As a venomous snake, I evolved into a god through devouring.

Wow, the golden legend.

Kasper hadn't expected that he could gain a new entry even without completely devouring the goblin, so he quickly checked the entry's description.

Leadership skills

[Source: Obtained by consuming the flesh and blood of a goblin leader.]

[Effect: Your leadership skills are enhanced. When you command your followers, they will be more willing to act for you. Specifically, follower loyalty increases by 5%, all attributes receive a slight boost, and the growth rate of charm increases by 5%.]

It boasts a noble percentage increase, a forced increase in loyalty, and an effect that enhances the combat power of your companions, and even provides a boost to your charm.

It's really quite good.

Kasper regained some strength, stood up from the ground, and glanced at the goblin leader who had been dead for a long time.

The fact that such high-quality entries can be produced indicates that the ingredients themselves have considerable potential and strength.

In fact, this was not the location Casper originally planned for the night raid, but during the pursuit, he discovered that the previously demoralized goblins were showing signs of rising morale, so he made a decisive move and immediately launched an attack.

A leader's leadership skills usually only emerge when the group reaches a certain size. Commanding a small squad of only 9 goblins has shown signs of leadership; he is truly a gifted individual.

If they were allowed to raid villages and develop their tribe, the goblins would likely occupy an area of ​​two to three kilometers in radius and claim it as their territory.

Unfortunately, I was still one step ahead.

...It really hurts.

Kasper hissed in pain, but he didn't waste any time. He quickly collected all the evolution points he could get and then turned and crawled toward the direction of the nest.

The stench of blood would spread with the wind to the vicinity, attracting some predators. His current condition was clearly unable to withstand a high-intensity battle.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to flee.

"Go home and sleep."

Shortly after Casper left, the sound of rapid hoofbeats approached from the end of the road.

The two horses galloped, kicking up dust. The violent jolting made Robin, who was sitting on them, feel nauseous and his throat churn.

He had no complaints about the painful ride; all he wanted was to get back to the village as soon as possible and protect everyone from the goblins' clutches.

"Hold on tight, kid. I'm not responsible if you fall and die."

"Understood, sir."

A man in light armor spoke in front of Robin.

Unlike children with no riding experience, the latter had a very stable center of gravity, clearly indicating that he was an experienced rider.

A two-handed greatsword hung on his left side and a meteor hammer on his right.

"Kid, your village is just ahead, right?"

"That's right, Mr. Flint!"

Robin peeked out, peering over Flint's muscular upper body, and saw the village gradually emerging from the darkness. He was overjoyed, but also couldn't suppress his anxiety.

"Please hurry up! It's completely dark now, and the goblins might have already attacked the village!"

"It's not your place to rush me, kid. I know what I'm doing."

Flint did not heed Robin's suggestion to speed up, and maintained his previous pace.

"Can……"

Robin wanted to say something more, but was quickly interrupted by someone running alongside her on the other side.

"Now that the goblin attack has been discovered, the villagers should have taken temporary refuge."

Besides, Flint could handle those low-level monsters on his own; there's no need to be so worried.

The speaker was a female wanderer, whose figure beneath her leather armor was slender yet voluptuous. As she rode the horse, her curves drew frequent glances from Flint.

"That's natural, Grace."

Flint smiled smugly upon hearing the words of his beautiful companion beside him.

He came to Broken Blade Town hoping to make a fortune from the fallen red dragon. However, after several days of searching, he not only found no trace of it but also spent all his money.

He happened to see that the reward for the commission posted by this kid was quite generous, so he condescended to accept the low-level commission to hunt down goblins.

"It's just a poor village near the road, yet they're willing to pay so much as a reward... Looks like we've made a profit this time."

Flint smiled slightly.

Not long after, the two horses stopped by the small bridge at the entrance of the village.

Flint glanced at the intact village, then turned to look at the wanderer Grace.

The latter twitched his nose slightly, then shook his head at Flint.

"There's no smell of blood, so the goblins haven't launched an attack."

Upon hearing this, Flint dismounted and then grabbed Robin by the collar and put him on the ground.

"Are you sure what you found today are goblin footprints?"

"I'm absolutely certain!"

Robin nodded firmly.

"Then what's going on here?"

Flint's voice carried a hint of displeasure.

Without exception, the goblins will launch an attack within two days of scouting, but now it is the second night and not a single goblin can be seen outside the village.

If it weren't for the boy's simple clothes, he would have suspected that some nobleman's son was deliberately trying to make fun of him with money.

"I...I don't know either. But this is a good thing...it's great...everyone doesn't need to take refuge anymore..."

Although Robin was intimidated by Flint's anger, she couldn't suppress her joy and relief, and even burst into tears.

Flint, however, was quite dissatisfied.

If there are no goblins, the commission is cancelled, and there will be no further payment.

I made a wasted trip and got nothing but a few copper coins.

This kid is still crying and whining in front of him, it's so annoying to watch!

Just as Flint was about to reprimand Robin, Grace, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke up.

"No... there's a smell of blood, but it's not coming from the village."

She turned her head, her brown eyes shining brightly in the darkness.

"Here it is!"

Grace leaped from her horse, her body arched like a nimble female cat, and headed into the depths of the jungle, with Flint quickly following behind.

In the end, only Robin was left standing there. The poor farm boy was not aggrieved. He turned around, jumped over the small bridge at the entrance of the village, and ran towards his home.

All day long, he was worried about the safety of his mother and younger brother, and only seeing them with his own eyes could put his mind at ease.

But after only two steps, he saw a familiar figure.

"Uncle Cohen!"

The man with the cane stood there, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

Upon seeing Robin, whose legs were trembling and who was covered in dust, he reached out and patted his head.

"I have brought the adventurers back."

"Welcome back, well done."