Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 82 Story (Two in One)

Caranfort, Church.

Holy beams of light, illuminating countless tiny particles, fell from the dome of the auditorium; magnificent stained glass windows printed with images of saints reflected mottled light in the air.

Holy and quiet.

A priest dressed in a judge-style robe stood on the altar.

His eyes were drooping and his lips were moving.

The golden sun emblem hanging from the crimson satin on the chest gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

"Sir, the negative energy in that businessman has dissipated."

At the foot of the stairs, a nun, also dressed solemnly, reported in a low voice.

The pastor slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of emotion on his kind face.

He raised his head slightly, and in his old and tranquil pupils was reflected the figure of the Lord whom he devoutly believed in on the stained glass window.

"Let him go."

The steady voice without any ups and downs echoed softly in the spacious auditorium.

"Yes."

The nun's gentle footsteps disappeared at the end of the side corridor.

The air seemed to have returned to silence.

"Cough cough..."

A cough with a malignant smell suddenly sounded in the church.

Where the magnificent columns and bright light overlap, the entire auditorium is shrouded in the only shadow.

The thin, elderly figure struggled to get up from the cold bench.

There was a strange smile on his face, which was full of wrinkles and age spots like rough tree bark.

"Failed?"

The bloodless lips covered with dead skin opened and closed slightly, and a hoarse and low voice sounded in the air.

"The merciful and great Lord spreads his glory to the world. The sacred rules must not be trampled upon, and order must be followed."

"Ah."

The sound of ambiguous laughter rang out.

The old man opened his only remaining cloudy eye and looked at the kind priest who was radiating holy light on the altar.

There was only mockery in his eyes.

……

Three days later, River Valley Town.

White Tit Tavern.

The burning fireplace, the clinking of wine glasses, and the noisy people amidst the aroma of food...

Everything seems to be the same as before.

"Friends!" Jeff, the team leader, cleared his throat while holding a wooden cup filled with sparkling wine in his right hand.

"I remember when I first came to Riverdale, I was still a young boy who had never even touched a woman's hand. I dreamed of becoming a famous adventurer, returning home with enough gold coins to fill up the entire warehouse, eating white bread every meal, and occasionally drinking broth."

"It's a pity that on the first mission, I was scared to death by those three goblins who were no bigger than stray dogs."

There was a good-natured laugh in the pub.

Jeff was leaning on a wooden cane with his other hand, and his face was flushed with alcohol.

"Over the years, I have led the team to travel all over the country. Although the dangers I encountered are definitely not as many as you, they are not few. There were a few times when I almost lost my life."

"Every time I come back and sit here, I tell myself that this is the last trip, and I can retire after I make some more money."

"But I can't help it every time, one trip, two trips... After all, who can resist the fragrance of gold coins?"

"But this time it's different."

Jeff seemed to be too drunk and staggered.

The makeshift prosthesis fell to the ground from under the left leg that was broken at the knee, making a sound of wood hitting wood.

"Your good man Jeff will officially retire after today."

"We are all poor people who have to live with our heads on the belts, so I won't say anything discouraging."

"I wish everyone here can earn enough gold coins to fill an entire warehouse!"

"cheers!"

The already bustling pub suddenly became even more lively.

Although Jeff is not an adventurer, he is a kind person and often hires adventurers in the association to serve as bodyguards.

Over the years, he has gained a certain reputation among lower-level adventurers.

Seeing that he was able to retire peacefully in this state, even if some people had some slander in their hearts, he still maintained the most basic decency on the surface.

Nothing unpleasant happened.

Xia Nan sat in the corner of the tavern, with a half-drunk bowl of cream of mushroom soup in front of him and a bowl of finished stewed meat next to it.

Thinking back to what happened a few days ago, I couldn't help feeling puzzled.

After nailing Ingram to the tree that day, he actually had no intention of returning to Caranfor and wanted to just run away.

After all, the sheriff has a close relationship with the priest who is suspected to be a professional in the Church of the Sun God. If the other party's actions contain the priest's will, then going back would undoubtedly be courting death.

But what was unexpected was that the death of a sheriff did not cause even a splash in the small town of Caranfort.

Everything is operating according to the original order, regularly and silently.

Even Jeff, who had been recuperating in the church, successfully returned to the hotel and reunited with the convoy.

And until now, three days later, he has not heard any information related to this incident.

“Is it really just Ingram’s personal action and has nothing to do with the church?”

"But how is it possible that an important sheriff in this town suddenly disappeared without any news?"

Xia Nan just felt it was weird.

It was like touching the tip of an iceberg above the water. He only vaguely saw a glimpse of the huge outline hidden behind it, and then he restrained his movements in fear.

With my current strength, it is better not to get too involved.

"Da da da."

With the sound of the wooden prosthesis falling to the ground, Jeff, reeking of alcohol, staggered over.

Without even waiting for Xia Nan to say anything, he just glanced at him, raised his head, and drank the wine in his hand.

"Although I've said it many times, but...hiccup."

"If it weren't for the two of you that night, I wouldn't even be able to return to Riverdale, let alone retire."

A serious look suddenly appeared in his drunken eyes.

"My abilities are limited, so I can't help you with adventurers."

"But if you come to Neum next time, look for me."

Having already made the decision to retire, the fleet of cars that he had worked hard to build up over half his life was naturally put on the shelf.

A buyer has been found.

Maybe it was also because Jeff had a good reputation, so the bid was quite good.

It was enough for him to return to Neum and open a small tailor shop with his family. The income was certainly not as high as before, but it was safe and stable.

With all the savings he has accumulated over the years, Jeff should be able to live a decent old age if he saves a little and doesn't overspend. "Are you not going to treat your leg?"

Xia Nan glanced at the other person's prosthesis on his left foot and asked.

"Where can I get the money? It's too expensive!" Jeff smiled carefreely, swinging the wine glass in his hand, "Anyway, I won't be running with the team anymore. I'll just live in the city. It doesn't matter whether I get treatment or not."

Xia Nan nodded slightly, respecting the other party's decision, and didn't say much.

But a thought came to my mind:

Speaking of which, if I didn’t have the golden finger of the “attribute panel” and pretty good physical talent, I would not be able to see the upward path clearly.

Like Jeff in front of us, saving money for a few years and finding a safe place to open a small shop seems to be a good life.

"No!"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Xia Nan extinguished it in an instant.

In his sight, the skin on Jeff's broken limbs looked like a dead tree, completely bloodless.

Just by looking at the bones and flesh cut off by a sword, one can feel the phantom pain.

The horrifying scene of the night a few days ago when the undead Tim forcibly pulled Jeff's calf bones out of his muscles while he was sleeping came to his mind.

Different from the civilized society with highly developed technology in the previous life.

The fantasy world we live in right now may have more developed supernatural powers, but it does not have an official organization strong enough to widely check and balance high-level professionals on a large scale.

To a certain extent, "laws" are almost indistinguishable from waste paper to some powerful beings in the evil camp.

Based on this premise, if you are just an ordinary person, or an adventurer slightly above the bottom.

He might be able to live out his life in peace and security.

But it is also possible that one day, just because a high-level professional passing by is in a bad mood, he will die tragically in the aftermath of the other party's venting.

If you were involved in a conspiracy like the one planned by Ingram, you would not even know why you died.

Even if it was really as Xia Nan had once dreamed, that he had saved a large sum of money, retired to the countryside, and lived a simple and happy life with his family.

He also absolutely could not tolerate that any random cat or dog on the street could easily threaten the life and safety of himself and the people he cared about.

The happy life he dreamed of, the huge savings that would allow him to live a lifetime of wealth, and everything else he pursued...

Strength is the foundation for him to gain a foothold in this world!

Looking ahead, Jeff was limping and staggering as he had not yet fully adapted to the movement of his prosthesis.

The deeply rooted cognitive concepts that Xia Nan had built up in more than 30 years of modern social life in his previous life were quietly changing.

Subconsciously, he took out the brass coin engraved with the goddess's head from his pocket, rubbed it with his fingertips, and felt the cool touch of the coin's surface.

Focus your attention and translucent characters will appear before your eyes.

……

【Coin of Destiny】

Type: Consumables/Items
Level: Epic (Pink)
Remaining uses: 3
Introduction:

A special copper coin imbued with the power of luck, the trigger for a "miracle".

Remarks:

"This is it. I want it!"

——The Fateful Gambler·The Complete Blacklist of 126 Casinos in the Barracuda Islands·The Eyebrows of Tymora·Arlene

……

Arton had left the team two days ago and travelled alone.

As a lightfoot halfling on a journey, it is almost impossible for him to stay in a fixed place for a long time, or even go back and walk the same path again.

Xia Nan was not worried about this.

Although he is short in stature and looks gullible, his actual combat power is not that outstanding.

but……

joke!

This is a being that can chat with gods in dreams!
With the protection of the Smiling Lady, Shanan even doubted if anyone really had evil intentions towards the halflings.

Before he could even take action, he accidentally tripped and fell to death because he stepped out with his left foot first.

Possessing the ability to communicate directly with the gods, Alton is definitely not an ordinary believer as he once thought.

At least it is at the level of "God's Blessed One".

“I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to meet you again in the future.”

Xia Nan was pondering in his mind, and the coin in his hand was subconsciously thrown high up with his palm in a very cool manner, just as the half-orc had often shown in front of him before.

But the moment the copper coin left his hand, he suddenly felt unsure and a strong sense of insecurity emerged.

He raised his hands somewhat awkwardly and grasped the tossed coin tightly in his palms.

This is truly an epic pink outfit!
Not to mention losing it due to unnecessary movements, even if it was accidentally scratched or bumped, it would be a result he could never accept.

Carefully tuck it into your arms and keep it close to your body.

It may be because the quality level of the [Coin of Destiny] is too high, even involving the power of God.

The attribute panel, which has always been reliable, does not point out its functions in detail.

It just vaguely mentioned "the trigger of the 'miracle'".

Xia Nan was a little confused.

I'm just guessing, maybe this precious item that can be used three times can increase the probability of something happening.

Probably like winning the jackpot in the lottery or guessing all the multiple-choice questions on a test correctly?
He was not clear about the scope of the coin's effects or the specific extent of its impact.

I was also reluctant to sacrifice the only three chances to take the test.

At least, through practical testing, it has been determined that:

[Coin of Destiny] can 100% trigger the physical damage immunity effect of [Bronze Bones and Iron Bones].

Even if you only look at this, the effect is already exaggerated.

It can be said that with the copper coins in hand, Xia Nan has three more lives!
It is an absolute trump card.

Not to mention, the [Light Bather] feat he had acquired in the previous battle was, strictly speaking, also acquired by chance through the power of destiny when using the coin.

maybe……

Xia Nan licked his dry lips, with a mess of thoughts running through his mind.

The banquet lasted until late at night.

It was not until Jeff, who was completely drunk, was helped into the guest room by several familiar friends that the originally lively and bustling atmosphere in the pub cooled down a little.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, several familiar adventurers actually came to Xia Nan and tried to strike up a conversation with him.

Obviously, it was because of the strength he demonstrated during the mission that he was recognized by his peers.

He even overheard a drunk adventurer describing to his colleagues who were also drunk how he had killed four goblins with one sword in an exaggerated tone.

Although it was just bragging at the dinner table, few people took it seriously. In fact, most of them had already forgotten Xia Nan's name when they woke up the next day.

I only vaguely remember that last night, a drunkard boasted to me that he met a fierce man who could chop goblins like piglets.

But there is no doubt that more than a month after he traveled to this world.

Among the lower-level adventurers in River Valley Town,
first time,

Xia Nan has her own story.

(End of this chapter)