Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 1: Rotten Fish and Shrimp
【Old standard long sword】

Type: One-handed sword
Grade: Ordinary (white)
Introduction:

25 gray rats, 12 goblins, and even a bugbear... man, how could you bear to ask for more from it.

Remarks:

"Hatsu!xin!"

——Titus, the legendary swordsman of Qian Tieliu and deputy leader of the "Eternal Throne" adventure group
……

"This should be my golden finger, right?"

By the campfire, Xia Nan stared at the long sword placed horizontally on his knees in front of him and muttered.

This was the second day since he traveled to this world.

In his previous life, Xia Nan had never experienced any major hardships. He came from a well-off family and relied on studying hard to get into a decent university.

After graduation, I followed the crowd and joined an Internet company, enjoying the blessing of the "996" workweek, and eventually became a department manager on my 32nd birthday.

After the celebration party, he was drunk and refused his colleagues' offer to see him off, planning to walk home and use the evening breeze to get rid of the alcohol.

Unexpectedly, not long after he left the restaurant, he heard a rapid horn and brake sounds behind him as he walked on the night street.

Then, everything went black before his eyes, and he came to this world and was reborn as an eighteen-year-old young man.

"Ugh……"

With a silent sigh, Shanan was slightly distracted by the memories.

The attribute panel floating above the one-handed sword in front of him, which only he could see, also disappeared.

Having inherited all of the boy's memories, he had some understanding of the world he traveled through.

The good news is that this world is a fantasy world where supernatural powers really exist.

Whether it's the memory of the bard who stayed in the village when he was a child and performed those tricks to replace the meal money; or the glowing two-handed axe behind the back of the burly barbarian I saw when I passed by the tavern not long ago, all of them can prove this point.

But the bad news is that in this life, I am just an ordinary farmer who has to worry about his three meals a day.

Apart from the little things brought over from the modern society in the previous life, the most knowledge in the brain is skills such as "how to cultivate the land more labor-saving" and "which crops should be planted in the corresponding season", which have nothing to do with the extraordinary power of this world.

It’s not that Xia Nan has any prejudice against this kind of profession that provides the source of life for countless people. In fact, in his previous life, he often fantasized about moving out of the big city after making enough money, finding a place with a good environment, renting a small piece of land, and living a pastoral life of working from sunrise to sunset.

However, in this world, a few pieces of land are not enough to support a large family.

This is also the reason why the predecessor left the village where he lived since childhood and came to the dangerous wilderness.

Xia Nan withdrew his gaze from the one-handed sword.

Raise your head slightly and look forward.

This was a very rudimentary campsite, without even a tent, just a few sleeping bags placed messily around the campfire.

Several figures of different sizes were sitting scattered around the campfire.

Along with the crackling sound of the burning flames, a few whispers could be vaguely heard, but no one knew what they were saying.

Humans, dwarves, orcs.

It seems to be a classic four-person adventurer team configuration.

But in fact, Xia Nan could say without hesitation that he and others were just a group of scumbags.

The dwarf "Elki" has a race lifespan of up to 500 years, but this is of no benefit to him who is only in his early twenties.

His knowledge and experience were not even as good as his predecessor, an 18-year-old farmer who worked hard on the land. He had two daggers on his waist and looked like an assassin.

But in fact, Elki is a real right-handed person. It is difficult for him to hold a fork with his left hand, let alone a knife. Xia Nan once saw him spend a full three minutes to untie the wrist guard on his right arm with his left hand.

The only thing that is slightly beyond ordinary people is probably the other person's cheerful attitude and untimely sense of humor, which he claims to have inherited from his family.

The half-orc "Gagu".

Although he is called a "half-orc", Xia Nan estimates that the orc blood in this guy is only one thirty-second or even less.

Because apart from its slightly sharper canine teeth and a more robust body, the other party looks almost the same as a normal human being.

But no matter what, it can barely be considered a front row position - "at least it can give the beasts in the jungle a few more bites," these are the original words of the dwarf Elki.

The last one is also the captain of the “Bad Fish and Shrimp” team.

Maggie, the human hunter.

Probably the most reliable one in their team.

It is said that he was once a famous hunter in several villages on the western border of the kingdom, but because he offended a noble, he had to flee his hometown under an assumed name.

Elki seemed to know something about this.

"Oh, woman." This is what the other party said when I mentioned it one time.

All in all, the Right-Handed Man, the Bastard, the Hunter and the Farmer are the complete configuration of their team.

Normally, at least in Xia Nan's understanding, a standard adventurer team configuration should be a warrior, a priest, a mage, and an assassin or ranger.

A classic warrior, mage and priest.

But this is undoubtedly a luxury for the team of scumbags.

Not to mention the rare spellcasters, there isn't even a lowest-level professional in their team.

Even Maggie, the most experienced hunter, is still a long way from becoming a Ranger and obtaining his first professional level.

To some extent, calling their team the "Adventurer Squad" is a complete compliment to Xia Nan and others.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that there are no professionals in this world.

It’s just that the employment requirements for each profession are relatively harsh. Unless one is extremely lucky or has a wealthy family, ordinary people will never be able to reach that level in their lifetime.

After all, the bounty for just one goblin was three silver coins and seven copper coins—that was almost two days’ pay for the porters at the dock!
High risk, high reward is the consensus of all intelligent creatures in this world regarding "adventurers".

And this is exactly why the scumbag team came here.

"It's still half a day's journey to the sighting location listed in the mission report." Hunter Maggie sat by the campfire and sorted out his quiver. "We'll probably arrive there tomorrow morning."

"Tsk, that's a whole team of goblins. I've never taken on such a big job before!"

Elki brandished a dagger in his right hand, his face revealing excitement in the firelight, but his short stature made him look a little funny.

"What? Are you scared?" The orc on the other side grinned and said rather viciously, "Don't worry, they are just little green mice your size. I can crush two of them with just my toes."

"That's for sure!"

Elki nodded pretentiously and said with an expression of agreement:

"A tough guy like you would never cry for your mom when you talk in your sleep at night."

"%@#*&! (Orc slang)"

(End of this chapter)