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Chapter 31: Godrick's Party (3)
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‘Coins! A hundred!’
The coins that were occasionally donated to it.
Once it accumulated a hundred of them, the Shop would open.
Having learned something new, the Slime asked the system another question.
‘How many do I have now?’
[Current coins acquired: 47. Cumulative coins: 62.]
‘Wow!’
The Shop had not opened yet, but the Slime was happy to learn it was already more than halfway there.
It shared this joy with its viewers.
▷Coins! I got them! I got 10 coins!
▶You got coins?
▶Can you even get coins from that red goblin?
▶Yeah, coin rewards are relative, so it can happen.
▶I miss when I used to earn a fucking ton of coins too.
▶I have to grind my ass off just to earn coins lol
▶Still, ten coins for a goblin is a lot.
[Just Slam Into It]▶Kahahaha! What a satisfying Headbutt, Malangi!
[Threadwork Madam]▶Malangi is always so adorable when excited~.
While the Slime watched the chat, Godric's Party cut off the Scarlet Goblin's ears and put them in a bag.
Other monsters might have body parts worth selling, but goblin bodies had little use.
Still, they could receive a reward by turning in the ears as proof of subjugation.
After returning, Godric's Party placed the bag of goblin ears on the Adventurers' Guild reception counter.
“Here. The proof.”
“You caught quite a few. Please wait a moment.”
One of a receptionist's duties was quickly and accurately counting trophies that also served as proof of extermination.
With three years of experience, she confidently opened the bag to count the goblin ears.
“Huh?”
The moment she opened it, her eyes widened.
“Red ears... Could this be a Scarlet Goblin?”
“That’s right. We ran into it on the way here.”
Godric's answer made the receptionist ask with a grave expression.
“Were there any other goblins near the Scarlet Goblin?”
“No, there weren’t.”
“I see.”
At Godric's answer, the receptionist let out a deep sigh of relief.
“That’s a real relief.”
“What is?”
“It seems the Scarlet Goblin you found had only appeared recently.”
The receptionist set the Scarlet Goblin's ears aside and continued speaking as she counted the remaining ears in the bag.
“Mutant variants like Scarlet Goblins are particularly likely to develop into higher species. And because Scarlet Goblins are stronger, they can more easily gather other goblins into large packs.”
“They’re only...”
“You were going to say they are only goblins, but the most troublesome thing about creatures like Scarlet Goblins is that they reproduce more quickly than other goblins. No, more precisely, they produce many offspring with strong reproductive ability.”
Letting out another relieved sigh, the receptionist spoke with certainty.
“If that Scarlet Goblin had remained alive, there would have been at least two hundred more goblins within a month. This city might have been fine, but the goblins that spread out could have attacked other villages. That’s why it’s fortunate you dealt with it now.”
“I, is that so?”
Realizing they had resolved a more serious situation than expected, Godric glanced at Hawein.
“Ahem, I didn’t know that much either, Boss.”
“Hehe, that goblin, our Tongtong...”
As Def beamed and tried to brag about the Slime, Seugol slapped Def's thigh.
Smack!
“Ow!”
“This Slime did draw that goblin’s attention!”
“Really?”
When the receptionist looked at it with curious eyes, the Slime bounced once on Def's head.
Boing!
‘Goblin! Defeated!’
“I’m glad you all work together better than expected.”
After checking all the goblin ears, the receptionist smiled and handed over their reward.
The Scarlet Goblin was worth the equivalent of twenty ordinary goblins.
It was only around three times stronger, but the reward accounted for its future danger as well.
It was a completely unexpected windfall.
They had practically been handed the Scarlet Goblin on a plate, so it felt like free money had fallen into their laps.
Naturally, Godric's Party broke into smiles when they received more money than expected.
“Seugol, why did you hit me earlier?”
Def asked as they left the guild. Seugol lightly slapped Def's thigh again as he answered.
“Idiot, if you told the truth there, people would get interested in this Slime! What if someone tried to steal it?”
At first, Seugol had looked down on the Slime and wanted to get rid of it because it was annoying.
But things were different now.
‘This thing is way more useful than I thought!’
He had thought it was merely a quick Slime, but it had taken out a Scarlet Goblin, supposedly three times stronger than an ordinary goblin, in one blow.
It had even delivered a powerful tackle that caved in the goblin's face.
At this point, Seugol had no choice but to admit that the Slime was stronger than him.
On top of that, the Slime had earned them an unexpected reward, transforming from an annoyance into someone who benefited the party in many ways.
So Seugol thought it best to eliminate any possibility that someone might covet and take it away.
Even his prickly personality and stubbornness became endlessly flexible in the face of profit.
Godric and Hawein noticed Seugol's thoughts and wore dumbfounded expressions.
“Hehehe, say, gentlemen. Are you thinking about selling the Slime this time...”
“Get lost!”
“Eek! Wh, what’s with that? Why are you suddenly getting angry?”
“Our Tongtong is not for sale to anyone!”
The moment the robed man appeared and asked if they would sell the Slime, Seugol became furious and guarded it, fully accepting the Slime as a party member.
“Wow! Seugol finally called it Tongtong, Boss!”
“Yeah. That’s good.”
“Sniff, I like how honest Seugol is.”
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The Elf Village lay in the center of the Blue Elf Forest.
Nellin, the elven hero also known as the Starlight Archer, was tearing into jerky while checking her bow and arrows at home.
“Munch munch... Ah, there’s fucking nothing to do.”
These days, all she did was wander around the village, hunt animals, and sell them there.
If she had her way, she would have run out of the elf forest and wandered around like she used to.
But the Elder would not allow it.
“Hero Nellin, you must set an example in the village! And haven’t you wandered around enough already?”
As a result, aside from attending the funeral of a companion with whom she had defeated the Disaster, she had not gone anywhere besides the Ludendion estate.
Thanks to that, Nellin was always bored and itching to move.
‘The only fun thing was that Slime. Tch, what a shame.’
That Slime had been strangely unwary and understood speech.
If she had raised it, she would not have been this bored.
But because the Elf Elder had opposed it, Nellin had no choice but to release the Slime into the wild.
‘That Slime really did seem well-behaved...’
As she regretfully continued maintaining her bow, someone knocked on the door.
Knock knock knock.
“Who is it?”
Nellin stopped what she was doing, got up, and opened the front door.
“Lady Nellin, the Elder has summoned you.”
The visitor was an elf who served as the Elder's personal guard.
“Grandma? What for?”
“I was only told that she has something to discuss with you.”
“Really?”
‘What does Grandma want? I haven’t caused any trouble.’
After releasing the Slime into the wild, Nellin believed she had been exceptionally well-behaved.
Other than announcements for regular events, being called to the Elder's house usually meant a scolding, so she could not help finding it strange.
“All right.”
Nellin followed the guard to the Elder's house to hear what she had to say.
“Grandma, you called for me?”
“You have come, Lady Nellin.”
“Why did you call me? I haven’t caused any trouble.”
“I did not call you here to scold you. I have news to share.”
“News? Don’t tell me... Fresia or Kachal died?”
Fresia was nearing seventy in human years, so it was certainly possible.
The dwarf Kachal could easily live another fifty years, but one never knew what might happen in the world, so Nellin asked cautiously.
The Elder shook her head, denying Nellin's worries.
“No, it is not news of a death.”
“Really? Then what is it?”
“A letter has come from Count Ludendion.”
“Ludendion?”
The sudden mention of Ludendion made Nellin even less able to grasp what was happening.
The first thing that came to mind was this.
“Ah, are they asking me to visit the estate again?”
‘That wouldn’t be bad. The meat and liquor I had there were decent, too.’
“No.”
“No? Tch.”
Nellin clicked her tongue, unable to hide her disappointment.
The Elder frowned at Nellin's reaction, but deciding to scold her later, continued speaking.
“This letter contained truly strange news.”
“Strange?”
“It says that Count Ludendion's daughter picked up a Slime.”
“A daughter? He had a daughter at that age?”
“I am not referring to the previous Count Ludendion.”
“Ah, has that son already inherited the title? And he has a daughter too... Well, if you count the years, that makes sense. Wait, a Slime?”
“Yes. A Slime. It says Count Ludendion's daughter found a Slime while passing by in a carriage. Apparently, the Slime was very docile and fond of people.”
“Could it be that Slime?”
“Given the circumstances, I believe it is the Slime you brought to our village.”
“That really happened?”
Nellin had thought that if the Slime was not killed by wild animals, she might run into it again while patrolling someday.
But she had never imagined it would be in Count Ludendion's territory.
“Please read this letter for the details.”
Nellin took the letter the Elf Elder pulled from her robes and began reading it immediately.
Even Nellin could not help being surprised by its contents.
The letter described how the Slime had lived at the estate.
It ate with them at every meal. When they traveled, it sat quietly atop the Count's daughter's head. In the evenings, the Count's daughter personally read books to it.
It also stated that even when they took it outside under the pretense of inspecting the territory, it never became unsettled or rampaged, instead remaining calm.
Though it was docile, they had decided to release it because it was still a monster, persuading the Count's daughter by saying that the Slime was full of curiosity.
Finally, the letter described what had happened when they released it.
After reading that it possessed the strength to defeat twelve goblins alone and had unbelievably used letters to bid the Count's daughter farewell, Nellin looked up at the Elder.
“Grandma.”
“Yes. Since you seem to have finished reading, you understand. That Slime is...”
“We could have just raised it here.”
“You must never let your guard down around... Pardon?”
“I mean, if it was this docile, there would have been no problem raising it in our village. Grandma worried for nothing.”
“What are you saying, Lady Nellin? Did you read it properly? It is a Slime that can even learn letters! I am saying that it could become a threat if it grows stronger in the future! Why would you come to that conclusion?”
“Sigh, there you go again with that bad habit. You only think in the worst possible direction and do not look at anything else.”
“Wh, what did you say?”
Holding the folded letter, Nellin struck it against her palm twice as she spoke.
Tap. Tap.
“A Slime smart enough to learn letters spent a month behaving calmly in the Count's territory. What does that mean? It means it can tell who treats it well.”
“That is...”
“Honestly, if I had raised that Slime, it would have been fun. Anyway, this Slime is no longer in Ludendion Territory, right?”
“That is correct.”
“Hmm.”
She stared quietly at the letter, then grinned.
‘I’d like to meet that Count's daughter who likes that Slime as much as I do.’
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