Goblin Dependency-Chapter 286 - 152: Don’t Look Too Much!_2

"I’m still negotiating with the Association over there. It might take a few days, and I’m not sure if we can get some Gold Coins back, but..."

Cornell suddenly sighed and shook his head, saying:

"Well, the chances are slim."

Undoubtedly, the goblin nest they cleared earlier was far more dangerous than the information provided by the Association before the mission.

However, after communicating with the relevant staff over the past few days, the information they provided was somewhat ambiguous. Even if they continue to make a fuss, it might end in failure, wasting their time and energy for nothing.

Besides, their team wasn’t an official adventurer association team. Including himself and the human warrior across from him, they were free participants not affiliated with the Association, and their strength hadn’t reached the "Transcendent" level.

There would be no special treatment.

Cornell could only swallow this loss quietly.

"Fortunately, I have a contact on Neum’s side, which might save some money."

"As you know, most Resurrection-type spells have many restrictions, and the longer the time since death, the higher the cost."

"The ritual setup takes ten days to half a month. If I really wait until I get back to Huancai City to resurrect... that kid might have to pay me back with his Elf Ancestor Tree from his hometown."

With the Golden haired Elf’s body still in the ring, Cornell teased the topic that used to make the other party jump with just a slight mention.

"By the way, do you want to go to Neum with me? At that time, you could..."

Halfway through the sentence, Cornell suddenly seemed to remember something, raising his hand to pat his forehead.

"Look at me, I forgot again."

"It’s the Land of Melting Wood, right? You’re only one step away from ’Transcendent,’ but I’ve heard the trials there are not easy. You need to be careful."

"If you fail... there’s no Resurrection."

The warrior remained silent, his head buried deep in the platter.

"Speaking of which, I still find it strange."

Cornell furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze fixed on the platter in front of him.

There, a ghost-like translucent hand floated in the air, holding a dining knife, helping him slice the goose breast into thin slices, dipping it in sauce.

"That nest, that Goblin Priest... it all feels a bit off, an indescribable kind of strange."

"Oh, and that silver-white metal device."

"I’ve never seen something that can induce gravity without using Magic Particles."

"Previously, I thought it might be a high-level Magic Equipment they acquired somehow, but now it seems more like a product from the dwarves."

"When we return to Huancai City, I’ll consult my instructor about this in detail."

"If possible..." At this point, an unusual hint of hesitation appeared on Cornell’s face, "when you return, please mention the relevant situation to Master Yang Ci."

The brown-red longsword quietly rested by the table, and the red-haired warrior clad in heavy armor said nothing, continuing to chew and swallow as before.

Yet he gave a barely noticeable nod.

Seeing this, Cornell couldn’t help but take a breath, a relaxed expression returning to his face.

"Volga is already dead. His tribe should already be aware. If I go over there, those old men with totems even below would probably give me trouble."

"Do you have someone suitable over there? It doesn’t have to be too strong, just above Professional Level 5 to be a transition."

Silence.

"Alright then..."

...

...

Five days later.

River Valley Town, at the stagecoach station.

Adjacent to Mist Forest and the only town with an adventurer association stationed in the surrounding area.

The inn in River Valley Town has always been bustling with people coming and going, with caravans passing by continuously.

Now, with the time just a few days after the end of Hunting Day, there are even more travelers coming and going in the inn.

From the attire, most of them are adventurers.

During Hunting Day, goblins appear densely, and the bounty was raised to 5 silver coins each.

For many, trying hard during this time was enough to earn a considerable income.

Attracting many adventurers from nearby villages and towns to come prospecting.

Despite their fierce and murderous appearance now, many are actually semi-retired. On usual days, they might be the amiable bakery owner who smiles at everyone on the street corner or the sleepy security employee in front of a small bank.

It’s only during the annual Hunting Day that they shed their uniforms and pick up weapons to come to River Valley Town to earn some extra money.

Now that Hunting Day is over, they are gradually leaving River Valley Town to return to their original lives.

"Brother, slow down, I can’t keep up."

Jimmy’s face was full of sweat, clutching his wallet with both hands as he weaved through the crowd.

Jogging, he peeked forward, but could only see a glimpse of his cousin’s back.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Don’t waste time. If we miss the coach, I won’t wait for you."

Hearing his cousin say that, he could only force his tired legs to move faster.

But no matter how fast he tried, it wasn’t that quick.

After all, everyone around seemed to be senior adventurers; if he accidentally bumped into someone and offended them, it would be troublesome.

Fortunately, the station itself wasn’t too big. Although they wound through the crowd for quite a while, they managed to arrive before the coach departed.

Watching his cousin hand a few copper coins to the leader with a fawning smile, Jimmy, still catching his breath and sweating heavily, couldn’t help but complain in a low voice:

"Bro, it’s just a coach ride, is it really necessary?"

"What do you know!" Back by his side, his cousin immediately put on a stern face and rebuked, "Do you know how hard it is to find a coach these days?"

"We’re heading to Neum. If it weren’t for my connections, you’d be stuck in River Valley Town for another two months!"

Hearing his cousin say that, Jimmy couldn’t help but sneer.

Over these past few days, he gradually became familiar with his cousin’s personality.

As for his actions, there’s no comment, but when it comes to speaking... just listen to half of it.

Watching the crowd coming and going, Jimmy stood in place, waiting for the coach to start.

His right hand instinctively touched the one handed sword at his waist that he had bought not long ago, which hadn’t even been used to chop a goblin.

He quietly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the package tightly tied to his cousin’s chest.

Memories of five days ago involuntarily came to mind.

He remembered that both of them had just finished lunch at the White Sparrow, and his cousin said he’d take him to a herbal shop called "Green Grass Cauldron" to buy some cheap healing salves.

Unexpectedly, they ran into adventurers causing trouble.

He was blocked outside the crowd and couldn’t see clearly what was happening.

When he finally realized what was happening, the middle-aged adventurer was already lying motionless on the ground.

Meanwhile, his cousin, who suddenly disappeared, returned to him with an excited expression.

In his hand, there was an extra bloodstained package.

It must have been grabbed from the dead man’s body amidst the chaos.

Jimmy was taken by his cousin to see the contents of the package, which weren’t many.

A few changeable shirts, three silver coins, and a strange palm-sized statue.

His cousin said he had seen the same style in "Fairy Wind," worth dozens of gold coins!

Worrying that the item wasn’t clean and fearing someone might use it against him, he planned to take it to Neum to handle it through a contact at the "Black Shop."

At that time, Jimmy felt a bit uneasy, wondering if this was right.

After all, in his imagination, adventurers should be bravely battling demons in the forest by day and drinking and boasting in the tavern by night, living carefree lives.

To his thoughts, his cousin merely studied the statue in his hand and chuckled:

"An adventurer, do you think they’re noble?"

"It’s just about making money, the same in any trade."

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After that, Jimmy didn’t speak much more, following his cousin, gathering information and finding connections, all the way up to now.

"Neum... come to think of it, I’ve never been there, I wonder..."

Lost in thought, Jimmy suddenly froze.

That proud coach leader who looked down on his cousin just moments ago.

Now bowed with a fawning smile, taking the initiative to greet him.

Walking towards a fully armed young man with two longswords on his back...

"Gray Sword?"

Jimmy remembered the name, as his cousin had introduced him five days ago.

At present, compared to when he met him at the tavern, the man now had an extra silver coin in his hand.

He was tossing it up and down in his palm.

Suddenly feeling strange.

The coin’s rising and falling speed, it seemed...

"Snap!"

His head was suddenly hit from behind, and his cousin’s low voice came to his ear:

"How many times have I told you?"

"Don’t look too much!"

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