Goblin Dependency-Chapter 236 - 130 Fame_2

After all, compared to those rural peasants who couldn’t even afford to eat, as a "colleague," he really knew how much those dusty and blood-stained equipment, looking filthy, could be exchanged for at the general store.

The gains from "black eating black" were far more than what they earned through hard work on missions.

His mind wandered, and he couldn’t help but lick his somewhat dry lips.

But the next second, when Scar’s gaze moved to the front of the group, seeing that robust woman with a crew cut and an iron hammer hanging from her waist;

And beside her, the dark-haired youth carrying dual swords.

The eyes that were originally cold and fierce.

Suddenly cleared up.

"Green Blood, Gray Sword..."

The very recognizable appearance made Scar, who had been in River Valley Town for many years and considered himself fairly shrewd, instantly recognize the two’s identity.

"Damn, how did we run into them in such a place!"

His expression suddenly turned incredibly ugly.

Earlier, he was arrogantly considering whether to "black eat black" due to the other’s considerable harvest.

Now, recognizing Adeline and Xia Nan’s identities, Scar had to worry about whether he would become the side that gets eaten in the "black eat black."

As a low-level adventurer who often mixed in the town’s various taverns, living on simple goblin missions, and sometimes making some gray income with the equipment on him.

He had, of course, heard of the "Green Blood Team" name.

Especially after the notorious "Huo Ya" Bennett was beheaded along with his three teammates and six goblins (tavern rumors) by the sharp-featured dark-haired youth in the team.

Almost half of the town’s low-level adventurers knew that there was a tough guy in the Green Blood Team who often used a gray two-handed longsword.

Definitely not someone he could handle!

In the past, small-timers like Scar would have to avoid "Huo Ya" Bennett when they met in a tavern, fearing the attention.

Now encountering figures like "Green Blood" and "Gray Sword," who were equally active in tavern rumors and had an even better reputation.

Even though he had never fought them or even spoken a word.

The arrogance he showed to the villagers had already extinguished and cooled down.

Putting himself in a subordinate position.

Moreover, from another perspective.

Their team had just finished a mission and hadn’t returned to River Valley Town to recuperate; they were all carrying loot...

Thinking of this, Scar only felt a chill down his back, his heart restless.

With a couple of dry coughs, he forced a stiff smile on his face, and before they were approached, he greeted Berg, the only one he’d met twice in the tavern, from afar:

"Hey, Berg!"

"Just got back? Must’ve been tough."

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Silence.

As if he had no impression of him, Berg was filled with confusion and didn’t respond.

Scar felt something was amiss internally.

His eyes shifted, thinking of getting closer to the other members of the team.

But when his gaze fell upon the dark-haired youth nearby.

It was like facing villagers earlier who dared not look up.

Those deep, calm, pitch-black eyes clearly bore no extra emotion.

Yet, it made him subconsciously avoid the other’s gaze, not daring to meet eyes with him.

In his mind, the countless tavern rumors replayed involuntarily.

A sudden unnatural chill brushed across his neck, goosebumps rose on his skin.

Lowering his head, his forehead unknowingly covered in cold sweat.

Xia Nan looked at the adventurers by the roadside ahead.

His expression unchanged, but inside he felt strange.

Coming from a modern society and having received a normal moral education, he naturally disliked the actions of these people.

Coincidentally, their team leader Adeline appeared to have some connection with the village and intended to lend a hand.

So he was also ready to take action.

Just earlier, he even observed the other’s positions in advance, considering whether to use [Teeth Hunting] to get close and chop off the head of that leader-like adventurer with a scarred face first.

Or directly delve into the rear to disrupt their formation.

But unexpectedly.

He hadn’t even had a chance to make a move, just coming a little closer.

These adventurers, who were fierce towards the villagers, seemed to have already lost their will to fight.

Among them, the one with a sharp face silently fell back to the end of the group, looking ready to abandon his companions and run off at any moment.

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