In the dilapidated wooden house, beside the stone-clad fireplace, the orange-red flames are like dancers at the festival, jumping incessantly. A dark iron pot was placed on the flame, and the tongue of fire licked the bottom of the pot, making the pot gurgle and gurgling. Obviously, something was simmering in the pot, and the aroma of food spread.

Barrett subconsciously sniffed and sniffed, and instantly distinguished the ingredients in the pot in his mind: it was salted dried meat stewed with mushrooms, turnips, and a small number of artichoke petals, and some rye beer.

Jerky is pork jerky, and there should be some lizard meat and ......

Barrett frowned, damn it, goblin meat! 'Amy the Butcher' this guy mixed in the goblin meat and sold it again. Haven't you had enough of the lesson of breaking 3 ribs last time? Are the adventurers in 'Bay of Pigs' all pigs? But pigs have a very good sense of smell!

Barrett has always been proud of his sense of smell, and of course, his sense of hearing and sight. As a veteran adventurer who has been in the Bay of Pigs for more than ten years and has not lost his life, these are the fundamentals of his life.

"I was harassed by the 'hammerhead shark' today!" said the girl who added wood to the fireplace to Barrett, "He soiled my dress!You know, this is my favorite dress, and the only one I have!!"

'Hammerhead shark'?" Barrett thought in his mind. The image of a strong man who was not inferior to him in the degree of burly figure came into his mind.

Names don't mean anything in 'Bay of Pigs', there are too many people coming here and more people dying. No one bothered to memorize the names of those who were dying, and three 'Andrews' were less impressive than one 'Dragon Slayer'. So unless they are particularly familiar, adventurers are mostly more accustomed to calling each other by nicknames.

"You should teach him a hard lesson, hard!" the girl walked over to the iron pot, picked up the wooden spoon, and swung it forward vigorously, as if she were a skilled knight, "Just hit him his stinky face, and it would be better to knock his nose crooked, so that he knows that I, Rey, am not easy to mess with!"

When the girl had finished speaking, she turned to look at Barrett, and when she saw that the barbarian adventurer had not responded to her, she said in a tone full of sarcasm, "You can't be afraid of him, are you?" ”

'Aubrey the hammerhead shark', Barrett knew this man, and was a little famous among adventurers. As for fear, Barrett has been in the Bay of Pigs on and off for more than a decade, and has never been afraid of anyone, except the mage. After all, it is the master of this continent and the most powerful force in the entire multiverse.

As for 'Hammerhead Shark', Barrett believes he can easily finish him off with one hand with his eyes closed. This is not arrogance, but full confidence in one's own strength.

But even so, the barbarian adventurer did not want to agree to the girl's request. The girl has some ...... Well, how to put it, some of them are not very worry-free. In the proverb of Barrett's hometown, it is 'the cat with the heart of a dragon'.

He looked away from his sword: "You should wear trousers and leather armor, not this revealing skirt." Those were the first words he had spoken since the girl had come into the house.

"Do you want to take another axe or a sword to defend yourself?" retorted the girl, pinching her waist, "and to take a dagger and scratch some scars on your own face, just like you?" she tilted her chin and looked down hard at the brute in front of her, who was no shorter than her even when she sits, with a kind of female pride on her face.

I don't have a scar on my face. Barrett thought to herself, her face tattooed and her scar in her throat. But he didn't want to correct the mistakes in the girl's words.

Women are always troublesome, and Barrett regrets saving the girl in the first place. No, not to save her, I just stumbled upon her in the wild, along with two eager goblins.

Two goblins and a girl, the goblin has a stick and a stone, but the girl has a sharpened dagger. Place your bets and see who makes it to the end.

Barrett is not a good bet, so he didn't bet. He just stepped forward and swung his sword at random, driving the goblin away like a fly, and the girl had been with him ever since.

The girl's name is Rey, which the girl herself told Barritt, and as for whether the name is true, it is not for the barbarian adventurer to know. And whether 'Rey' is a surname or a first name, Barrett also does not know. In fact, he knew very little about the girl. I don't know why she followed her.

Barrett had asked Rye this question, and the girl's answer was 'Between being the miller's third wife and leaving my hometown for an adventure, I chose the latter'.

No, that's not the answer. You can leave your hometown and take an adventure, which I did when I was 19, but that doesn't explain why you should follow me, is following me an adventure in itself?

Well, that's kind of a reason for the past.

Barrett's silence gave the girl a victorious smugness, a haughty expression like a white goose patrolling her 'territory' in the fence.

"If I knew how to use a sword, I would cut off that man's nose with my own hands, that guy doesn't deserve sympathy!" she waved the wooden spoon in her hand again, "If I were king, I would enact a law to hang all bad guys like 'hammerhead sharks' on the gallows!"

From punching your nose crooked, to cutting it off, to going to the gallows, this time did not exceed 5 breaths. If you are a king, you must be a very efficient king, and a generous "king". Of course, it is not gold coins that you are generous with, but the death penalty. Barrett thought to herself.

"Then your gallows will not be enough, my Queen. Barrett mocked, "Half of them will be sent to hell by you, and the other half will take up arms against you." ”

"Will you protect me, then?"

"No, if there was a day, I would have been hung on the gallows by you. Besides, I'm not your knight. ”

"I can pardon your sins and make you my knight. The girl smiled and raised the spoon flat, pointing it to Barrett's shoulder.

The spoon should be in the pot, and the girl should be at home, or in a tavern, or in bed...... But Barrett didn't do that, even if the girl had hinted at it.

If she had become *** instead of a queen, maybe I would. But now, no. Pleasure should happen in the form of a transaction, and it should not be associated with liability, it should not!

He looked up at the girl again, her burgundy hair shining like flames. If I were a grumpy bull, I would have been bumped into it by that provocative color, but I wasn't, he thought.

Maybe I should teach Hammerhead a lesson, but not for her, but so that she doesn't nag in front of me.

Ryan scooped the soup and vegetables from the pot into a wooden bowl with a wooden spoon, and sliced the rye bread with a dagger, "Eat, my knight. Your mouth can't be used to communicate or kiss, but at least it can eat......"

I have to say that the girl's craftsmanship is not bad, although the soup is not thick, but the stew is just right, in the early spring is still a little cold weather to drink a sip, you feel a kind of warmth from the heart can pour all over the body.

Barrett dipped rye bread in the soup, and picked out a piece of soft salted jerky from the soup and threw it into the fire. It was a piece of goblin meat, Barrett could tell, and he didn't eat goblin meat.

"You shouldn't waste food. Ryan frowned, "Not to mention it's still a chunk of meat." ”

"That's goblin meat!" explained the brute.

"What about goblin meat?" the girl asked rhetorically, "Those green bad guys are no different from the monsters and monsters in the forest, and they won't spoil their stomachs if they eat them." You're so squeamish!" she looked a little disdainful.

No, it's different, Barrett thought to himself, but he didn't want to argue. Goblins are an intelligent race, and there was once a glorious civilization. The intelligent races should not feed each other.

When Barrett was younger, he had read a book called The Last Goblin. There is no author of the book, and there is no date of first publication, only the date of printing of each country at the time of reprinting. And who wrote the book and when, no one knows.

However, those who have read this book believe that its author should be a goblin, and the time when it was written should be the moment when the goblin civilization is dying.

Barrett still remembers the words on the title page of the book:

"I am the last goblin, and after me, the goblin civilization will officially die.

In the future, other races may not use the measure word 'bit' when calling goblins.

Instead, it might be 'head', 'strip' or 'only'.

But either way, it's the fate of the goblin race itself.

- I would like to warn those civilizations that still exist with this book."

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