Goblin Dependency
Chapter 77 - 77 53 Tim_3

77: Chapter 53 Tim_3 77: Chapter 53 Tim_3 As a former adventurer with extensive battle experience against numerous demons.

Even if I didn’t set foot into the Mist Forest, just within this not-so-dangerous town.

There were still plenty of jobs I could do.

But, after so many years of decadence, the sharpness honed by bathing in demon blood and fighting to the death had long since worn away.

Even with the clothes bought with the money saved by my wife, which were still quite decent.

The aura of decay on him, and the well-known reputation in the relevant circles.

Had led to Tim being repeatedly rejected.

As dusk fell, the sky gradually darkened.

Tim walked home alone, looking weary.

He knew that with his current situation, finding a job with a satisfying salary would not be easy.

It would not be a matter of a day or two before there would be progress.

But…

Recalling those few people just now, their cold faces when they rejected him.

Tim couldn’t help but grit his teeth, bitterly thinking:

“What sort of airs were they putting on in front of me?

Ten years ago, I…”

“Money, is it just about money?”

“Back in my day, I came back with over 10 gold after a single mission!”

He was lost in his own fantasy, yet his legs seemed to carry some sort of muscle memory.

Following the deepest desires of his heart.

Step by step…

When Tim came to his senses, he was already standing before that familiar door.

Warm, bright light, accompanied by intoxicating scent of wine and noise, flowed through the cracks in the door.

In a daze, with an indescribable emotion swirling deep in his eyes.

Subconsciously, he raised his hands and slowly pushed the door open.

…

In a neatly cleaned room, yet appearing somewhat awkward due to the sparse furnishings inside.

His wife looked out the window at the sky that had completely darkened.

On the distant street, the figure that should have come home long ago did not appear, as it always hadn’t.

She lowered her head, no longer sighing.

Just quietly packing up the luggage.

“Beth, have you packed all your clothes?”

“All packed, Mom!

But Dad, he…”

“Go to sleep, we’ll leave at dawn tomorrow.

Grandpa and grandma miss you a lot.”

“Hmm…

okay.”

…

“Bang!”

The door of the small two-story house was suddenly flung open.

Tim returned home under the bright sunlight outside, with a flush on his face from last night’s excitement.

He was carrying a bag of delicately packaged muffins in his hand.

“Hahaha, Little Beth, see what dad brought back for you?”

The petite figure who would greet him every night with a smile no longer appeared, nor was there the sound of kitchen clatter.

Only his elevated, excited voice echoed in the empty house.

As if realizing something.

The paper bag in his hand fell to the floor, he called out as he opened every door in the house, even checking the closet carefully.

His previously excited expression gradually froze.

Until the sun set again, sitting in the messy living room, Tim finally snapped out of that unbearable emptiness.

An expression of determination that he hadn’t seen in years crept onto his face.

“Creak!”

The dusty old wooden chest was brought up from the basement to the living room by him.

He found the keyhole with difficulty amidst the dust, inserted, turned, and opened it.

What appeared before him was a half suit of scale armor, slightly rusted, and two metal short blades no longer sharp.

He gently stroked them, feeling the familiar cool touch on their surfaces.

Tim also touched the lumpy money bag in his arms, which made him feel extremely uneasy.

Thinking to himself:

“This amount of money is definitely not enough to buy a new set of equipment, but it’s completely enough to take these old friends of mine to the blacksmith shop for maintenance.”

“I wonder about the captain and the others…”

Knock, knock, knock —

A knock at the door suddenly sounded.

Tim’s face showed disbelief, hurriedly getting up and rushing to the door.

Even if he accidentally stumbled underfoot, he scrambled up in a disheveled manner.

“Creak!”

The wooden door was suddenly opened from the inside out.

Tim’s originally joyful face froze instantly.

Gazing at the familiar figure outside the door, he subconsciously said:

“Captain?”

What appeared before him was also a middle-aged man no longer young.

But compared to the decadent Tim, the other looked especially vigorous.

With a fierce demeanor, robust build, even wearing a set of well-maintained armor.

“Captain, what brings you here?” Tim squeezed out a smile, stepping aside to let him in, “Please, come in!”

Unexpectedly, the captain of his former adventurer team, just stood there without moving, only glancing at him coldly and said:

“A new member joined the team recently, there was no space, so I went to River Valley Town and had your name removed from the team.”

“You’re not doing this work now anyway, right?”

With that, the man took out a money bag from the backpack behind him and tossed it to Tim.

“I still have a mission, so I won’t disturb you.”

“See you if there’s a chance in the future.”

…

“Click.” The door slowly closed.

Tim sat alone by the dining table.

Dim light gently sprinkled on him through the window behind.

An expression as calm as terrifyingly stoic, cloaked in shadow, obscuring his exact emotions.

He just quietly stared at the table in front of him, at the piece of semi-old armor still not even dusted off.

His fingertips twitched slightly.

…

Pawnshop,

Scale armor and two short blades were thrown onto the table unceremoniously.

Exchanged for a money bag that glowed golden inside.

Tavern,

Tim’s face flush with anger, howling, bloodshot eyes reflecting the swaying dice jar.

It was as if even his soul was being pushed onto the gambling table.

Late at night,

Tim, reeking of alcohol, staggered down the empty street.

Muttering to himself, unclear what he was mumbling.

“Bang!”

A strong force came from ahead, causing Tim to tumble to the ground.

“%#￥% (curse words)!”

He cursed obscurely, turning his somewhat dizzy head from alcohol, only seeing a burly figure walking away quickly.

Struggling to stand up, just thinking of giving trouble back to the other side.

Yet his hand on the ground suddenly felt a strange touch.

It was a thin book made of strange leather.

The cover bore no words.

Just in the corner, there was an imprint of a white human skull.