Goblin Dependency-Chapter 280 - 149: The Results Are Here! _2

"Considering your keen eye, I’ll just make a little profit and give you a 20% discount."

"Twenty-nine gold, how do you feel about..."

"No! No! No!" as he barely mentioned it, the other party eagerly started the introduction.

Xia Nan waved his hands repeatedly, immediately declining.

Afraid to have any association with this eerie thing.

Are you kidding!

Just one look and it almost took him away.

Actually buying it and keeping it by his side would be like looking for trouble.

Without listening to Farrello’s persuasion, he turned around and directly walked out of the general store.

"Bang."

The hinge creaked, the bell rang "jingle".

His gaze returned from the disappearing silhouette behind the door.

Farrello sat back at the counter, feeling regretful.

Just now, although this black-haired adventurer looked young, the equipment he wore was not cheap, clearly indicating a wealthy background.

What he was introducing to the other was not incorrect. Recently, this style of wooden sculpture is indeed very popular in Neum, and it does indeed possess master-level craftsmanship.

Except for the price, he quoted an extra "0".

Originally planning to make a big profit, he didn’t expect the offer seemed to scare him off, turning quickly without bargaining.

Unable to help shaking his head in regret:

"Should have quoted nineteen gold, there would still be profit."

In front of him, suddenly there were footsteps again.

He saw the middle-aged adventurer who had been lingering in the shop, not buying anything.

Now, after the black-haired young man had left, he actually walked straight to the counter.

And in his arms, he held the wooden sculpture which Farrello had offered at an inflated price.

"Boss, can this be cheaper?"

"Sure thing, sure thing!"

Farrello quickly stood up, eagerly greeting.

...

Curiosity is not always a good thing for adventurers.

Unlike those legendary epics concocted by Minstrels.

The cries for help at night outside the camp are most likely not from a lost, troubled princess; and the old, quaint chest suddenly appearing by the roadside is very likely a mimic planning to make you its meal.

As the time in this profession grows longer, Xia Nan’s understanding deepens.

He already sensed the danger and suspicion of the wooden sculpture, even the ambiguous description on the attribute panel, subtly warning him.

Of course, he wouldn’t linger in the general store, let alone spend money to buy such an ominous thing.

Acting as if he hadn’t seen it, making haste to escape, was the best choice.

Successfully leaving "Fairy Wind", walking along a bustling street.

Xia Nan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Recalling his attribute panel that had played a significant role in pulling him from the illusion back to reality.

"[Sheep Deer Statue], no item level."

"[Introduction] is too vague to understand."

"However, this [Note]..."

...

Note:

Ef’tisuu...Hai’lot’vhu...Vurahkia...

...

Unlike previous specialties or equipment panels, those with varying styles akin to famous quotes.

The note for the [Sheep Deer Statue] is a disordered string of characters, challenging to comprehend.

Oddly, it is not meaningless byte symbols from rolling one’s face over the keyboard.

Upon careful inspection, it indeed possesses some pattern.

Xia Nan tightly closed his mouth, recalling the note bytes from the panel in his heart, yet under the drive of some lingering influence, instinctively muttering it.

"Er-F’tisu... Hailuo..."

Not sure which language it is, it feels intensely exotic, with thick and sluggish pronunciation, using guttural and repeated syllables, accompanied by irregular pauses.

As his thoughts flowed.

Suddenly Xia Nan felt his perspective detach from his body, upward, seeing himself amidst the crowd, armed with dual swords, stiffly stepping.

Like peering through a peephole in a security door, with objects on both sides dimmed and distorted, only his central body expanded.

It seemed some invisible presence, gazing from afar, was searching...

Buzz—

Xia Nan awoke abruptly.

Just muttering two bytes, he realized this behavior was not his intention.

His forehead, already drenched in cold sweat.

Although already left from the general store, the wooden sculpture seemed to retain minimal influence, prompting the mutter of the note.

Fortunately, he promptly responded under the influence of the attribute panel, avoiding deep immersion.

Like mist in Mist Forest, once distanced, such influence became rootless and dissipated quickly.

Also because he merely muttered, without audible voice, recognizing the anomaly promptly and forcibly halting further utterance.

The eerie sensation of being watched by the invisible presence was fleeting, vanishing like an illusion with no further impact.

Dared not to think further, burying all memories including the statue’s appearance and note deep within his mind.

Until his soul regained tranquility, his previously tense body finally relaxed.

In this world, bearing supernatural power, with real Divine entities observing from the sky.

Some words are truly daring not to be said, nor can they be.

Otherwise, who knows whether after speaking, a divine punishment would strike in the next second.

Xia Nan even speculated the note might be a blasphemous language he was unaware of.

Luckily his reaction was quick.

Otherwise, it might bring disaster.

His feet paused, lively chatter came from ahead.

In sight, fully armed adventurers walked by, with River Valley Town’s adventurer association, its Mist Forest style, resembling a giant treehouse.

Feeling inadvertently relieved.

Xia Nan stepped towards the association’s entrance.

...

...

Adventurer Association, lobby reception.

Moli still sat listlessly behind the counter, just like always.

"Thunk!"

A bloody, spoils-filled pouch was tossed onto the table, yet no figure was visible in front.

A hint of reddish-brown scalp along the table’s edge was barely noticeable.

"I’ve written complaints for almost five years, won’t your branch consider lowering the reception window a bit?"

A dull voice resonating like a bell came from below.

"I used to work at Dumb Iron Castle for several years, the adventurer association there wasn’t like yours, even accommodating the stoutest Dwarf..."

"Fifteen goblins, that totals five gold coins, five silver coins, and five copper coins." Moli placed the money pouch on the table, interrupting the Dwarf’s complaints.

"I’m sure Dumb Iron Castle’s association also received many Half orc adventurer’s complaints, if they know how to write..."

"Ding!"

"Next."

The brain habitually blocked out the voice fading into the distance, fingertips lingering with the goblin’s stinky blood scent, Moli exhaustedly pressed the bell.

She glanced at the sky outside the main gate, estimating several more hours before the shift ended, lowered her head again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Walked near footsteps were audible ahead.

Yet the imagined spoil-stuffed pouch, streaked with blood, reeking of decay, sometimes even crawling with maggots, hadn’t landed on the table.

"Newcomer?"

Moli frowned slightly, instinctively raised her head, looking ahead.

Appearing in view was a sharp-featured young adventurer with black hair and eyes.

His back silhouetted by the harsh doorway sunlight, the chain armor iron rings reflected a cold metallic gleam.

And that indescribably unique aura, akin to professional adventurers, sets him apart from ordinary adventurers.

"Hello, if I want to go to the Association Second Floor, should I register here?"

His words were received by her brain, transformed within milliseconds into comprehensible meaning.

Whoosh—

Moli’s previously limp body slouched on the table abruptly straightened.

The golden short hair on her cheeks swung wildly, her eyes sparking with invisible light.

"Business opportunity!"

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