Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 75 Metacarpals
"Gah."

The thick leather boots covered in mud fell down suddenly.

The fragile skull head collapsed instantly, like a ball of wool filled with dust, splashing countless tiny gray dots into the surrounding air.

Xia Nan casually swung the sword and put the no longer hot wooden sword back into the scabbard.

Compared to how creepy they looked when they first appeared, the combat power of these dozens of skeletons is very average.

Some of them didn't even need them to do anything, as they were missing half an arm or an entire leg when they crawled out of the soil.

He took a few stumbling steps, fell down, and could not get up again.

Xia Nan even felt that he didn't need any other teammates.

With the wooden sword in hand and the endurance given by his strong physique, he can easily solve the problem by himself.

The only pity was that the gravekeeper whose arm he had cut off took the opportunity to run away after blowing the bone whistle.

He wanted to chase after him, but Ingram stopped him with confidence, as if he had planned it in advance.

So just stay where you are and wait.

The halfling had put his lute on his shoulder again and was now standing on tiptoe facing a sparse bush next to the cabin, making strange gestures superstitiously.

Maybe they were praying and giving thanks to some god in their pantheon.

Look back.

Xia Nan looked at the bone fragments on the ground in front of him and felt a dull pain in his temple.

The degree of danger of the enemy also determines the amount of your own benefits to a certain extent.

Just like those goblins who were only wrapped in a piece of rag.

Even worse.

Nearly thirty skeletons, the only items that could be called "trophies".

There were only a few pieces of equipment on the skeleton of the suspected "elite" adventurer.

Very poor condition.

Who knows how many years it has been buried in the soil, the leather armor on its body has almost rotted away, even the lining inside.

The shield of the small round shield had a hole like a window, through which one could see the scenery on the opposite side; the cracks on the blade of the rusty sword were more numerous than the wrinkles on the face of the old man at the entrance of the village.

I'm afraid even the grocery store that adventurers consider to be the most honest won't accept it.

Suddenly, it seemed as if I remembered something.

Xia Nan suddenly squatted down and used a dagger to cut open the five fingers of the elite skeleton's clenched left hand.

His brows furrowed slightly.

I saw that the bone whistle thrown to the ground by the gravekeeper had completely merged into the skeleton's palm.

It looks like a whole piece of bone that is bulging outward and deformed.

The presentation was very poor.

I'm thinking about how to deal with it.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of brisk footsteps.

Having just finished a battle, the halfling seemed to be in a good mood.

He walked closer humming a little tune.

He glanced at the bones under Xia Nan's body and said:

"Just keep it. This thing is quite rare."

"Just keep that metacarpal bone, maybe you can make a little fortune."

Xia Nan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"How to say?"

"I don't know how to explain it specifically." Alton straightened his messy hair under his hat. "It's probably some kind of... uh, crystallization of negative energy in the body of an undead creature? Tumor? Swelling cyst?"

"That's about it. When you go back to River Valley Town, both the herbalist and the grocery store will accept it."

The halfling took down the lute behind him, took out a piece of clean gauze from his arms, and carefully wiped the stains on the lute.

"Based on the size of this bone, the market price should be good. If we meet a buyer who is in urgent need, it is normal for the price to double several times."

"But..." Halfway through his words, Alton suddenly raised his head and looked at Shanan seriously.

"I don't recommend you keep it for a long time and wait for the price to rise."

"why?"

"Think about it yourself, who would have an urgent need for something like this?"

Hearing this, Xia Nan couldn't help but glance at the pale and glaring skeleton in front of him, and his heart suddenly shuddered.

"I suggest you act sooner rather than later."

"Those people have been dealing with the dark power of the undead for years, and their personalities are not normal as a result. It is better to have less contact with them."

Xia Nan nodded in agreement.

On the other side, the sheriff also came over.

He glanced at the wooden sword behind Xia Nan, and a smile spread across his handsome face:
"You are quite capable, my friend."

"Isn't it close to getting a professional level?"

Xia Nan raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not respond directly.

He just looked at the other person's waist, at the one-handed hammer that was shaking gently with the movement of his body, and pretended to be confused.

"Aren't you a professional? I thought you could only use Holy Light after you were employed."

"Hahaha." Ingram laughed heartily, looking carefree, "Not even a little bit yet."

And just at this moment, the half-man who was wiping the lute nearby suddenly said something out of the blue.

"Not a paladin."

Ingram's face froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.

He waved his hand and replied with a smile:

"I can't tell you that. It involves the church."

And Alton seemed to be just asking casually. Seeing the other party's answer, he lowered his head again and tuned the strings.

"Ah! Don't! Tell me everything! I'll tell you everything!"

The atmosphere on the field seemed to freeze because of the halfling's words, but a rather miserable wailing sound could be faintly heard in the air.

Xia Nan looked over when he heard the sound.

Two guards were seen walking towards the crowd, one on each side holding the gravekeeper who had just escaped.

His eyes couldn't help but look at the sheriff beside him.

"There are only two exits in the cemetery. If you want to get out, you can only go through there." Noticing Xia Nan's gaze, Ingram smiled and said, "I arranged for guards to wait before I came. He can't escape."

Compared with his previous gloomy appearance, the gravekeeper now seemed like a different person.

The right arm that was severed by Xia Nan was hastily bandaged with a bandage, and blood occasionally seeped out of the bandage and fell to the ground.

The dry white hair was condensed by sweat and stuck to the cheeks in a messy and disheveled manner.

Almost the moment the guard let go, he knelt on the ground.

Wailing for mercy:

"My lord, Lord Ingram, please... please spare me!"

"I really haven't harmed anyone. That book, that book, all I used were bodies from the cemetery."

The gravekeeper was so frightened that his voice trembled and his speech was disordered, making it difficult to hear what he was saying.

After hearing only a few intermittent words, the sheriff frowned and said:
"Book? What book?"

"Yes, yes! It's not a book, it's a gift from the merciful Lord to his most pious servant!"

The gravekeeper raised his head, his cloudy and lifeless eyes stared straight at Ingram in front of him, and a strange blush appeared on his pale face.

Then, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world, he carefully took out a thin leather book made of strange material from his arms.

He held it with his only remaining hand and handed it to everyone.

Xia Nan stood aside and only vaguely saw the corner of the book cover——

An image of a white human skull.

(End of this chapter)