I am the Enchantress!

The aroma of authentic Karatu tobacco filled the air above the woodland, announcing the team's victory.

Fifteen ordinary goblins, plus one uncommon goblin priest.

Normally, the reward is at least ten gold coins.

However, the original team that took on this mission has been completely wiped out. If they return to the association with the loot, the Cyrion team will inevitably have to undergo a lengthy investigation and verification, during which their adventure badges will be sealed.

Furthermore, since they don't have a registration form for goblin quests, their rewards will inevitably be significantly reduced.

After weighing his options, Cyrion decided not to take the goblin's left ear.

In the end, they only found a dozen or so low-quality gems, a few dozen silver coins, and a few copper coins on the goblin's corpse.

All together, it's less than one gold medal.

"Damn! I almost went insane because of that priest, and in the end it was just a tiny bit of meat."

Gru angrily piled up the scattered goblin corpses, which Wilder then burned with grease and burning hands.

It is said that the association is extremely inefficient. If they really seal away Cyril's badge, they will probably starve for the next six months.

"We were really unlucky. Goblins are notoriously poor, otherwise we could have found some treasures to make ends meet."

Cyrion smiled helplessly. "Fortunately, no one was injured. We didn't gain much, but we didn't lose much either."

Wilder, who had just unleashed the Burning Hand, nodded in agreement.

Although he didn't think so.

Not much to show for it?

He gazed at the swirling air above the raging flames and slowly opened the system panel.

Name: Wilder

[Class]: Mage

[Level]: Lv3 (480/1000)

(490/1000)

(510/1000)

(530/1000)

……

Each ordinary goblin grants 10 experience points, and a goblin priest grants 120. The total is 150 experience points.

The harvest was plentiful.

Ok.

I leveled up by myself.

I have 470 experience points left. After four more difficult quests, I should be able to level up.

"Wild".

A hand suddenly patted his shoulder, startling him.

His steps were light, his breath faint, and he moved like a ghost.

Joffrey.

"How did you spot that goblin priest?"

"Oh, I figured that out."

Wilder blinked, the light screen disappeared, and he revealed a sincere yet somewhat smug innocent smile.

"The range of the evil speech spell is about fifty feet. I was standing on the outermost edge and I was still hit, which means that the caster used me as the furthest casting point to hide himself."

"There was a bush about fifty feet away from me, so I guessed it was hiding there, and I was right."

Joffrey nodded, seemingly understanding, "So you rely on arithmetic. No wonder you're a mage..."

"Uh... sort of." Wilder scratched his head.

This feeling is like knowing the standard answer in advance and then trying to force a logical connection to it – it makes you feel uneasy.

……

After resting, the team set off back to Tiewen Town.

Nothing unexpected happened on the way. Wilder and his companions didn't see Joffrey waiting for them until they reached the town gate.

The team passed through the old gate as the warm twilight descended just in time.

The smooth, clean stone path gleamed in the setting sun, making every step feel reassuring and secure.

"I'm back!"

Gru stretched. "Want to grab a drink after we finish the mission?"

"No, thank you," Joffrey declined. "Alcohol will impair my alertness."

"Brother, you don't smoke or drink, you don't look like a vagabond at all." Gru glanced at him.

"Do you know any other vagrants?" Joffrey asked.

"I met two at the tavern," Gru recalled. "One was hacked to death in the street by his enemies, and the other..."

"Dead too?"

"No, he should be doing quite well."

"should?"

"That guy stole my purse while I was drunk. How could I possibly be doing badly?"

Gru blew on his beard, his face full of resentment. "There are five gold coins in there! Five!"

"Hahaha," Joffrey laughed. "Interesting."

"Where's Wilder? Want a drink?" Gru turned to him.

"I'm not going either."

Wilder shook his head. "The people who evaluate novice mages are coming back tomorrow. I need to prepare."

You can do it.

Cyrion had intended to offer some advice as a mid-level warrior.

But the monk's assessment was an interview, which he knew nothing about. After struggling for a long time, he could only manage to squeeze out, "Don't be nervous."

"Thanks, Captain." Wilder nodded in thanks.

"Cyrion, looks like it'll just be the two of us drinking. Let's head to the Wild Wolf Tavern..."

"Gru, is that so?"

Cyrion interrupted him, "I made plans with Martha tonight to eat at a family restaurant run by halflings. I heard their apple pie is especially authentic."

"Huh? You're not going either?" Gru slapped his forehead. "And all for a woman!"

"What, you'd rather I reject you for a man?" Cyrion shrugged.

"Then let's not do it, dwarves can't stand that."

The group chatted as they walked, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Adventurers' Guild.

As usual, Cyrion went to Martha's counter and placed the Shark Lizard's main tooth, leather armor, and forepaws on the counter, handing them over along with the mission registration form.

"Is that all?" Martha asked.

"right."

"Thank God," Martha joked, "at least you guys didn't have an accident this time."

"Hmm...we'll talk about this later."

Martha glanced at him, but didn't ask any further questions. She lowered her head to calculate her payment.

"The fixed reward is ten gold coins, the leather armor is four gold coins, and the forepaws are two gold coins, totaling sixteen gold coins. Is there a problem?"

"Absolutely no problem."

It was even more than he had expected.

Martha handed the purse full of money to Cyril, then turned to Wilde.

"Wild, I have good news for you."

"Huh? What good news?"

Could it be that she and Cyril are getting married?

I wonder if the concept of giving money as a gift actually exists in this world...

"Cas is dead."

Martha said, enunciating each word clearly.

Wilder's head buzzed for a moment.

Is this fucking good news?

However, thanks to his acting skills, he quickly managed his facial expressions, presenting an extremely shocked look.

"Dead? How did he die?"

"They were burned to death, probably because they ran into enemies; their bones were crushed to dust."

"Uh...died in our town?" he asked.

"Are you stupid? Who would make a move here?"

Martha waved her hand, thinking Wilder was being far too naive. "Of course he died in the border forest."

"I see."

Wilder nodded, as if he had just come to understand this.

"What kind of good news is this?" Cyrion didn't understand. "Do you two have a grudge against that Cass?"

Martha then realized that Cyrion was unaware of the matter, so she briefly recounted the incident between Wilde and Cass that day.

"I see."

Cyrion understood.

"Don't tell anyone else about this."

He lowered his voice, "Although Wilder is unlikely to kill anyone, it would still be troublesome if the association were to investigate him."