Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 221 Goblins and Fallen Girls

Looking at the woman's shoes, Gebu suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Gebu, I'm speechless!"

Belle's curses echoed in the goblin wizard's ears. The gritty feeling of swallowing that aether crystal raw years ago spread between his teeth, and for a moment, Gob felt as if he had returned to the night of the abduction at the deep well.

Belle—a girl who smells of oranges, loves sweets, is a bit silly, and easy to fool. That was Gebu's impression of Belle.

Of course, he's not entirely stupid. He's quite good at golem programming, and his perseverance and physical strength are also decent. He's good material to be a beast of burden.

The elf saw that Gebu was staring blankly at the shoes, so he handed the shoes to Gebu.

"Want a bite?"

The elf, looking as if he had found a kindred spirit, winked meaningfully at Gebu.

"Come on—come on, you son of a bitch!"

Geb opened the elf's hand, and the shoe fell to the ground with a thud, rolled twice, and then fell off the edge of the stone platform.

"Oh dear, don't give it to me—it's such a waste!"

Uncle Elf said with great sorrow.

Snap, snap—

The sound of shoes hitting the stone wall echoed in the cave, growing farther and farther away, until finally, no one knew how deep they had fallen.

Geb lit a torch, and as the flames ignited, the cave was illuminated. The hidden space within the cliff left the goblins in awe.

The massive rock formations undulate and twist, with stalactites tens of meters thick standing like pillars reaching to the sky. As far as the eye can see, the rocks above and below jut out sharply, as if someone had cut the layered mountain range in half and then turned it upside down on the ground. It's as if the earth has melted like cheese, then been peeled away, the molten stone stretching into strands, then solidifying in place again.

Gebu and the elf uncle found themselves in a huge crevice within the rock, like tiny insects that had infiltrated the body of a giant, searching for a way forward in that magnificent scale.

"Curly hair, use your nose to find your way."

Geb said to the elf.

"Sniff." The elf stretched out his nose and sniffed the air. Geb didn't know if he was seeing things or what, but it seemed like the elf's nose really had turned into that of a donkey.

"Hoo—can you feel it? This magical aura is so thick it's almost like you could cut it with a knife."

Hearing what the elf said, Geb tried to manipulate the ether around him. Sure enough, the ether flowed much more smoothly here than outside, just like the difference between running on land and walking in water. The sticky feeling disappeared.

"Try using a Ring spell, Geb. I feel the magic here is very abundant; it can even help wizards restore their Rings."

And such good things?

Geb closed his eyes and felt the flow of ether around him. He could almost feel the pulsating aggregated ether in another dimension through the thin veil.

Tadpoles of light swam intermittently, entwining around the stalactite pillars like a suspended river.

The curly-haired elf might be right, Geb thought. He opened his eyes and decided to give it a try.

The goblin wizard removed the Thousand Faces Mask, reverting to his goblin form. He took a deep breath of the magically infused air and then raised his palm towards a stone platform ten meters in front of him.

"Abeo!"

The stealth step!

Geb's figure scattered into a swirling cloud of white ash, lasting only a moment before vanishing completely. The next second, the goblin wizard appeared on the stone platform ten meters away.

When a ring is used up, the wizard will feel a strange emptiness. After training, they can perceive how many rings they have left for the day through bodily sensations.

Geb did not feel empty, or rather, the feeling only lasted for a moment before it was filled with the magical power that filled his alveoli.

He turned his head and looked at the strange uncle.

"It's true! Here, I can cast spells without limit!"

"Have fun!" Curly-haired guy waved to Gebu.

Gebu was thrilled. He was used to carefully managing his spell slots, but he had never fought a battle with such a large amount of resources.

He cast a jumping spell on himself, then repeatedly leaped around, rolled in mid-air, and used the Disappearing Step to instantly teleport. While setting fires with his Burning Hands, he inconsiderately released thunder waves everywhere, causing chaos and sparks along the way, having a great time.

"I am the King of the World!!!"

In an instant, Geb transformed back into the goblin who used to dart around in the forest. Having lived in human society for so long, he was restricted from doing this and that, and had to wear a mask every day, afraid of being seen with his true face. This had driven him crazy.

After spending half a day doing parkour, Gebu had had enough fun. He found a stone pillar, sat cross-legged on top, and began to carefully observe the space around him.

This appears to be a natural cave, but closer inspection reveals human traces: at eye level, one can find several flat footholds carved into the stone pillars and walls. These footholds show no signs of being carved with a hoe; the cuts are exceptionally smooth, as if—

Clay modeling?

Geb recalled the records in the Book of Sand; it was a level 0 spell. It could be used to shape earth and rock.

Did Belle make it?

Gebu's gaze followed his footsteps deeper into the cave.

Isn't this guy an apprentice at the Imperial Magic Academy? How did he end up in such a faraway place?

Magic academy, magic, golden mask?

Could it be that the Golden Mask sent her?

I wonder what the golden mask is secretly planning—Gebu glanced back at Curly Hair, who was watching Gebu with great interest from a distance.

It's best to keep this guy away from running into the golden mask, or who knows what might happen.

"This space is too complicated. We'd better split up to be more efficient. I'll go this way, and you can go that way."

Gebu casually pointed in a direction to the curly-haired man. The strange uncle looked at Gebu and smiled: "I'm sorry, although I really like this place, it seems this place doesn't really welcome me."

Geb then noticed that this guy hadn't left the platform at the entrance since he came in, and hadn't moved an inch.

"What's wrong? You're too scared to move? Are you afraid of heights?"

"All I can say is that the god who once protected this place has a lot of complaints about travelers, and as his subordinate, I have also been threatened—well, if the watchdog has already bared its teeth, then the guest should know better than to leave."

Geb squinted at the elf uncle. There seemed to be a restless magical energy around him, like a python crawling up his ankle and up his body.

"You go first, Geb. The Ether Spring is deep inside this cave; I can sense it. Just like last time, you know what to do—once you've freed the spring, I'll find a way to come back to you."

Gebu was about to complain that this guy didn't do any work and only wanted to make money, but then he thought it would be better if he didn't come, so he nodded in agreement.

The strange uncle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then turned around and, using all four limbs, like a giant gecko, slid along the wall into the gap at the entrance and slipped out.

After the elf uncle left, the cave became quiet again, with only the sound of sparse dripping water.

Geb took a deep breath, then followed the trail Belle had left behind, using magic to teleport himself there.

Somewhere in the darkness of the cave, a figure struggled to climb onto a crescent-shaped rock platform. Panting, she clung to the edge of the rock, supporting herself, and finally tumbled and crawled onto the platform.

"Ogmar's beard—whoosh—sugar—I want sugar—"

The girl's hood fell down as she stood up, revealing loose chestnut hair. Her delicate face was covered in dust, making her look travel-worn.

The girl rubbed her foot, wincing. She didn't know when she had lost a shoe, and her bare foot was covered in dust and scratches.

"It hurts—hang in there, I have to hold on. This is all for graduation—"

After giving herself a pep talk, the witch used magic to create a ball of magical light that floated above her head. The light moved with the girl, turning her into a walking street lamp.

Uh—that's a bit conspicuous. Doesn't that make me a sitting duck?

The girl took out a meticulously crafted vine cane (with a small daisy on it) from her dimensional pouch at her waist, and then transferred the magical flash from above her head to the cane.

She walked to the center of the platform and used her cane to illuminate the things on the ground.

suck!!

Upon seeing the object in front of her, the girl gasped.

A gigantic skull was buried in translucent obsidian, as if it had been frozen in the stone while drowning. It defiantly stretched out its skeletal hand towards the surface of the obsidian, and the girl stood right in its palm, as if it were about to burst through the stone and grab her.

The girl instinctively took a step back, tripped, and fell to the ground. The magical light shone through the smooth obsidian floor and spread outwards.

Under that eerie green light, countless enormous skeletons stretched their hands toward the sky, cursing the injustice of fate!

Just as the girl was terrified, a distant shout broke the suffocating silence and reached her ears.

"Abeo!"