Goblin Dependency-Chapter 697 - 349: Anvil Bee 3

Without a moment’s hesitation, Soldin immediately turned around and sprinted away in the opposite direction.

Under the cover of dusk, the dwarf in full metal armor and the swarm of bees behind him looked like an iron ball rolling through the forest, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

Seeing that Soldin had already led away the majority of the Anvil Bees from the hive, Margaret, who had been waiting nearby, quickly stepped forward.

She held an open empty cloth bag in her left hand and gripped a small, gleaming dagger in her right.

Level 4 Swordsman.

Even though she held an unfamiliar short dagger, her knife skills were still fierce and precise.

In less than a minute.

The hive, almost as large as the torsos of two adults, was neatly cut into pieces.

According to the specific instructions Soldin had emphasized earlier, respecting their customs, Margaret didn’t completely destroy the hive. Instead, she deliberately cut off only the half storing the majority of the honey, leaving the other half, which housed the bee larvae, intact on the tree.

At this point, the plan was successfully executed, leaving only a few finishing touches.

When Xia Nan and Margaret returned to the camp under the night sky, carrying the cloth bag filled with pieces of the hive, the dwarf Soldin was already there, sitting by the campfire, grimacing as he plucked bee stingers from the back of his hand.

Having grown up in the depths of the clan’s mines, this dwarf knew the process of harvesting Anvil Honey very well, and also had some experience in escaping the pursuit of the bee swarm.

Honestly, for professional practitioners of their level, no matter how troublesome the Anvil Bees were, dealing with them was actually quite simple.

Even if it were just Xia Nan, with only a Level 2 Professional Level and not many learned Battle Skills, there would be ten thousand ways to collect the honey.

The real challenge was how to, as they had just done, ensure the survival of the majority of the Anvil Bees while collecting the honey, and still preserve the part of the hive where the larvae resided, allowing the Anvil Bee colony to continue.

Xia Nan understood what Soldin meant, estimating that on one hand, Soldin thought the Anvil Bees were too scarce to be completely destroyed at once, so they could come back to collect honey when they craved it; on the other hand, it was also due to the ancient traditions of their clan of dwarves.

However, since the honey had been successfully collected, Xia Nan didn’t particularly mind. He just thought that after tasting it, if it was as delicious as claimed, he might ask the dwarf about the hive’s recovery time.

Then, at that time, they could come back and collect some more, or perhaps pay to have him reserve a bit for them.

"Hmm... Anyway, this kind of thing doesn’t expire, so I can store a few jars and bring them back as gifts for Barn."

Although he was more robust than a Bichon Goblin, having dwarf bloodline and growing up in the clan grounds, he likely wouldn’t refuse this honey.

Having collaborated many times, their relationship had become very familiar.

Bringing back small gifts for friends after a trip had long been a habit Xia Nan developed in a past life that needed no further explanation.

While contemplating whether to leave some for Adeline and others too, even before the two reached the campfire, several figures waved and walked in from one side.

At the front was Horak, the owner of the caravan, with a kindly smile on his round face, followed by his slim, stern-looking assistant.

Several porters carried steaming iron pots and followed closely behind them with short steps.