I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 128 Reunion with Maeve

"Kobold Cave?"

Gru's eyes lit up immediately.

That's a great place.

Besides the beds where the girls lie, that's now his second favorite place.

Gru is a carefree dwarf; in Wilde's previous world, he would have been a complete spendthrift.

He always managed to spend his reward money within three days.

But last time, he didn't spend it all!

A full fifty-five gold coins was far beyond a dwarf's imagination when it came to spending money, and it even gave him the idea of ​​saving twenty gold coins in Blackrock Fortress.

And all of this was due to a fortuitous encounter in the kobold's lair!

More than a hundred gold coins were hidden in a ceramic jar in the storeroom!

It will be unforgettable for Gru, something he can savor every moment.

"good!"

He readily agreed, "Let's go to the kobold's cave on the way! It'll be easier to search with more people!"

Wilder nodded.

He glanced at Bruce, who was licking the back of his paws at his feet, and thought that this guy just didn't understand Common Tongue, otherwise he would definitely be as excited as Gru.

Judging from the amount it eats each time, this wolf's favorite food is definitely a roasted dog-headed man.

Last time I ate seven or eight of them!

"Aww~"

Bruce let out a low growl, unaware that he was about to embark on a culinary journey.

Cyrion then took the task list to the counter to register.

The process is not complicated.

First, present the silver badge required for the difficult-level quest, then fill in the adventure details for the quest on the registration form.

Information about the person.

Name, occupation, occupational level.

This step was handled by Cyrion, who also filled in the information for Joffrey and Maeve.

When it came time to fill in Lyle's part, Lyle interrupted Cyrion.

"For the job level section, write 'intermediate'."

"intermediate?"

Cyrion was taken aback for a moment, then a hearty smile spread across his face. "You've already advanced?!"

"Um."

Lyle was only a half-elf, and the elven blood in his body was not pure, which could not support him to remain calm at all times.

Therefore, he wore a restrained yet genuine smile: "It passed yesterday, very smoothly."

"Great!" Cyrion was delighted. "Now our team has three intermediate professionals."

Cyrion, Intermediate Warrior;

Joffrey, Intermediate Wanderer;

Lyle, Intermediate Ranger.

"cut.

Gru gave a soft hum and ignored it.

In addition to the three intermediate professionals, the team also has three novice professionals.

They are Gru and two newcomers.

Unfortunately, Wilder is an incredibly talented newcomer, so it seems he's now on the same level as the seemingly weak and delicate Maeve.

The professional ranking system and all that is just something the association makes up!

When it comes to strength, you have to look to Gru!

He nodded to himself, and because his angle was too low, no one noticed his movements.

After registering for the mission, the team agreed to meet at the town gate the next morning, as is customary.

After that, the group dispersed.

Cyrion stayed at the association to wait for Martha to get off work. They seemed to be in the honeymoon phase lately, spending every day together.

Lyle and Gru were going the same way, so they went to Joffrey first to relay the mission, and then went home together.

The task of delivering a message to Maeve was assigned to Wilder.

The address Maeve left for them was in the western part of Ironweave, not far from the Colt Inn where Wilder was staying.

"Number 12, Mudboard Lane".

Wilder repeated the address to himself as he walked into the alley.

As you can tell from the name, this is definitely not a wealthy area, but rather the standard old town of Ironweave.

Old, dilapidated, and small.

But being in town is still much better than living in the countryside where Wilder's hometown is.

12 number.

Before us stood a one-story wooden building, which looked quite old.

A white wooden door, its paint peeling off, reveals the dark brown wood grain inside.

This is not what Wilder expected.

He had always assumed that pastors lived in grand and magnificent churches.

"Knock knock knock".

He knocked gently on the door.

A loud barking immediately erupted from inside the door.

"Aww!"

Bruce let out a howl, and the room fell silent instantly.

Then came a series of clattering footsteps.

The door was opened slightly.

It revealed a chubby little face, full of alertness.

"Hello, Maeve."

Wilder greeted him.

"Wild."

She breathed a sigh of relief, pressing a hand to her chest. "I don't know why I heard a wolf howl just now. I was wondering how there could be one in town—"

As she spoke, she opened the door and saw Bruce standing behind Wilder, baring his teeth.

"Aaaaaah! There really are wolves!"

She screamed and immediately grabbed Wilder's arm and pulled him inside.

"Wild! There's a wolf behind you! A wolf!"

"Well----"

Wilder held her arm and explained, "Actually, it's my partner; you can call it Bruce."

Next, he told Maeve about how he and Bruce had become friends.

"Wilder is indeed a powerful mage; he can actually befriend Mr. Wild Wolf."

Maeve sighed.

"Aww!"

Bruce groaned in dissatisfaction.

"Ah—it's Mr. Bruce!"

"Aww~"

Bruce then continued licking the enemy's claws, satisfied.

Wilder glanced at Bruce, puzzled.

This guy can even recognize his own name?

At that moment, Wilder smelled a faint burning smell.

"Maeve, are you cooking?"

"Ah! I forgot!"

Maeve jolted awake and hurriedly ran back to her room, whereupon a clattering of pots and pans filled the air.

A while later, she ran back, wiping her forehead with her sleeve.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting at the door, I really—"

"fine."

Wilder waved his hand. "It's a little burnt, but it smells pretty good."

"It's risotto! I used pork, potatoes, and carrots. It's a recipe my mom gave me, and it tastes great."

She looked up and suddenly said, "Would you like to try some?"

"what?"

Wilder had eaten lunch late and wasn't hungry at all, so he politely declined.

"No, I have something to do later, and I'm not hungry."

"It must be because it's burnt—" Maeve lowered her head.

"No, the sour apple oatmeal porridge you made last time was delicious."

Wilder laughed and said, "The risotto must be delicious too, but I really have something to do today. I'll try it another time."

Maeve then nodded.

Next, Wilder relayed to her the invitation to meet the group the next morning for a mission.

"Okay! I'll definitely be there on time!"

Maeve clenched her two small fists and nodded several times.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wilder returned to the Colt Inn.

He didn't go upstairs; instead, he ordered a beer on the first floor and sipped it slowly.

Time passed slowly.

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As the sun began to set outside the tavern, golden light streamed through the window and fell on the table. Wilder had already drunk two glasses of ale.

As darkness fell, the lights came on inside the house.

Wilder ordered another dinner and ate it slowly.

Until late at night.

He didn't see Talia walk in from outside the door.

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