Chapter 51: Half a Month, The Impact!

Day by day, time passed!

Led by the Hobgoblin Lin Mu, a large number of goblin tribes were destroyed, all turning into experience points that continuously raised Tang Zheng’s level.

The air in the outer perimeter began to be permeated with a bloody scent; even the forest grew quiet, and the usually dense chirping of birds suddenly diminished significantly.

Lower Wind Month, June 29th.

Splash!

Water sprayed up.

Tang Zheng poked his head out of a small river, swam to the bank, and had a refreshing bath.

Although he possessed the "Odorless" magic, which could clear his own scent, it was merely clearing the scent; it was far from as comfortable and clean as taking a bath.

The Hobgoblin Lin Mu was indeed very familiar with this area of the outer perimeter.

He walked onto the bank.

Tang Zheng took out a clean set of clothes, wiped the water droplets off his body, and then put on a brand-new set.

Next, he sat down in front of the meat soup that was steaming on the campfire.

"Sss."

Tang Zheng took a sip of the meat soup and let out a sound of comfort.

The taste of the meat soup was very monotonous.

But in this environment, it was already quite good; at the very least, taking a bath and drinking a bowl of hot soup made one feel quite pleasant.

Of course.

The increase in his level had kept Tang Zheng’s mood quite good during this period.

However, the other one was the complete opposite.

The Hobgoblin Lin Mu was lying on the ground not far away; both of his feet had been crushed, so he could only lie down.

"No, can, kill anymore."

"Cannot kill anymore, human my lord."

"I beg you, don't, kill anymore."

"Cannot kill anymore..."

"Too many goblins have died."

The Hobgoblin Lin Mu lay on the ground, continuously emitting somewhat weak wails and pleas.

Facing these sounds.

Tang Zheng was already used to it and continued to taste the meat soup with an expressionless face.

The Hobgoblin Lin Mu’s wailing seemed to be pleading for those dead goblins, but in reality, it was not at all.

To be precise!

Although they were considered the same race, in the eyes of hobgoblins, ordinary goblins—aside from their ability to mate with their own race—could not be considered people of their own race at all; they were just a group of inferior fellows.

For a race that would even treat their own kind as food, there was no such emotion as pity for a race inferior to themselves.

The real reason the Hobgoblin Lin Mu was crying out was that as a large number of goblins were slaughtered, when winter arrived, there would be no massive quantity of goblins left as stored food.

Their hobgoblin race would very likely become food for the Troll my lords!

The Hobgoblin Lin Mu was only wailing about this point.

"Shut up."

Tang Zheng swallowed the meat soup in his mouth and spoke indifferently.

The Hobgoblin Lin Mu’s wailing stopped abruptly; he closed his mouth, his black pupils filled with grievance and cowardice.

Slap!

A piece of thoroughly cooked wild boar meat was tossed over by Tang Zheng.

The cooked wild boar meat, covered in dirt, rolled a few times on the ground and appeared in the Hobgoblin Lin Mu’s field of vision.

The next moment!

The fear on the Hobgoblin Lin Mu’s face and the grievance in his eyes disappeared, revealing wild greed.

He crawled over quickly, dragging himself with his hands! Immediately after.

With drool flowing from his mouth, the Hobgoblin Lin Mu revealed his yellow, uneven, sharp teeth and tore into the wild boar meat he was gripping tightly with both hands.

At this moment, there was not a shred of the pitiful appearance he had just a moment ago.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest; this is the norm in the forest."

Tang Zheng picked up the meat soup and took another sip, "Disguise is just a way of survival."

…………

"E-Rantel".

The top third floor of the Adventurer’s Guild.

Inside a large room.

The decoration was simple, without any luxurious items. Only several shields and swords covered in notches and various scars hung on the walls, silently telling of the extraordinary experiences these weapons had endured.

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It was precisely because of the existence of these scarred weapons that the somewhat monotonous and simple room was filled with a rugged, adventurous atmosphere.

Beside a rustic, long wooden table, these three figures were seated.

A middle-aged man with graying hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead, and an appearance of being in his 40s, was sitting on the left side of the wooden table.

Although this man was a bit old, his gaze was very sharp; although his clothes were loose, one could still faintly see the sturdy muscles and power of his entire body.

Especially those rough hands covered in calluses, which were faintly telling others that the person was very skilled at using weapons.

At this moment.

In those rough hands, he was holding an exquisite silver container; the liquid inside was actually continuously emitting wisps of cold air in the hot temperature of this June.

And opposite this middle-aged man.

Sat a thin, capable-looking magician wearing a magic robe, who was flipping through a piece of intelligence in his hand.

Besides these two, the person sitting at the head was a fatty.

A bald head, a fat chin, and a bloated abdomen made the whole person look as if he were embedded in the chair.

Especially since the person was leaning back against the wooden chair at this moment, with his head lowered and the fat on his chin and neck folded together, dozing off; every few breaths, a "pfft" sound came from his nasal cavity.

He looked exactly like a fat pig.

But the person was wearing a deep red velvet coat, a blue suit vest made with gold buttons, and a pure white inner garment.

Especially the pure gold, silk-like tie wrapped around his neck, which was inlaid with a ruby that emitted a faint red light under the reflection of the sun.

Such luxurious attire was enough to show that this fat man’s identity was not simple.

If the people of "E-Rantel" saw the three people before them sitting together, they would surely be extremely shocked.

Because the three people at the table were the three people with the highest status and position in the entire city of "E-Rantel".

The middle-aged man was the Guild Master of the "E-Rantel" Adventurer’s Guild, Bullon Ainzach.

The person opposite wearing the magician robe was the Guild Master of the "E-Rantel" Magician’s Guild, Theo Rakshir.

And the Mayor of "E-Rantel" city, a Kingdom noble, Panasole Gruze Del Retinmay!

After a brief silence in the room.

As the Adventurer’s Guild Master, Ainzach gently put down the silver magic container in his hand and looked up at the mayor who seemed to be asleep.

"Your Excellency Mayor."

Ainzach’s expression was a bit serious, but his voice was soft as he spoke.

The "pfft" sound paused.

The city mayor, Panasole, opened his eyes; because of his obesity, his entire eyelids were retracted, and in his squinted eyes, outsiders could not see the emotions within.

(End of chapter)