Chapter 113.2

“To understand gluttony to this extent is spectacular.”

“Are they alive…?”

“They’re useless. No exterior accidents, so it’s clear.”

After we arrived on the scene of the assault, two extra goblins had been added to the pile of corpses.

Each had been clutching a soporific of their fingers, mendacity on their backs.

I ponder if that is what occurred to the primary one who tried fugu.

I don’t dislike the braveness to problem.

“We could search for the carriage first?”

“Is that alright!?”

Hans was overjoyed, not anticipating it to be prioritized.

If goblins are dying, there’s no fear about different monsters scavenging.

The meat is inedible, so it doesn’t matter if it rots, and dealing with the poison appears difficult.

Prioritizing the carriage wouldn’t make a lot distinction.

Moreover, there’s a really slim likelihood the horse is likely to be alive.

For Hans’s sake, we should always reassure the horse rapidly, or it will be pitiful.

“If the carriage is just too far, we’ll hand over, and we’d pull again relying on the state of affairs.”

“After all!”

Hans nodded with a happy expression.

We looked for tracks and made an informed guess.

Because the vacation spot was Selen, it appeared that they had run off to the east.

On this path, we should always cope with the soporific first—however effectively, let’s observe for a bit.

Following the tracks, we stepped into the grassland.

Although it appeared easy, strolling revealed it was fairly uneven.

Ignoring the principle street made it worse for the carriage.

After crossing a number of hills and reaching a denser forest space, we noticed the carriage within the distance.

Surprisingly, it was nearer than anticipated, but it surely gave the impression to be in unhealthy form.

“Has it been taken?”

The carriage was overturned on a rock, with its wheels indifferent.

There was no signal of the horse, solely a number of bloodstains and items of flesh scattered round.

Even with [Presence Detection], I couldn’t sense the horse, nor had been there any hoof prints.

“Whether or not to Selen or Keril Village, I’ll take you wherever you need.”

“To Selene! And the cargo too, please!”

“Understood. Then, we’ll go away it on the Selen industrial guild—”

“Please let me accompany you!”

Hans eagerly requested.

Didn’t I simply refuse?

“When you’re anxious in regards to the cargo being stolen, I’ll take it to Kerill Village. I’ll be passing by the forest. I can’t afford to be slowed down.”

“I’m assured in my legs! I used to journey on foot for commerce a number of years in the past. Moreover, I don’t have sufficient to cowl the carriage restore prices due to the delay…”

Hans mentioned, trying downcast.

In Selen, he might promote the cargo and canopy the restore prices.

Whereas he might additionally promote in Kerill Village, the size is totally different from Selen, and he is likely to be taken benefit of.

I see, he’s been focused.

Different adventurers are cautious of the soporific and keep away from going out, however I’ve worn out the horde, so it’s irrelevant.

Furthermore, heading to Selen permits me to defer fee till later.

He should concentrate on my rank. The escort price can even be cheaper.

For Hans, the whole lot is in his favor.

Nicely, if that’s his plan, I’ll use him too.

“I received’t settle for an escort request. When you insist, observe at your personal threat. Don’t count on safety.”

“Thanks!”

After accumulating the cargo, we returned to the pile of corpses we left earlier.

I poked on the soporific with a knife, inspecting it.

It’s totally different from a snake.

Whereas snakes inject poison by fangs, the soporific has no holes in its entrance tooth.

Upon shut [Appraisal] of its mouth, I found its saliva contained poison.

Its entrance tooth weren’t significantly sharp.

Which suggests it is likely to be a sort of poison that permeates by the pores and skin.

I assumed it was the chew that poisoned, however even licking could possibly be harmful.

It’s fairly potent and has many potential makes use of—however all I can consider is wrongdoing.

I shelved the thought of what to do with the poison and started stuffing the corpses right into a double-layered leather-based bag.

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