.
Splash!
Water flew.
Tang Zheng surfaced from a small river, swam to the bank, and thoroughly enjoyed a bath.
Although he had the magic of 'Scentless' which could remove his own scent, it merely removed the scent and was nowhere near as comfortable and clean as taking a bath.
Big Goblin Mokuguo was indeed very familiar with this outer area.
Stepping ashore.
Tang Zheng took out a clean set of clothing, wiped the water droplets off himself, and then pulled out another brand new set to change into.
Then, he plopped down in front of the meat soup, which was steaming hot over a bonfire.
"Ahh."
Tang Zheng took a sip of the meat soup, letting out a comfortable sound.
The meat soup's flavor was quite plain.
However, in this environment, it was already quite good; at least, a bath and a hot soup made one feel quite pleasant.
Of course,
The increase in Level had kept Tang Zheng in a relatively good mood recently.
However, the other individual was the complete opposite.
Big Goblin Mokuguo lay sprawled on the ground not far away. Both of his feet had been crushed, so he could only lie prone.
"No, don't, kill anymore."
"Don't kill anymore, human lord."
"Please, don't, kill anymore."
"Can't kill anymore..."
"Too many goblins have died."
Big Goblin Mokuguo lay on the ground, continuously emitting weak wails and pleas.
Facing these sounds,
Tang Zheng had long since grown accustomed to them, continuing to savor his meat soup expressionlessly.
Big Goblin Mokuguo's wails seemed to be pleading for the deceased goblins, but in reality, they were not.
To be precise!
Although considered the same race, in the eyes of hobgoblins, ordinary goblins were not considered part of their own race at all, apart from their ability to mate with their own kind; they were merely a group of inferior fellows.
For a race that would even treat its own kind as food, there was no such emotion as pity for a race inferior to itself.
The true reason for Big Goblin Mokuguo's pleas was that with a large number of goblins being slaughtered, there would be no vast quantity of goblins as reserve food when winter arrived.
Their hobgoblin tribe was very likely to become food for the Ogre lords!
Big Goblin Mokuguo was merely wailing about this point.
"Shut up."
Tang Zheng swallowed the meat soup in his mouth and spoke indifferently.
Big Goblin Mokuguo's wails immediately ceased, his mouth clamped shut, his black pupils filled with grievance and cowardice.
Thump!
A piece of thoroughly cooked wild boar meat was thrown over by Tang Zheng.
The cooked wild boar meat, covered in dirt, rolled a few times on the ground, appearing in Big Goblin Mokuguo's line of sight.
The next moment!
The fear on Big Goblin Mokuguo's face, the grievance in his eyes, and other expressions vanished, revealing a feral greed.
He quickly crawled over, his hands scrambling against the ground!
Immediately after,
Big Goblin Mokuguo salivated, his yellowed, uneven, sharp teeth exposed as he tore at the wild boar meat, which he gripped tightly with both hands.
At this moment, there was no trace of his previous pitiful appearance.
"Natural selection, survival of the fittest. This is simply the norm in the forest."
Tang Zheng picked up his meat soup and took another sip. "Disguise is merely a way of survival."
*****
E-Rantel.
On the third floor, the uppermost level of the Adventurer's Guild.
Inside a large room.
The decor was simple, without any luxurious items. Only the numerous shields and blades hanging on the walls, covered in nicks and various scars, silently spoke of these weapons' extraordinary experiences.
It was precisely due to the presence of these scarred weapons that the seemingly monotonous, simple room was filled with a rough, adventurous aura.
Three figures were seated around a long, antique wooden table.
A middle-aged man with graying hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead, appearing to be in his forties, was seated to the left of the wooden table.
Although this man was somewhat advanced in age, his gaze was remarkably sharp. Despite his loose clothing, one could faintly discern the sturdy muscles and power of his entire body.
Especially his pair of calloused, rough hands subtly conveyed that he was highly skilled in using weapons.
At this moment,
in these rough hands, he held an exquisite silver container, whose liquid, even in the current hot June temperature, continuously emitted wisps of cold air.
And opposite this middle-aged man,
sat a lean, somewhat astute-looking mage dressed in a magic robe, who was perusing a piece of information in his hand.
Besides these two, seated at the head of the table was a stout man.
His bald head, plump chin, and bulging abdomen made him appear as if he had been embedded into his chair.
Especially as he was currently leaning back against the wooden chair, his head bowed, his chin and neck fat folded together, dozing off, with a "phfff" sound escaping his nostrils every few breaths.
He looked utterly like a fat pig.
Yet, he wore a dark red velvet outer coat, a blue vest made with gold buttons, and a pure white lining underneath.
Notably, around his neck was a pure gold, silk-like tie, adorned with a ruby that emitted a faint red glow under the sunlight.
Such luxurious attire was enough to indicate that this stout man's status was far from ordinary.
The people of E-Rantel, if they were to see these three individuals seated together, would surely be utterly astonished.
For the three people at the table were none other than the three individuals with the highest status and position in the entire city of E-Rantel.
The middle-aged man was Pluton Ainzach, the Guild Master of the E-Rantel Adventurer's Guild.
The one opposite, wearing a magic robe, was Theo Rakheshir, the Guild Master of the E-Rantel Mage Guild.
And Panasolei Gruze Day Rettenmaier, the E-Rantel city head and a Kingdom noble!
After a brief silence in the room.
Pluton Ainzach, as the Guild Master of the Adventurer's Guild, gently set down the silver container in his hand and looked up at the seemingly sleeping city head.
"Your Excellency, City Head."
Pluton Ainzach's expression was somewhat serious, but his voice was gentle as he spoke.
The "phfff" sound paused.
City Head Panasolay opened his eyes. Due to his obesity, his eyelids were completely retracted, and his narrowed eyes prevented outsiders from discerning any emotion within his gaze.
(end of chapter )
