Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 102 Consideration and Return

The annual Midsummer Festival has passed for many days, but traces of the festival can be seen everywhere in the valley town.

Miss "Jasmine", the association's receptionist who was always listless, changed into sterling silver earrings bought during a store sale;

Ms. Edwina of the "Herb Crucible" has developed a new hangover remedy that has been very popular during the midsummer, and is said to be considering large-scale production.

The huge bonfire in the town's central square has been cleaned up with the help of staff.

But you can still see the remaining burnt marks of ashes in the gaps between a few inconspicuous floor tiles in the corners of the square.

In contrast, the adventurers at the White Tit Tavern didn't seem to notice that the festival was over.

Even though various activities have ended, the atmosphere in the pub is still warm.

From the setting sun and the deepening dusk to the rising dawn and the bright morning light, the sound of piano, shouting, cheering, and even some cracked and random singing never stopped.

For these adventurers who put their heads between their belts and walk on the tightrope, the so-called "Midsummer Day" is just an excuse to celebrate.

After the mission, every day is a festival and every breath is worth remembering.

"Hey, there was quite a stir in Kalanfor the past two days. Do you know what's going on?"

At the wine table, an adventurer wearing simple leather armor deliberately raised his voice and asked his teammates beside him.

Knowing each other well, they naturally understood each other's meaning.

Even though they had discussed the topic countless times in private, the teammates still pretended that it was the first time they heard each other talk about it.

He was showing serious signs of acting, and he shouted back in a very deliberate and loud voice:
"Wow, that ball of light was so bright, I went out to pee and thought it was daybreak."

"No one could explain it clearly the next day. I am still confused now!"

as predicted,

Just as he finished speaking, a drunken voice, so unclear that the words even sounded a little unclear, came from the next table.

"It's just that, there's nothing much to say!"

In broad daylight, a red-bearded dwarf, whose cheeks were flushed and reeking of alcohol, was shaking his body as sturdy as a tree stump.

He pretended to be bold and relaxed, leaning back in his chair as if he didn't care.

Only the slightly upturned beard at the corners of his mouth and the casual glance at the people beside him revealed his inner thoughts.

"Oh, what's going on, can you tell me?"

Seeing that the other party had taken the bait, the adventurer who spoke first took over the topic and asked with some deliberate curiosity in his tone.

He even brought his bottle of beer, which was only one-third empty, to the other person's table.

The dwarf seemed to be quite pleased with the adventurer's actions.

He took the bottle, tilted his head back, and drank the beer in it.

He burped with satisfaction.

Without keeping anyone in suspense, he directly talked about what he knew, including the "specific details":
"According to my buddy who happened to be in Kalanfort for supplies a few days ago, hiccup..."

"A mad cultist used some evil ritual under the nose of the church to lure powerful monsters from the depths of the misty forest to Caranfor."

"In the end, even the priest of the Church of the Sun God was 'exploded'."

"boom!"

As he spoke, the dwarf folded his hands in front of his chest, spread out his five thick carrot-like fingers, and suddenly made an explosion gesture.

His face was full of mockery, and he showed no sympathy for the dead priest.

"That power...tsk tsk."

"You're still lucky. You're in River Valley Town. At most you can just hear some noise and watch the fun."

"My brother was in a terrible situation. He was only trying to escape, and the entire truckload of goods was burned to charcoal."

“Half a year of work for nothing!”

After hearing what the dwarf said, it seemed as if he really knew something. The adventurer, who had originally just wanted to casually inquire about some information, actually showed surprise on his face.

Take the initiative to step forward and help the other person fill the empty wine glass in front of him.

"It's so powerful that even Riverdale can see it. What about Kalanfor? Will the whole town be destroyed?"

"That's not the case." The red-bearded dwarf waved his hand, stroked his round belly with his other hand, squinted his eyes and looked extremely comfortable.

"It's only about half the town."

"But it is said that the cultist is a high-level spellcaster of the conjuration department. Not only the air, but also the nearby water sources have been polluted. As a result, even if the civilians in the town are still alive, they may not be able to live there in the short term."

There was no concealment in the conversation between the few people, and the dwarves had naturally loud voices.

After a few words, almost half of the tavern heard the "truth" from the dwarf.

"Is there no one to supervise it?" An adventurer with a childish appearance lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone, "Those noble 'masters' in the castle, even our association... just let them mess around like this?"

"Why is there no one here?"

The red-bearded dwarf puffed his beard and glared, feeling a little agitated.

"That night I also saw..."

But when he was halfway through his words, he realized he had said something wrong and suddenly shut up.

No matter how others provoked him, he just kept silent and focused on drinking.

Even if they were pushed into a corner, they would just push and shove, swear a few times, and then talk about irrelevant topics.

Behind the bar, "Chapton" silently withdrew his gaze.

He held the soft cloth between his fingertips and continued to wipe the wine glass carefully.

Of course, he also saw the golden light that burst out from the horizon a few days ago.

As the owner of the tavern most frequented by adventurers in the entire River Valley Town.

Although he seldom participated in the adventurers' conversations, he just did his own thing silently.

But after so many years of business, I still have some connections.

However, his "connections" basically kept silent about the details of the incident in Kalanfor.

This meant that he knew no more than the red-bearded dwarf at the moment.

And if you really want to get information...

Chapton's movements suddenly paused, and his eyes subconsciously glanced to the left side of the bar, at the black-haired young man who was scooping with a spoon.

What flashed through my mind was the scene from the morning of the day before yesterday.

I remember myself at that time, I had just dealt with the drunkards who had been making noise all night, and was yawning and about to change shifts.

A figure carrying two swords walked straight into the door of the tavern.

Although he did not look tired, judging from the bloodstains on his tattered armor and his dusty appearance.

Obviously he had just been through a dangerous mission.

It is not uncommon for cautious adventurers to rest overnight in the wild for safety reasons before returning to the city, and then set off again in the morning.

It is common for adventurers to not rush to repair their equipment after returning to the city, but to go back to the inn to rest and recuperate first.

But for some reason, Chapton's intuition as a tavern owner for many years made him invisibly connect this young adventurer named "Xianan" with the glow explosion a few nights ago.

perhaps……

"Boss, another serving of mushroom soup."

The greeting coming from the front brought Chapton back to reality from his thoughts.

"okay!"

He subconsciously wiped the wine glass in his hand twice before putting it back into the cupboard and walking towards the kitchen.

Xia Nan naturally didn't know what the other party was thinking.

Even if Chapton really asked, he could only evade the question. After all, he did not fully understand the whole picture of what happened in Caranfor.

It is only a rough guess that it is related to the barbarian Fugan and a powerful being he is tracking.

The terrifying scene of that night, with a mushroom cloud rising up, like a high-yield missile bombing, emerged in my mind unconsciously.

I was muttering to myself.

Although because I knew that "God" existed, I already had some expectations about the level of extraordinary power in this world.

Now it seems that it is still far underestimated.

According to his contacts and communications with the barbarians along the way, the other party should not have reached the "legend" at the top of this world pyramid, but is still at the "extraordinary" level.

The aftermath of their battle alone destroyed half of the town.

If we go further up, the battles between the legendary masters, or even the "God Wars"...

Isn’t it almost like a nuclear war?

"Boom."

The steaming cream of mushroom soup was brought to the table by the waiter.

Xia Nan shook his head gently and stopped thinking about those things that were still far away from him.

He held the spoon and scooped a mouthful of soup into his mouth.

Feel the sweet taste lingering on the tip of your tongue.

It seemed that my heart, which had been up and down due to various experiences these days, had gradually calmed down.

At the same time, a certain worry that had been lingering in his heart since he returned to River Valley Town two days ago also emerged.

What appeared before my eyes was the back of a barbarian in a wolfskin cloak walking towards Kalanfor alone.

After he came back, he spent a lot of time thinking about whether he should report his situation to the association.

It wasn't that he was overthinking it. In his opinion, things were far from as simple as he had imagined.

First of all, it must be pointed out.

The Adventurer's Guild is a behemoth that spans countless kingdoms, has branches throughout the entire continent of Ephraim, and has even expanded outward to further afield.

It is a completely "neutral" camp composed of countless adventurers.

It's not the kind of righteous organization that will send relevant personnel to investigate if you report to them where cultists appear.

To put it more extremely, even now the entire Kalanfor has been occupied by cultists and has become a nest for breeding monsters.

As long as their fundamental interests are not affected, the Adventurer's Association of River Valley Town will not move even a little bit.

Of course, this is just a simple example. In reality, considering the many adventurers in the association who are related to Kalanfor, and the bounty offered by the Kingdom of Servia through the association, it is impossible for the situation to develop to this point.

Based on this premise, the barbarian only told him to run towards River Valley Town without leaving any extra instructions.

He rashly contacted the association and revealed information about Fugang.

Will it cause trouble to the barbarians and have some adverse impact on them?

Xia Nan even needs to consider whether there is a one in ten thousand chance that there is some kind of contradiction between Fugang and the association, which may lead to the possibility that after learning of the situation, the association will help the other side, the "enemy" it is fighting against.

After all, he didn't even know who the barbarians were tracking.

After spending these days together, Xia Nan and Fugang's relationship cannot be said to be very close.

But the other party was seriously following the instructions and helping him learn combat skills.

He could feel this.

Therefore, even if I can't help the barbarians with their actions.

He also tried his best not to cause trouble for the other party.

On the other hand, if you simply hide the identity information of the barbarians that you know about.

He just reported to the association what he saw happening in the town of Caranfort.

Actually, there is no need for Xia Nan to do this.

As early as the night before yesterday.

He hadn't even returned to River Valley Town yet and was still on the run.

They had already seen a large number of adventurers setting out from River Valley Town and heading towards Caranfor.

From what I can observe, there are quite a few professionals among them.

Obviously, the Adventurer's Association's reaction was much faster than he expected.

To sum up, to be on the safe side, try not to cause trouble for the barbarians.

Do less and make fewer mistakes.

Staying in Hegu Town and waiting for news is what Xia Nan should do most now.

"Heh, I don't know where you heard this fake news, but you're showing off here."

A sound of mocking laughter suddenly came from the corner of the tavern.

The target was obviously the red-bearded dwarf who had just claimed that he had learned about what happened in Kalanfor from a friend.

Xia Nan looked over.

A man with tan skin and curly black hair appeared in sight.

A Kalinshan person, looks familiar.

I also saw the pigeon egg-sized gem rings on the other person's fingers and the metal ring at the end of her hair.

His eyes subconsciously looked at the dwarf on the other side, and a slightly strange expression appeared on his face.

Aren’t these the two people who caused trouble in the tavern on Midsummer Day before he left?

I don’t know what luck I have, but these two guys got together again not long after I returned to Hegu Town.

The dwarf, who was already drunk and had a red face, turned around and stared at him with his two round eyes for a long time.

Finally reacted.

"Damn you Karin maggot, your dad didn't give you enough beating that day, huh?"

Clearly prepared.

Unlike that day when he was alone, this time the Karinshan man was accompanied by two men who were also wearing burqas.

Judging from their attire, they should be desert people.

Being drunk, and coupled with the nature of the race itself, the red-bearded dwarf was not weak.

Blowing his beard and waving his strong arms:
"What? You think...hiccup, two more sand rats can help you hold your ground?"

"Let's go lick the butt crack of your Wind Giant Master!"

Having been hanging out in pubs for years, he is adept at using all kinds of discriminatory and derogatory terms.

The dwarf only said a few simple words, but they made the three Calinshans on the opposite side blush and glare at each other.

Xia Nan sat aside, scooping the mushroom soup with some anticipation and great enjoyment.

Just as several people were cursing and pushing each other, a fight was about to break out.

"Crench!"

The door to the tavern was flung open.

The dazzling sunlight outside was reflected, and a cold wind like a blizzard in the north whistled in through the crack in the door.

A familiar burly figure appeared in front of Xia Nan.

(End of this chapter)