I Am Not A Goblin Slayer-Chapter 450 - 265: Farewell and Fireworks (Part 3)

Chapter 450: Chapter 265: Farewell and Fireworks (Part 3)

With the experience from Goat Village, the subsequent guidance will be much faster.

Moreover, he no longer needs to spend a lot of time learning the Fireball Technique.

"It’s a newly established village."

Aaliyah noticed the contents of the information.

After a brief rest, the team continued on their way.

Soon, under the blazing sun, a burgeoning village appeared in view.

Seeing that the protective fences around the village were incomplete, Gauss and the others knew they’d be busy for a while.

"Looks like the clay creatures will have to work hard."

As laborers, the clay creatures were perfectly suited for logging and transporting work.

But the clay creatures would not feel tired or burdened by labor.

In the end, it was still he who suffered from constantly using up his magic power.

The village was empty at noon in midsummer.

Most villagers hid in their straw huts, watching a group of people, who clearly had a significant presence, ride into the village center, their gazes turning wary.

A middle-aged man peeked his head out from behind a low wall beside the open space.

"Who are you people?"

He was clutching a farming tool tightly in his hand.

During this time, the village had been in a tense state.

Because the defensive facilities had not been fully established, they had to deal not only with attacking monsters but also a group of bandits eyeing them.

Fortunately, when the bandits showed up the other day, their numbers seemed insufficient, and they left after just wandering around the village.

As he was nervously watching, a companion patted his shoulder and pointed to the metal badges hanging from the chests of Gauss and the others, reflecting dazzling light in the scorching sun.

"Looks like adventurers have arrived...."

Even so, he did not relax his vigilance until the letter of commission from Gauss slowly floated in front of him. After checking it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, when that handsome man in a black robe cast magic, his tension eased by seventy to eighty percent.

The mage master wouldn’t bother to harm us poor commoners.

Of course, this was just his perspective.

Whether that was the case, no one truly knew.

Gauss looked around at the farmers, pale with fatigue, their eyes dull, and those children timidly poking their heads out from the doorways of rundown straw huts, and he sighed.

Compared to Goat Village, which had already formed a certain scale and a relatively stable life, this temporary settlement, which hadn’t even officially established a name, was really struggling.

He reasonably suspected that if his team had not come,

this fragile little village might have been destroyed by a single demon attack.

It seemed the people had not been in the area for long?

Where had they originally come from?

Why did they decide to establish a village in such a desolate place?

Did they obtain a "charter"?

In this era, to encourage people to go to the barren frontier lands to cultivate and prevent monsters from breeding unchecked in the wilderness, some lords issued charters to encourage immigrants to pioneer.

Of course, this land still belonged to the nobles, so taxes and land rents were still required.

If he remembered correctly, this area should be the land of the Vives Clan.

A few villagers jogged over to Gauss and the others.

"Honorable members of the Adventurer’s Guild, it’s hot, please this way."

It seemed they knew Gauss and his team had come to help them, and the villagers became very enthusiastic.

Just as Gauss and the others were about to speak, to inquire about the situation in the village,

several sharp, short whistle sounds echoed from the village entrance.

Upon hearing the whistle, the faces of the villagers instantly turned stiff, but as they instinctively panicked, the black-robed man beside them suddenly spoke up.

"What does the whistle mean?"

Seeing the man’s silhouette, the villagers realized they had some backup now.

They felt more at ease and quickly answered Gauss’s inquiry.

"Sir, the bandits from nearby have come."

"They told us a few days ago to have food ready, or they’d burn our houses down...."

The villagers, as if finding a backbone, began speaking one after another.

Gauss quickly understood the specifics and soon had an epiphany.

No wonder they felt the village was so wary when they arrived.

And even while resting by the simple straw huts, everyone kept their tools and farming equipment within arm’s reach.

There was a band of bandits on a nearby hill, surviving by raiding several small villages nearby. According to the bandits’ claims during their last visit, almost all the neighboring villages had to pay homage to them.

Soon, behind Gauss, there was a chaotic sound of hooves and footsteps.

A burly man with a grim scar on his face, riding a bony horse, led over twenty fierce-looking bandits with rusty weapons, boldly marching into the village’s central open space.