Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 65 Rainy Night
Torrential rain.

The howling wind, intertwined with the rumbling thunder that lit up the night sky, swirled and circled above the sky.

"Clap!"

The worn-out leather shoes that had been worn for who knows how long suddenly fell down and stepped into a puddle on the side of the road.

Suddenly, countless dirty water mixed with fishy black mud spots splashed up.

Joey wrapped himself tightly in the linen coat that covered his body like a cloak.

His head was lowered, hiding his cheeks under the hood.

But his feet never stopped.

There is no need to look up to find the way, just like a sewer rat, moving skillfully through the intricate alleys.

With the occasional moonlight seeping through the rain and fog, and my relatively good eyesight.

He could clearly feel that as he went deeper, the originally hard and solid stone brick floor under his feet gradually turned into a rough and soft gravel road, and finally a muddy dirt road.

Out of the corner of my eye, the neat brick and tile houses on both sides of the road, which were originally lit with warm lights, also turned into dilapidated wooden houses with only vague outlines in the darkness, and small thatched huts that swayed and wailed in the wind and rain.

Didn't stop.

His home is not here.

Looking back many years ago, Joey once had a relatively safe place to live.

But after his parents died, that place became the love nest of his uncle and aunt, and he felt like an outsider.

Nothing to miss.

I don’t know how long it took.

As the night grew darker amidst the storm, the few remaining lights in the town gradually went out.

The two slender legs that had been moving continuously in the puddle finally stopped and sank deeply into the mud.

What appeared before my eyes was a small brown tent with patches all over it.

"Got home."

Joey rubbed the mud on the soles of his shoes on a stone nearby, opened the curtain of the tent and walked in quickly.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the roof of the tent was dented due to the accumulation of water, fortunately the material of the tent was still tough and there was no leakage.

A long-lost sense of joy emerged in my heart.

He moved a bench from the corner, stood on it on tiptoe, and gently pushed upwards on the depression with his right hand, allowing the accumulated rainwater to slide down from both ends of the tent.

A moist, thick and cool touch came from my fingertips.

By the way, this tent was given to him by Ingram.

It is said that it came from a retired adventurer who seemed to be in a hurry to use the money, but ended up getting it for free.

He couldn't help but recall the way the sheriff frowned and scolded him just now.

Joey pouted.

Although it was basically useless, he knew that the other party was always helping him.

To some extent, he often takes advantage of this relationship between them.

He took out a piece of brown bread that he had just bought in the afternoon.

The shell, which was originally as hard as a brick, became even colder after being moistened by the rain, but it also became a little softer, making it easier to eat.

Joey hid the shriveled money bag from Ingram, which he had kept close to his body, in the corner of the tent. He then dragged out an old stove from somewhere and skillfully lit it to keep warm.

He is not a fool either.

Of the two adventurers I met today, one was a short guy who liked to giggle. He looked stupid and seemed like he could be easily deceived.

The other one was a little scary, with a stern face and a cold look, and two long swords on his back. He looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.

In the past, I would have been too late to hide.

The reason why I dared to take the initiative to step forward just now was because I knew Ingram was nearby.

Even if he was caught accidentally, as long as he was not hacked to death on the spot, the other party would come to help him if he made a little noise.

Unfortunately, not only was he caught in the act, but he also accidentally chose a pauper who had just lost all his money in the casino.

Thinking of this, Joey gnawed the black bread in his hand and couldn't help but curse in a low voice:
"Damn gambler!"

Sparks flickered in the moist air, and the fire began to burn with difficulty, weakly and feebly. Feeling the warmth coming from the front of him, Joey had a thoughtful look on his face.

"Next month is the annual Midsummer Festival, and the market should be bustling with activity soon."

"I'll try my luck there, maybe I'll run into a fat sheep from out of town..."

"Crack!"

The dull footsteps coming from outside the tent suddenly woke Joey from his thoughts.

"who!?"

He lowered his voice and shouted.

no answer.

But the sound of footsteps, which seemed particularly clear amid the sound of rain, was getting closer and closer.

Joey subconsciously pulled out a rusty dagger wrapped in rags from his waist and held it tightly in both hands.

"Who is it? Speak!?"

Still no answer.

The footsteps suddenly stopped.

Sitting in the corner of the tent swaying in the wind, separated by the faint orange-red light of the fire.

A sturdy and strong figure stood quietly outside the door curtain.

"boom!"

……

"boom!"

A large, calloused hand slammed hard on the table.

"Let me tell you, when I faced that cave bear, I didn't even blink, I just slid and tackled him..."

The adventurer, reeking of alcohol and with a red face, put one foot on the chair and boasted at the top of his voice.

"Hahaha, didn't they say before that they would go around to the side and pierce the spine with a dagger? How come they changed their statement after a few days?"

Someone nearby teased.

"Hey, you don't understand! That cave bear..."

Xia Nan sat at the dining table with a half-drunk glass of water in front of him.

Feeling the warmth slowly spreading throughout my body from my full stomach, I couldn't help but squint my eyes comfortably.

The halfling Alton beside him listened to the bragging of the adventurer at the same table with great interest.

He even plucked the strings occasionally to set the mood for the adventurer's story.

"Hey, have you heard? Something strange happened in Karanfor recently."

An adventurer at the table seemed to be tired of the cave bear, who had hundreds of ways to die. He suddenly lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.

"What could possibly happen in such a small town? At most two people would die."

Some teammates disagreed. As adventurers, they were already accustomed to the cycle of life and death. The appeal of an ordinary murder case was not even as great as that of a random goblin on the street.

"Don't worry, just listen to me."

"According to my friend who is a guard in the town, the bones of the deceased's entire arm had been pulled out!"

"There's no visible wound on the outside, just a piece of rotten meat!"

Boom——

There was a roar of thunder outside the window, and the halfling plucked the strings of his harp just in time, making a very timely and terrifying sound.

The adventurer who was telling the story was suddenly frightened.

Then he looked at Alton in embarrassment:
"Brother, there is no need to ..."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

A quick knock on the door interrupted the other party's words.

The originally noisy room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at the wooden door that was shaking slightly at the knock.

(End of this chapter)