Chapter 51: Half a Month, Influence!

Time passed day by day!

Under the guidance of the Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo, a large number of goblin tribes were destroyed, all turning into experience, continuously raising Tang Zheng's level.

The air in the outer area began to be filled with a bloody smell, and even the forest became quiet; the usually dense bird calls suddenly decreased a lot.

Lower Wind Month, June 29th.

Splash!

Water splashed.

Tang Zheng emerged from a small river, swam to the bank, and took a refreshing bath.

Although he had the "Odorless" magic to clear his own scent, it was only clearing the scent; it was far less comfortable and clean than taking a bath.

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo was indeed very familiar with this area of the outer region.

Walking onto the bank.

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

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

"Hiss."

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

The taste of the meat soup was very monotonous.

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

Of course.

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

However, the other person was the complete opposite.

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo was lying on the ground not far away; its feet had both been crushed, so it could only lie down.

"Can't, kill, anymore."

"Can't kill anymore, human lord."

"Please, don't, kill anymore."

"Can't kill anymore..."

"Too many goblins have died."

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo lay on the ground, continuously emitting somewhat weak wails and complaints.

Facing these sounds.

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

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo's wailing sounded like it was pleading for those dead goblins, but in reality, it wasn't.

To be precise!

Although they were considered the same race, in the eyes of Elder Goblins, ordinary goblins, besides their ability to mate with their own race, were not considered people of their own race at all; they were just a group of inferior guys.

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 real reason the Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo was crying was that as a large number of goblins were slaughtered, when winter arrived, there would be no large number of goblins as reserve food.

Their Elder Goblin race would very likely become food for the Troll lords!

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo was only wailing about this point.

"Shut up."

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

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo's wailing stopped abruptly; it closed its mouth, its black pupils filled with grievance and cowardice.

Slap!

A piece of 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 and appeared in the Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo's field of vision.

The next moment!

The fear on the Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo's face and the grievance in its eyes disappeared, revealing wild greed.

It crawled over quickly with both hands clawing at the ground! Immediately after.

The Elder Goblin Hobgoblin Hobgoblin Mu Guo, with drool in its mouth, revealed its yellow, uneven, sharp teeth and tore at the wild boar meat it held tightly in its hands.

At this moment, where was there any trace of the pitiful appearance from just a moment ago?

"Survival of the fittest; this is the norm in the forest."

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

"E-Rantel."

The third floor, the top floor of the Adventurer's Guild.

Inside a large room.

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

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

Three figures were seated around a primitive long wooden table.

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

Although this man was somewhat old, his gaze was very sharp; although his clothes were loose, one could still faintly see the sturdy muscles and strength of his whole body.

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

At this moment.

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

And opposite this middle-aged man.

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

Besides these two, the person sitting at the very top was a fat man.

The bald head, fat chin, and bloated abdomen made the whole person look like they were embedded in the chair.

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

He looked simply like a fat pig.

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

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

Such a luxurious outfit was enough to show that the identity of this fat man was not simple.

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

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

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

The person opposite wearing the mage robe was the Guild Master of the "E-Rantel" Mage Guild, Theo Rakshil.

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

After a brief silence in the room.

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

"Mr. Mayor."

Ainzach's expression was a bit serious, but his voice was gentle as he spoke.

The "puchi" sound paused.

The City Mayor Panasole opened his eyes; because of his obesity, his eyelids were retracted, and in his squinted eyes, outsiders could not see the emotions in his gaze.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 52 =====