Two days have passed since that bloody battle in the mountains.

Griffith returned to the town of Izmir with the town's militiamen, and after a brief inquiry, rented a farmhouse for the time being.

The militia in the villages and towns suffered heavy casualties, and this was no longer a simple goblin attack. Coupled with the fact that the dead body was brought back to life, the case would be classified under the list of dark magic cases that needed to be taken seriously, and finally reported to the Magic Association.

The official extraordinaries have arrived, and they will take over the investigation of the incident. This morning, Griffith needed to go to the town hall to make a face-to-face report.

By the sink sat cleaned armor. The damaged chain mail was no longer in the way after a simple repair in the town, but the leather armor worn on the outside was so badly damaged that it became even more ugly after barely repairing it.

Griffith had to pay seven silver lang in addition to the cost of the repair, and had the tinker paint the leather armor with black paint. After paying for repairs, paint, house rent, and food, there were only three silver bills left in the already scarce money bag, and there was not even enough money for the journey.

Life after leaving the battlefield was not easy at all. Griffith couldn't help but be a little nervous, and began to look forward to when the town would be able to hand out the mission reward.

"Good morning," Galadia poked her head out of her room, greeting briskly to the midshipman standing in the courtyard in the warm morning sun, "Did you sleep well last night? ”

"Well, I'll leave later," said the midshipman, dressed in a modest shirt, and carrying a bucket into the tank, "by the way, how is your mission?"

What kind of magical item did the elves need to investigate for themselves?What did the raiders use rare monsters like goblins and living corpses to hunt her for?When she came out of the goblin lair, Galadia didn't seem to have anything......

"Hmm~ still-okay-right," the elf watched inexplicably as the midshipman put down the bucket, picked up an axe and began chopping wood, "What are you doing here?"

"As you can see, chopping wood. Griffith tilted his head.

So what do you chop wood for in the morning...... Galadia looked at the cleaned courtyard, the filled water tank, and the pile of wood: "Why are you helping the landlady sweep the floor, chop wood, and carry water...... Didn't we pay for it?"

"Shouldn't it?" the midshipman looked back with wide eyes, "after all, we're staying at someone's house. ”

"It shouldn't be!" Galadia walked out as she rubbed her long black hair, approaching Griffith and looking at him, "I see! Actually, you're brownie!"

"What is this?"

"That's the snail girl!"

"What is this?"

......

During the battle to rescue the village and clear the goblins, more than thirty or forty militiamen, including the militia captains of the villages of Izmir and Manisa, were killed, and ten of them were killed by the goblin trolls.

Most of the Goblins' Heads are counted in Griffith's name, and the total rewards after settlement are ......

14 gold florins and 10 silver francs.

This is the bounty for the 146 Goblins, 1 Goblin Shaman, and 1 Goblin Troll he killed. The goblin bounty is 7 gold florins and 6 silver langs, the goblin shaman is 2 gold coins, and the troll battle result reward is 5 gold coins.

Some of the goblins were supposed to be the result of the Manisa villagers, but they were all transported back by Griffith without making a claim.

The town's accountant watched as the apprentice knight counted two bounties, and then walked out with the door in silence. Griffith was left to sit face-to-face with an investigator.

This man doesn't seem to be in a high order, and he's getting older. Normally, a case of black magic requires the cooperation of more than two investigators, but I don't know why only one of them came.

"Well, do you have anything else to add?" asked the investigator as he slowly flipped through the detailed report.

Griffith replied, "I suspect this is not a demon attack on the village, but a conspiracy against Miss Galadia, and the mastermind chose the evil and manipulable creatures of goblins and living corpses, presumably to eliminate as many clues as possible from the investigation, and to avoid signs of ambush by the elves and her people." ”

After the battle, Griffith thought carefully about the events before and after. If you want to hunt down the lone Garadya, hiring a group of extraordinary people to ambush it is the most effective way.

However, prophecy and divination often detect these telltale signs. Not to mention that the elves are the relatives of the moon gods, and ordinary ambushes are easily detected by their keen inspiration.

If it were me who carried out the hunt, then I would try to involve Galadia in a large-scale incident and hide the real target of the attack...... Griffith's mind turned, unconsciously conceiving an evil plan.

Wait, what am I doing!?After a few moments, Griffith suddenly sensed his malice and hurriedly stopped his evil thoughts.

At the thought of the elf's graceful and beautiful figure, the apprentice knight felt that his idea was too ridiculous. He subconsciously pulled his collar and sat up straight.

The investigator was unaware and continued to flip through the report.

"I think it's necessary to investigate in detail the social connections of the mage's apprentice Isis, who doesn't have the ability to create goblins and living corpses," Griffith steadied and continued, "Also, I request to investigate Miss Galadia's information. Even if she was the real target, all the casualties in the incident were humans. ”

"Okay," the investigator said noncommittally, "it will be investigated, but we don't have enough people." There are a lot of evil things that are flowing into the interior from the east. ”

Griffith hurriedly said, "I will go north along the Eastern Avenue, please send an announcement to the extraordinary people along the way." ”

"I know," the investigator said, closing the report with a blank face, "disband, Squad Leader II." ”

......

With the reward from the town, Griffith headed to the town's tavern. He and the elf were there to discuss the distribution of the prize.

The heavy purse has a familiar feel. When he was on the Eastern Front, Griffith had a few times of a lot of money, but he couldn't keep his savings. All sorts of expensive physique-enhancing potions and herbs, personal weapons and armor, contraband, and other expenses would soon drain the soldiers' wallets.

"Take your part," Griffith shoved the glittering gold and silver coins in front of the elves, "thanks to your archery, otherwise the battle against the goblin trolls would not have been won." We are half a point. ”

"Actually, I hate the smell of human currency~" Galadia pushed most of the money back, leaving only one gold coin in her hand, "Aren't you going to Bayeran? This is to be your reward for your help to me. Are you really just a Trainee Knight Squad Leader?"

"No doubt," Griffith replied, "Sequence 9." ”

"A low-level non-commissioned officer of a human race, who can't use magic, can kill so many goblins at once, and can also kill a goblin troll~ This is unreasonable!

"My weapons and armor are almost damaged, and the loss is huge. Griffith felt distressed when he thought about the money he had spent.

"Don't mention your broken equipment," Galadia shook her head, "what are you going to do when you go to Bayeran?"

"Report to Earl Lamour, I'm Shultral, and I'm going to attend Holmonworth in the fall," Griffith counted the gold and silver coins again with a brisk face, "and I can escort you for a ride if you're going somewhere else." ”

"Aha, Hormonwaltz, hello, classmate!" Galadia raised her eyebrows happily, "I'm also enrolled in the fall, we can travel together!" Remember to rent a carriage. ”

Watching the elf put on his cloak and walk out of the tavern, Griffith's mood brightened. It's unbelievable that something so pleasant is happening.

......

Izmir is a well-connected seaport town with cargo ships and merchants from all directions. Here, they trade goods, replenish supplies, and then embark on their journey.

But today's Izmir is particularly lively. Griffith's never seen brightly colored ribbons adorned the shops along the street, and the shopkeepers and clerks seemed to have brought out their best clothes to dress themselves. Far from being gloomy by the deaths and injuries of the goblins in the battle, the town became beautiful overnight.

What kind of holiday is it?

"It's good that you're okay, Mr. Trainee Knight!" Some familiar pleasant voices immediately sounded, and the tall Qianying, the hostess who had introduced Griffith to the task, was circling among the full crowd of customers, serving them large glasses of ale. She suddenly spotted Griffith, who was sitting by the window, and ran over cheerfully.

"I've heard that you sacrificed a lot to exterminate the goblins, and I'm worried that you've suffered a misfortune like the captain. It's great that you're back safely. ”

Before Griffith could thank the hostess for her concern, the tavern manager was already shouting at the other end of the bar.

"Tina, serve the gentlemen at that table!"

"Here we are!" the hostess smiled like a flower, and Lara Griffith's arm pointed to him at the large barrel by the bar, "Why don't you come and sit down for a while!

"Well, well," Griffith nodded, "a glass of ale, is there any holiday in town today?"

Griffith's question has just been revealed. Outside the tavern, there was a stirring horn.

Then came the second horn.

As the third horn sounded, a tidal wave of cheers swept through the city.

"Eastern Legion Atana has won a big victory!"

"The war is over!"

"Master Wang will return in triumph in the near future!"

Bursts of cheers resounded in the sky. The guests in the tavern cheered and congratulated each other with their glasses raised.

The war is over!

Griffith, who had returned from the front line one step earlier, felt a sense of unreality.

It didn't take long for the sacrifice of Christa, Golona, and many familiar friends. And in the past few days since he left the front line, he is still rolling in blood with goblins and living corpses.

"Will you go to Beyeland for the Triumph?" said Tina, darling back, shoving a large glass of ale into Griffith's hand.

"I was ordered to return to Bayeran, but I don't know if I will attend the triumph. "The midshipman hasn't come out of his mind yet.

"That's good!" Tina was already infected by the joyous atmosphere, and she looked out the window at the jubilant crowd, "I am going to go to Baierlan to find my cousin, he has a tavern there, and after the abolition of the food ration after the war, business will be very good!"

"Really?" Griffith didn't expect the girl to go to a distant capital, "it's a long way to get there, and it's not safe for you to be alone." ”

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the great King Mark Aurelius Antony Augustus and the invincible Eastern Legion!"

The guests in the tavern cheered, jumped on the table and raised their glasses to drink. Shouts of joy drowned out Tina's voice for a few seconds.

"Hey, what's not safe!" said Tina as the guests in the bar hugged each other and sang and danced in a mess, and she put her arm on the shoulder of the midshipman and said confidently, "You set out from Baieran, fought a battle at the end of the world, and then went back the way you came." Now that the battle is over, I can't even get a quarter of the way from here, and I just have to wait a while for a regular sailboat to ride!