That's right, that's what adventure is like!

[The story "Goblin Trial (Part 2)" has been recorded]

Story type: Insight/Combat

Story Rank: Second-rate

Synopsis: The valiant adventurer Nolan is invited by a friend to investigate two mysterious disappearances. Along the way, he is blessed by Lady Luck, uncovers the true nature of magic, and discovers the existence of a secret organization... After subduing the goblin with his exceptional strength, the monster submits to Nolan, showing its loyalty by gently kissing the earth. The legendary adventurer gains his first follower.

A reader commented: "This goblin is a little too smart."

Changes in honors: Worth noting (105/100)

[Note: You have developed a subtle entanglement with the goblin tribe. From now on, if goblins appear in the story, it will be automatically categorized as the "Goblin Trials" series.]

[Tip: Spreading this series of stories can greatly increase your honor. Would you like to spread this story?]

[Hint: You have accumulated enough honors. Would you like to move on to the next stage?]

"The story behind this cheat code is getting more and more twisted."

After reading the introduction, Roland licked his lips and sighed.

He'd never even seen a Lady of Fortune.

And those who kissed the earth and their followers were just bear goblins who were stunned by the explosion and then lay on the ground.

While I can understand that this is to make the story more talked about, it's still a little awkward...

Perhaps this is the difference between stories and reality.

Shaking his head, Roland turned his attention back to the new changes brought about by this story.

"Honor points, this attribute has been accumulating ever since I spread the story of the Black Ash Dungeon, but it shouldn't jump this fast all at once."

"If I'm not mistaken, the impact on others when you complete the story will also be included in the honor change, and that has indeed been the case in the previous few times."

"Hopefully the rewards will be somewhat reliable..."

After a few thoughts raced through his mind, Roland didn't rush to extract the ability. Instead, he first decided to take his honor to the next stage.

Your honor has been upgraded, and your extraction ability has been upgraded.

You can now preview the abilities you will gain after extracting some items.

!! ?

Roland paused for a moment, then looked down at the lost coin in his hand.

Sure enough, a new note appeared.

[Note: The next extracted ability will be "Blood Blade"]

This……

Roland's eyes lit up instantly after he saw the words clearly.

If you can predict in advance the abilities that each item can extract, it will be a huge help to your future career path!

"It seems we'll need to spread more stories about this in the future. The fact that the change in honor points actually alters the extraction ability itself is quite valuable."

He then turned his attention to this particular story.

Should it be publicized?

Roland frowned as he pondered. Although he had studied the formation and dissemination logic of the story many times, he still could not guarantee that each dissemination would not reveal privacy.

If this story reveals anything about the trial, it will inevitably trigger a chain reaction. Missing the opportunity to obtain the dragon egg would be a huge loss.

After careful consideration, he did not rush to make a choice, but instead tentatively asked a question.

"Since this is a series of stories, I didn't choose to publicize the first story. Will publicizing only the second one have any impact?"

[A series of stories must be presented in its entirety; the opening chapter of your story will be circulated simultaneously.]

A cold wind blew by.

Roland calmed down and found a way to take advantage of the situation.

Although there is only one chance to spread the story, the series of stories are clearly different. He could easily create a third "Goblin Trial" the next time he encounters a goblin, and then spread it along with the others.

This is a perk for a series of stories.

"In that case, let's not spread this story for now, and save it for when the third story is created, and then spread it together."

Having confirmed this plan, Roland immediately chose the extraction capability.

The coin started to heat up.

An invisible force gripped Roland's soul, dragging him into a bottomless abyss of darkness.

Then, a light shone.

That was the story of a knight.

.........

.........

Full moon.

Castle, study.

I kneel before my master, right knee touching the ground, left hand on my sword—this is the standard knightly salute, a gesture I have performed tens of thousands of times without ever making a mistake.

The nobleman who placed his hand on my shoulder had blue eyes and blond hair, and his young face looked slightly tired. I had witnessed him grow from an infant in swaddling clothes to what he is today.

When he was seven, I taught him to practice swordsmanship.

When I was twelve, I shielded him from an assassination attempt by a vagrant, and the scar remains on my ribs to this day.

When he was eighteen, on the night of his investiture, he got drunk and hugged me, calling me "brother".

He told me this when I was twenty.

"After tonight, you will be my knight, and you will receive a fiefdom that no one else can attain."

Now, it's the thirtieth year.

His palm pressed against my shoulder, as warm as ever.

But when I looked up, those eyes didn't look at me.

His blue eyes looked over my shoulder and landed on the full moon outside the window, stretching out into a place I couldn't see.

The bright moonlight streamed in, turning his blond hair silver-white and giving him a slightly somber expression.

"Stand up," he said.

I stood up and saw him take a coin out of his pocket.

The knight image on the front is already blurred, but the inscription on the back is still faintly discernible.

"I will dedicate my life to loyalty."

Ten years ago, on the night of my investiture, he personally handed me this coin, which I then returned to him, signifying my willingness to dedicate everything to the lord.

He held the coin and looked at it for a long time.

He didn't speak until dark clouds obscured half the moonlight.

"Take it."

The back of the coin was pressed into my palm; it was scalding hot, as if it had just been pulled out of a fire.

I opened my mouth to ask, but no sound came out.

A blood-stained parchment was pushed in front of them.

"Sign it," he said.

I read the contents carefully, word by word.

—I killed Earl Edwin's son out of personal grudge, and it had nothing to do with the lord.

"The Earl of Edwin's son died on our territory," his voice was as soft as moonlight streaming in, "someone has to be held accountable."

I looked up at his face.

Moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds, illuminating the young viscount's blond hair and blue eyes.

Thirty years have passed, and this is the first time I've felt so unfamiliar with this place.

"Your head is cheaper than offending a count, and cheaper than saving face for me."

He said so.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in, causing the candlelight to flicker and casting a long shadow over him.

I looked down at the piece of paper, then at the coin.

What did I say when I returned the coin to him ten years ago?

"I will be loyal to the end, even unto death."

"Sign it."

He said.

The voice was exactly the same as it was ten years ago, but the joy was long gone, replaced by a composure unique to the nobility.

I drew a dagger from my waist.

I knelt before the child I raised, pricked my fingertip, and pressed the blood onto the confession.

He watched me finish doing everything, then nodded and gestured to the guards at the door.

As I was being led away, I glanced back.

He had his back to me, looking at the family crest on the study wall.

The full moon shone in, turning his robes silvery-white, or perhaps the color of ashes.

That was the last time I saw him.

—Bloodstained Blade.

Sharpened by oath, tempered by blood.

This is a skill that an old prisoner in the next cell taught me, saying, "This should be yours."

I asked, "Why is it mine?"

He laughed, revealing his stark white teeth: "Because you still have a bill to settle."

I didn't ask any more questions.

I gripped the small knife he had given me tightly; the blood on it was dark and wouldn't fade.

Like the wear and tear on that coin.

The only difference is that one is hot and the other is cold.

The hot ones are scalding hot, and the cold ones are icy cold.

Later, I climbed out of that prison.

He climbed 108 iron stairs, killed seven people, and got drenched in rain.

Later, I stood at the castle gate, looking at the gate and listening to the laughter from the banquet inside, and put the coin in my pocket with it close to my heart.

I didn't go in.

I left that place.

I will be loyal.

This time, I'm being true to myself.

That night, the moon was also full.

From now on, forever.