I Am Not Goblin Slayer
Chapter 73: Judgment Mechanism

Name: Gauss  

Strength: 6  

Agility: 6  

Constitution: 6  

Intelligence: 7  

Perception: 5  

Charisma: 6  

Skills:  

Cantrip Mage Hand lv3 (3/50)  

Level 1 Spell Mage Armor lv2 (19/20)  

Basic Swordsmanship lv1 (9/10)  

Talents: Rapid Digestion, Magic Resistance.  

Gauss glanced at his attribute panel.  

The number of skills and talents he had mastered was increasing, which also meant his strength was continuously improving.  

While he was browsing his panel, two other villagers had already walked over from a distance.  

"There are eight in total. You counted the number correctly, right?" Gauss snapped back to reality and gestured for the two to look at the goblins lying dead in the mud.  

"That's right," the two villagers nodded repeatedly.  

They had witnessed the entire battle scene just now. Naturally, they were very confident in Gauss's displayed power, even involuntarily adding a hint of awe.  

He was clearly a younger adventurer than themselves, with a refined and restrained appearance, yet when slashing monsters, he transformed into a completely ruthless figure, like an old butcher who had slaughtered livestock for decades, taking lives with every move.  

This stark contrast in temperament made the two villagers secretly fearful.  

They were afraid he hadn't killed enough and might casually treat them as goblins and cut them down too.  

Fortunately, for now, his emotions seemed relatively stable.  

After a brief moment of joy, Gauss quickly calmed down and carefully observed the surrounding environment.  

He remained alert, aware that the scent of blood and any movement might attract other creatures.  

After collecting the items that could serve as proof, Gauss picked through the remains and took some potentially valuable scraps with him.  

Upon returning to the village, after confirmation with the village chief and the two accompanying villagers, they promptly handed Gauss the agreed reward of 7 silver coins and 20 copper coins.  

With the temporary commission completed, Gauss searched the nearby area again.  

After killing two Slime Slimes and one small skeleton that had crawled out from somewhere, he found no other gains.  

So, after bidding farewell to the village chief and Jenos in the first village, he set off on the road back to Grayrock Town.  

"Hah!"  

Watching the density of the greenish farmland gradually thin out, Gauss was getting closer to Grayrock Town.  

The outline of the gray-stoned small town grew larger in his vision.  

"Arrived!"  

Passing through the checkpoint gate, Gauss, who had been away for several days, looked at the town’s streets that hadn’t changed much and felt somewhat excited.  

Humans are strange creatures who quickly tire of the old and crave the new. On his first day living in the village, he thought the calm and peaceful atmosphere was quite livable, but after a few days, he couldn’t help but start missing the town’s lively bustle.  

The village was indeed quieter compared to the town, with fewer outsiders, but there was no proper place to spend money and consume.  

After nightfall, the village was pitch black, and he had no choice but to go to bed early like the other villagers.  

This was something he really had trouble adapting to.  

Pulling his gaze away, Gauss headed toward the Adventurers Guild. The first thing upon returning was to submit his task.  

This time, Petra was on duty at the reception desk again.  

As the first Adventurers Guild receptionist he had met, Gauss had a deep impression of the blonde Petra, feeling a nostalgic warmth at seeing a familiar face again.  

But to his surprise, before he even took out his adventurer badge to prove his identity, Petra called out his name.  

“Mr. Gauss, was the task smooth this time?”  

“Uh, not bad. I didn’t encounter any dangers,” Gauss replied, looking at Petra with some surprise.  

He remembered her as quite normal, partly because his memory was good, and partly because as his first contact in the Adventurers Guild, he naturally paid more attention.  

However, as a staff member of the Adventurers Guild who dealt daily with numerous adventurers from all walks of life, being able to remember him and accurately match his name was quite impressive.  

Maybe this was what professional quality as an Adventurers Guild employee looked like! Gauss thought with some admiration.  

Putting himself in her shoes, he knew he would hardly remember an ordinary low-level adventurer like himself.  

Petra took the task items and adventurer badge Gauss handed over and cast a few discreet glances at his face.  

Compared to his first visit, his face now carried much more confidence.  

Of course, she remembered him—not because her memory was outstanding—but because Gauss had left a deep impression. She had also quietly kept track of his task record.  

For a novice adventurer, to progress so quickly and smoothly through the early stages and to start accepting solo tasks recently was no exaggeration to call “exceptional talent.”  

“Sorry, these goblin left ears are not part of this commission’s task items.”  

“Oh, maybe I accidentally mixed them up,” Gauss said, watching Petra accurately place the goblin left ears on the table. He was also a bit surprised.  

Those goblin left ears were not accidentally mixed in but deliberately submitted together to see what would happen.  

To his surprise, the Adventurers Guild’s identification methods were so advanced that the number they rejected matched exactly the number he had submitted.  

Was it because the cutting times were different? Gauss pondered.  

But he quickly dismissed this thought because the two batches of goblin left ears had been cut within only a couple of days apart.  

If it was judged only by this, the error rate would be very high. After all, some tasks last several days, and larger missions lasting one or two months or longer are normal.  

So, was this achieved by some kind of magic or magical items with scouting or tracking effects?  

Having gotten the test results he wanted, Gauss did not delay at the counter, knowing other adventurers were waiting in line behind him.  

Eleven silver coins.  

Putting the silver coins into his money pouch, Gauss felt better watching the pouch swell again.  

Current cash: 42 silver coins 65 copper coins.  

Gauss glanced at his boots. After long walks, the soles were worn down to a thin layer.  

It was time to buy some clothes, boots, and other daily necessities.  

No choice—adventurers consumed these intimate daily items far more than ordinary people.  

First, the long travel routes caused wear; second, frequent passage through the wilderness inevitably led to fabric being snagged by branches and stones.  

As for why Mage Armor couldn’t resist this wear and tear, it was because the spell’s effects did not seem to work against normal interactions such as insect bites or environmental scratches.  

Its magical effect appeared to have some kind of judgment mechanism.