A palatial private manor inside the Green Leaf Fortress, where most of the noble children and officers gather and relax, and there are at least hundreds of elite soldiers armed to the teeth as guards, and they will not hesitate to hack anyone who trespasses here.

"It's a bit boring!"

Scott, an officer of the aristocracy, was lazily lying on the table and drinking a small drink, while looking at the dancing crowd in the hall rather boredly.

"It's boring, but Scott, do you dare to go out and have fun after that incident?"

Another noble officer sitting on the side sneered with a little disdain after hearing this.

Scott suddenly closed his mouth, he was there when the goblin cubs who had been bitten by snakes for ten years and were afraid of the well rope, and were brought into the fortress by those mentally retarded people with pitted brains attacked humans.

Almost, he was just like another more unlucky nobleman, the officer Dacro, who was killed by a few ordinary goblins because he drank too much wine.

Fortunately, the weapons that the goblins slashed him were stolen casually, which allowed him to pick up a small life that also fell in a pool of blood, which is why he would be extremely firm as a representative of the hardliners at the beginning to refuse the request of some other noble children, insisting on throwing those mentally retarded goblin cubs with broken hands and feet to the goblin cubs they brought into the fortress, watching them shed blood and tears in pain and interrupted their breath.

As a child of a nobleman for more than ten years, Scott has never robbed the people's daughters like those crumbling children, and ordinary people inadvertently offended him, and he never got angry, because he thought that as a nobleman, he had to have the demeanor of an aristocracy, and as long as the unintentional offense was not too much, it would not be investigated.

However, he was a greedy and fearful of death after all, and he was seriously injured and almost hung up, not to mention that there was one thing he had always wanted to hide, and that was that his function as a male was abolished under the goblin's knife.

This made him completely devastated, but some people will explode in silence, and some people will only die in silence, unfortunately as an instigation, he killed into the Green Leaf Forest and used the Goblin King's head to sacrifice his lost male function, this ambition only lasted less than half a day, and he was defeated by the danger inside the imaginary Green Leaf Forest.

obediently instigated in the Emerald Club opened by the officers who were also noble children, and lived a life of drunken dreams, and did not want to let the guards follow from a distance as before, not allowed to get too close, and then ran to the tavern to drink while hooking up with those little girls who had just stepped into the ranks of adventurers.

Therefore, he pouted casually at the ridicule of the noble officer next to him, and he didn't care, it was also coercion, fifty steps to laugh and a hundred steps were interesting, enough to plant a girl next time he went to the street not to bring a dozen soldiers armed to the teeth as guards, then he was called admiration.

A heavily armed soldier walked straight towards him, which made Scott feel a little confused, there should be no one in his acquaintance who needs to communicate with him through the guards, the people he knows are basically the children of the nobility, and the children of the nobility, everyone is the children of the nobility, although there is a slight gap in status, but there is something not to call the people who are also the children of the nobility to come to find but the guards guarding the outside, then it is a bit of a mockery.

"Lord Scott, you're being approached by a man and a woman who call themselves Goblin Slayers." The armed soldier walked up to Scott and bowed slightly, and after saying it with respect in his tone, he stood aside and waited for Scott's reply.

"Goblin Slayer!" Scott chewed on the name carefully, and his brain, which had not yet been completely anesthetized by alcohol, quickly reminded him, "Let them in!" ”

That's the name of the man who saved his life when he was stabbed by a goblin, and he was very grateful for it, and according to his memory of the goblin killer, this man was not interested in money, beauty, or power, and the only thing he liked was only one thing, that is, to slaughter goblins, how to slaughter goblins more efficiently, to teach others how to slaughter goblins without letting go while surviving the goblin trap, and how to kill goblins without letting go of a goblin cub.

After he learned some of this man's deeds, he also had to express his admiration, few people could exchange all the income from his work for magic scrolls to fight the goblins like him, if it weren't for that, judging from his efficiency in slaughtering goblins, even if the goblin's head was not very valuable, he would have become a rich man with countless gold coins in his pocket a long time ago.

"What did he ask me for?" After watching the armed soldiers leave, Scott couldn't help but have such a question in his heart, because as far as he knew, the only thing the Goblin Slayer cared about should be only one thing, that is, how to slaughter the Goblin more efficiently, and he also rejected the gratitude he wanted to give him because he was grateful to the Goblin Slayer for saving his life, including official wealth.

Scott's hand that subconsciously knocked on the table suddenly froze in a daze, and he thought of a possibility, since the Goblin Slayer didn't care about wealth and official position, why did he look for him now.

Considering the Goblin Slayer's personality, Scott could only get one possibility, and that was to come for the goblin-related problem.

"Hell, I guess there's another Bad Pen with a hole in the brain and a goblin cub running to the inside of the fortress!" The more Scott thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was very likely, and his face was cloudy and at the same time faintly a little lucky, fortunately he didn't leave here and ran to the street, otherwise if a goblin who escaped again suddenly appeared on his face, he would really be dead.

"The word of mouth of those adventurers is really unreliable." Scott counted the amount of gold coins in his small vault, and seriously considered the picture of Dora and a few people hiring those mages to torture and kill the goblin cubs they brought back, and then broadcast it a few times throughout the city, so that those brainless people who have lost their minds are sober and sober, and by the way, send soldiers to strictly review the adventurers inside the fortress, and never allow similar situations to occur again.

Remembering the scene of being attacked by the goblins at that time, Scott, who had phantom limb pain due to extreme fear, roared wildly in his heart full of resentment, he wanted to live safely, and would never allow another shit situation like this that might endanger his life.