Goblin Dependency-Chapter 235 - 130 Fame

They acted with impunity.

The adventurers didn’t bother to hide their gaze, the greedy, sinister desire almost spilling from their eyes.

"Polly!"

"Didn’t I tell you to stay inside the house and not come out? Why are you meddling? Go back quickly!"

Noticing the unfriendly gaze of the adventurers in front, the village chief’s already unpleasant face grew even more anxious.

He hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, shouting angrily, and at the same time used his dry, skinny hands to push the blonde girl back towards the village.

Although she lived near River Valley Town, the girl named "Polly" had never actually interacted with the adventurers from the town.

Usually, when any noise came through, her relatives would forcibly lock her indoors, not letting her go out.

Now, with the adventurer team that helped the villagers clear out the nearby goblin nest in the village, she could no longer suppress her curiosity and sneaked out of the house.

However... it didn’t quite match her expectations.

There were no marble-like handsome faces as spoken of by the Minstrels, nor was there the silky blonde hair that reflected the sunlight.

Their bodies weren’t even as strong as Uncle Jack, who was taken by a giant eagle last year.

The adventurers had yellow and brown rotten teeth, an unpleasant stench from long unwashed bodies, a haughty attitude as if they were lords over servants, and that gaze, so penetrating it made one’s spine tingle...

At that moment, Polly suddenly recalled the rumors from the surrounding villages that the village chief had specifically told her, to keep her obediently at home.

Though somewhat obscure, she was not too young and could vaguely understand the implications.

But it was like the childhood bedtime stories about the "Ghost Witch."

No one would take these things seriously until they truly happened to themselves.

Polly suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have come out.

But it was too late; as she realized under the village chief’s reproach and turned to leave—

A scar-faced adventurer with a sinister grin, prompted by his companion, also noticed the freckled blonde girl.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"We can’t eat you up."

The adventurers behind laughed boisterously, their faces openly malicious.

"Little girl, it’s normal at your age to be a bit curious about adventurers."

"So, how about coming to town with us for a couple of days?"

As he said this, the previously noisy crowd around them suddenly fell silent.

The village chief shielded the blonde girl behind him, pleading:

"Sir, Polly didn’t mean it, please... please spare her."

The atmosphere seemed to subtly change.

The scarred adventurer rested his right hand on the sword’s hilt at his waist, slightly unsheathing it, the blade reflecting a cold light.

With a sullen face, he slowly scanned the crowd.

No one dared meet his gaze.

His anger only grew instead of subsiding.

Staring intently at the hunched old man before him, he bared his teeth:

"Move aside."

"Sir, I’ll gather the hundred Gold you wanted, if it’s not enough, I’ll give from the granary..."

"Move aside!"

The cold glow of the sword made it almost impossible for the old man to open his eyes, yet he remained unmoving, firmly standing in front of Polly.

The resolute posture and the abruptly silent villagers seemed to make the scar-faced man feel that his armor, symbolizing his identity as an "adventurer," was invisibly insulted.

Buzz—

Gripping the hilt tightly, the One Handed Sword was drawn from the sheath.

He moved forward two steps abruptly.

But then, a pulling force suddenly came from behind.

He paused, frowned, and turned back.

He found the sharp-faced adventurer, who had been swaggering along with him before the villagers, looking somewhat panicked now.

Approaching, lowering his voice, he pointed towards the road beside them.

"Boss, s-someone’s coming."

"Looks like... a bit familiar!"

Scar followed the direction his companion pointed.

In sight were four figures slowly approaching on the country road.

The most eye-catching was the young man in the middle of the group, burdened with heavy luggage.

There was no need for extra observation; that youthful, simple aura, no different from the surrounding villagers, revealed at a glance that he was a complete novice.

Under the greedy gaze, his eyes subconsciously lingered on the bulging backpack behind him, a different kind of thought already surfacing in his mind.

"Looks like there’s quite a bit of loot..."

He scanned them, as if weighing whether this four-member team had a configuration within his and his companions’ capability to handle.

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