I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

The two human women were originally pale.

But when they saw the brittle bone turn and walk towards the knight, the white on their faces instantly faded and turned blue.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

This is really a bit strange. This goblin has such a lewd look on his face...

However, they are quite experienced, so there's nothing to be surprised about.

It's more important to treat the wounded over there first.

The female mage hurriedly took out a packet of pain-relieving powder from her small bag and scrambled toward the ranger who was still clutching his leg and groaning.

Her magic power has been depleted due to overuse, and she will need to rest for some time before she can use magic again.

The potions and tools have long been used up, leaving only these useful but not very useful items.

She quickly sprinkled the medicinal powder on the ranger's wound.

The wanderer's face twitched violently for a moment, then he exhaled several breaths of stale air.

He finally regained some of his language ability and spoke haltingly and weakly.

"That goblin is strange; it's at least level 14."

"Level 14? But it's clearly just an ordinary goblin."

The female mage looked over at the goblin who was bowing down and talking to the knight.

Their eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.

She wasn't surprised by the goblin's high level; if the five of them were to recover their full strength, the lowest level would be around level 20.

Her surprise stemmed from another reason—the highest level a goblin that hadn't changed jobs could reach was level 9.

What's going on with level 14?

"I don't know either, it might be related to our investigation of that giant snake."

The wandering swordsman shook his head; he didn't know what was going on either, and could only offer a guess.

Their team was commissioned by a nearby country.

They were asked to investigate a near-epic serpent that frequently appears in the area.

The good news is that they did indeed see the giant snake.

The bad news is that they all ended up like this after they saw it.

The ranger's gaze also turned to the knight, his expression somewhat distorted and eerie, and he spoke.

"I hope nothing will happen over there?"

The female mage could only respond with a distorted expression.

On the other side...

Crispy Bone walked up to the knight and ripped off his helmet.

To its disappointment, however, it found only a face with blond hair, delicate features, and even a touch of feminine softness.

Instead of the tough guy you might imagine.

It has always felt that conquering these tough guys is far more fulfilling than conquering those women.

However, people with effeminate features often fall into depravity faster than strong men.

Thinking of this, it sighed again.

Oh well, we're already here anyway.

Crispy Bone gestured to his subordinates with his eyes, and the goblins understood.

They grinned widely and surrounded us with big smiles.

"Cartilage! Stop!"

Fortunately, Goblu noticed the situation in time, came over, and sternly stopped them.

Crispy Bone's mood was interrupted, and his face twitched.

"Old man, I already promised you I wouldn't kill them. If you get involved in these matters again, you're disrespecting me."

Seeing this, Goblu also took out a short, gleaming staff from his pocket, held it in his hand, and said to Bristle without any politeness.

"You can give it a try."

"Tsk, old man."

Crispy Bone snorted coldly, but remained silent. He got up to leave, but before leaving, he kicked the knight hard in the chest.

Fortunately, the knight was physically strong and only groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but was not seriously injured.

Gobru suppressed his anger.

While its weapon could deal with the brittle bone, the problem is that the brittle bone is just one example of goblins who worship primal power.

Kill one, and another will always pop up.

But it would be without this weapon as insurance.

The deterrent effect will be greatly reduced.

So it had no choice but to retrieve its weapons and call upon its faction of goblins to move the wounded humans to the location designated by Murphy.

……

Seeing that the goblins were no longer making any rash moves, Murphy decided not to get involved.

After taking some herbs from the storage room and scraping off some moss, I began to extract the medicinal liquid using the most basic distillation method.

He lacked extensive knowledge of pharmaceutics and couldn't make other more advanced pharmaceuticals.

But as long as it's a potion that can be made, it can be made to a very high quality.

It's probably because he, as a stone man, has a calm and composed temperament and is not easily distracted.

He can do a good job even with a low-level, common healing potion.

He can also produce intermediate and even advanced effects.

While Murphy was engrossed in making medicine.

The human team that had been moved over breathed a sigh of relief, but when they saw the seemingly simple-minded stone golem preparing a potion...

I was immediately covered in cold sweat.

The shock of this scene is no less than discovering that your breakfast was made by Bruce in your family.

This is especially true when you look at how this stone man uses it.

I don't know where they got these glass bottles from.

Then there was a small stove with an even less stable flame, and herbs that had been found somewhere.

This medicine probably wasn't made for them, was it?

No way... right?

The four of them looked at the wandering swordsman.

The wanderer opened his mouth stiffly; his already bloodless lips, along with his entire body, had lost all color.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, his mind told him otherwise.

The medicine made by this stone man is for them.

"Um... goblin, could you please trouble this stone goblin to make us some medicine again?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's already despairing mood became even more hopeless.

"Um...can I not drink it?"

The knight asked, clinging to a sliver of hope.

"no."

"Who's talking!"

The knight was so startled by the sudden rejection that he immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Looking around, he couldn't find the person who might have spoken to him, except...

His gaze slowly shifted to Murphy, who was refining medicine.

No one should have spoken just now.

The male mage looked at the knight with surprise and asked in confusion.

Then he noticed that the knight was looking in a strange direction, so he looked in the same direction.

So all five of them looked at Murphy.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

It's highly unlikely that a stone person can talk to a human.

But it's unlikely that the stone figures are talking to people.

The one-track mind has become blocked at both ends.

The other four looked at the knight, and the petite woman raised her eyebrows, mouthing the knight to ask.

The knight's lips twitched, but he had no choice but to speak in as respectful a tone as possible.

"Um, Stone... Mr. Craftsman? Was that you speaking to me?"

He only told half of it, and cleverly changed the stone figure to a craftsman.

After all, based on his years of experience, these alien races who don't easily obtain jobs generally prefer to be referred to by their profession rather than their race.

All I can say is that his attempt to flatter the stone backfired spectacularly.

Upon hearing this address, Murphy's two small eyes widened slightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

(O√O)

"Oh, sir, as you know, as a craftsman, I naturally have some special skills."

It even improved the smoothness of telepathy.

Murphy was comfortable, but Mr. Knight suffered terribly.

He heard that awkward, translator's tone.

It felt like something strange had entered his brain and was wandering around in his mind.

My throat tightened; I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

She could only purse her lips tightly to prevent herself from laughing out of anger.

Honestly, being surrounded by a group of goblins with unclear motives, it's amazing to encounter a stone golem who can concoct potions speaking to you in a translator's voice.

He felt he should be in the underworld by now.

After a long while, the knight finally uttered a sentence in a daze.

"Is this medicine safe to take?"

Murphy turned to look at the knight.

"I haven't... let anyone drink it before, so it should... be okay."

骑士：… …

At least he didn't speak to me in a translator's tone anymore.

The knight could only console himself with this thought.

Soon, Murphy finished brewing the medicine and poured the liquid into a small stone bowl.

He carried the bowl of medicine to the knight.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

"Drink," Murphy urged.

The knight took a deep breath, took the medicine bowl, and drank it down in one gulp!