Goblin Dependency
Chapter 153 - 101: Consideration and Return_2

Chapter 153: Chapter 101: Consideration and Return_2

In just a few words, almost half the tavern heard the "truth" from the dwarf’s mouth.

"Isn’t anyone going to do anything about it?" A young-looking adventurer lowered his voice, seemingly afraid of being overheard, "Those ’lords’ in the castle, even our association... do they just let them run wild like this?"

"Who’s saying no one is doing anything!"

The red-bearded dwarf huffed and glared, his emotion a bit agitated.

"That night I even saw..."

But halfway through his sentence, realizing he’d said too much, he suddenly shut his mouth.

No matter how others tried to provoke, he only kept silent, burying his face in his drink.

Even when pushed to the edge, he’d only spit out some curses, then ramble about unrelated topics.

Behind the bar, "Chapton" silently withdrew his gaze.

Pincing a soft cloth between his fingers, he continued to carefully wipe the glasses.

A few days ago, that dazzling golden radiance erupting from the horizon, he naturally saw it too.

As the owner of the busiest tavern for adventurers in River Valley Town.

Though he rarely engaged in adventurers’ discussions, he silently went about his business.

However, after so many years of managing, he had managed to build some connections.

Yet, regarding the details of what happened in Kalanfor, his "contacts" mostly kept tight-lipped.

This left him knowing not much more than the red-bearded dwarf at the moment.

And if one wanted to truly gather intelligence...

Chapton’s hand suddenly paused, his gaze instinctively glanced towards the left side of the bar, at the black-haired young man scooping soup.

A scene from the morning two days ago flashed through his mind.

He remembered that at that time, he had just dealt with the boisterous patrons who had raised a ruckus all night, yawning and planning to change shifts.

A figure with dual swords on his back walked straight through the tavern door.

Though he didn’t look particularly tired, based on the bloodstains on the tattered armor, and his travel-worn appearance.

It was evident he had just experienced a dangerous mission.

Nearing the city, to be safe, resting a night in the wild and continuing in the morning, cautious adventurers like this weren’t uncommon;

Returning to the city without rushing to repair equipment, instead opting to rest at the inn first, adventurers like this were also common.

But for some reason, the instinct developed over years of managing a tavern as its owner led Chapton to inadvertently connect this young adventurer named "Xia Nan" with the nighttime explosion of brilliance from days ago.

Maybe...

"Boss, another bowl of mushroom soup over here."

The call from the front pulled Chapton back to reality from his thoughts.

"Alright!"

He reflexively wiped the glass in his hand a couple more times before putting it back in the cabinet and heading to the kitchen.

Xia Nan naturally didn’t know the other person’s thoughts.

And even if Chapton really asked, he could only gloss over the issue.

After all, Xia Nan didn’t fully understand the whole picture of what happened in Kalanfor.

He could only roughly guess that it was related to the barbarian Frogon and some powerful entity he was tracking.

The image of that night, akin to a large bomb explosion, even a mushroom cloud, appeared unbidden in his mind, causing him to mutter.

Despite knowing the existence of "Divine," and thus having some expectations for the transcendent power levels of this world in his heart.

In hindsight, he still greatly underestimated it.

Citing his interactions and communications with the barbarian along the way, the other party should not have reached the pinnacle of this world’s pyramid, the "Legendary," rather he remained in the "Transcendent" tier.

Even so, the aftershocks of their battle destroyed half the town.

Then going further up, the battles between those Legendary figures, or even "God Wars"...

Wouldn’t they be comparable to a nuclear war?

"Thud."

The steaming cream of mushroom soup was placed on the table by the waiter.

Xia Nan gently shook his head, no longer concerning himself with matters that were still far from him.

He grasped the spoon, scooping up a mouthful of soup into his mouth.

Feeling the fresh and sweet taste lingering on his tongue.

It seemed that his heart, which had been fluctuating due to various encounters lately, had gradually calmed down.

At the same time, ever since returning to River Valley Town two days ago, a certain apprehension lurking in his mind began to manifest itself.

The image before him was of the barbarian clad in a wolf fur cloak, walking alone towards Kalanfor.

After returning, he had spent a considerable amount of time contemplating whether to report his experiences to the association.

It wasn’t that he was overthinking it, but he felt the matter was far from being as simple as it seemed.

Firstly, it must be noted.

The adventurer association, a behemoth spanning countless Kingdoms, with branches spread across the entire Aifala Continent, and even continually expanding further afield.