Time passed day by day!
Under the leadership of the Great Goblin Mu Guo, numerous goblin tribes were destroyed, all turning into experience that continuously raised Nolan's level.
The air in the outer region began to be filled with a bloody smell, and even the forest quieted down, with the usually dense birdsong significantly reduced.
Lower Moon, June 29th.
Plop!
Water splashed.
Nolan emerged from a small river, swam to the bank, and took a refreshing bath.
Although he had the "Odorless" magic, which could remove his scent, it only removed the scent and was far less comfortable and clean than taking a bath.
The Great Goblin Mu Guo was indeed very familiar with this outer region.
Getting ashore.
Nolan pulled out a clean set of clothes, wiped the water from his body, and then took out a brand new set to change into.
Next, he sat down in front of a steaming meat soup, which was simmering over a bonfire.
"Hiss."
Nolan sipped the meat soup, letting out a comfortable sound.
The taste of the meat soup was simple.
But in this environment, it was already quite good; at least taking a bath and drinking hot soup made one feel quite pleasant.
Of course,
The increase in level had kept Nolan in a relatively good mood during this period.
However, another individual was completely the opposite.
The Great Goblin Mu Guo lay on the ground not far away; both of his feet had been broken, so he could only lie prone.
"Can't... kill... anymore."
"Can't kill anymore, Human Lord."
"Please, don't... kill... anymore."
"Can't kill anymore..."
"Too many goblins have died."
The Great Goblin Mu Guo lay on the ground, constantly emitting weak wails and pleas.
Facing these sounds.
Nolan had long grown accustomed to them, continuing to savor his meat soup with an expressionless face.
The Great Goblin Mu Guo's wails seemed to be pleading for the dead goblins, but in reality, they were not.
To be precise!
Although they were considered the same race, in the eyes of the Great Goblins, ordinary goblins, apart from their ability to mate with their own kind, were not considered members of their race at all; they were just a bunch of inferior fellows.
For a race that would even treat its own kind as food, there was no such emotion as pity for a race inferior to themselves.
The true reason for the Great Goblin Mu Guo's lament was that with the large number of goblins being slaughtered, when winter arrived, there would be no large quantity of goblins as reserve food.
Their Great Goblin race might very likely become food for the Ogre Lords!
The Great Goblin Mu Guo was only wailing about this point.
"Shut up."
Nolan swallowed the meat soup in his mouth and spoke faintly.
The Great Goblin Mu Guo's wails immediately ceased, and he closed his mouth, his black pupils filled with grievance and cowardice.
Slap!
A piece of thoroughly cooked wild boar meat was thrown over by Nolan.
The cooked wild boar meat, covered in dirt, rolled a few times on the ground and appeared in the Great Goblin Mu Guo's field of vision.
The next moment!
The fear on the Great Goblin Mu Guo's face, the grievance in his eyes, and other expressions vanished, replaced by wild greed.
He quickly crawled over, pulling himself along the ground with his hands!
Immediately after.
The Great Goblin Mu Guo, drooling and showing his yellowish, uneven sharp teeth, tore at the wild boar meat he held tightly in his hands.
At this moment, there was no longer any trace of the pitiful appearance he had just moments ago.
"Survival of the fittest, this is the norm in the forest."
Nolan picked up the meat soup and took another sip, "Disguise is merely a way of survival."
...
"E-Rantel."
The third floor, the top floor of the Adventurers' Guild.
Inside a large room.
The decor was simple, without any luxurious items. Only a few shields and swords, covered in nicks and various scars, hung on the walls, silently narrating the extraordinary experiences of these weapons.
It was precisely because of the presence of these scarred weapons that the somewhat monotonous, simple room was filled with a rugged, adventurous atmosphere.
Beside an ancient, long wooden table, three figures were seated.
A middle-aged man with graying hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead, appearing to be around 40 years old, sat on the left side of the wooden table.
Although this man was somewhat advanced in age, his gaze was very sharp, and though his clothes were loose, one could faintly discern the strong muscles and power of his entire body.
Especially his rough hands, covered in calluses, subtly told others that he was very skilled in using weapons.
At this moment.
In these rough hands, he held an exquisite silver container, and the liquid inside continuously emitted faint cold air, even in the hot temperatures of June.
And opposite this middle-aged man.
Sat a lean, capable-looking mage in a magic robe, who was flipping through a piece of intelligence in his hand.
Besides these two, seated at the head of the table was a Fat Man.
His bald head, fat chin, and bloated belly made him look as if he were embedded in the chair.
Especially as he leaned back in the wooden chair, his head lowered, his chin and neck fat folded together, he was dozing off, and every few breaths, a "phht" sound came from his nostrils.
He looked just like a fat pig.
But he wore a dark red velvet coat, a blue waistcoat with gold buttons, and a pure white undergarment.
Especially around his neck, he wore a pure gold, silk-like tie, embedded with a ruby that emitted a faint red glow when reflecting the sunlight.
Such luxurious attire was enough to indicate that this stout man's identity was not simple.
The people of "E-Rantel," if they saw these three individuals sitting together, would surely be astonished.
Because the three people at the table were precisely the three individuals with the highest status and position in the entire city of "E-Rantel."
The middle-aged man was Burdon Einzac, the Guild Master of the "E-Rantel" Adventurers' Guild.
The person opposite, wearing a mage's robe, was Theo Raxir, the Guild Master of the "E-Rantel" Mages' Guild.
And the City Lord of "E-Rantel," a noble of the Kingdom, Panasole Gruze Del Leitinmeyer!
After a brief silence in the room.
Einzac, as the Guild Master of the Adventurers' Guild, gently placed the silver magic container in his hand and looked up at the seemingly sleeping City Lord.
"Your Excellency, City Lord."
Einzac's expression was a little serious, but his voice was gentle as he spoke.
The "phht" sound paused.
City Lord Panasole opened his eyes, and due to his obesity, his entire eyelids were retracted, and his narrowed eyes prevented outsiders from seeing the emotions within them.