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Under Austin’s constant chatter, the goblin raised its head timidly.

When Austin made eye contact, it seemed to see the dawn of hope for communication.

What he neglected was that the goblin’s hands buried in the sheets were clenched into fists.

The choice to snatch the Scout’s backpack was a random one, and it was also a pure accident for Austin.

It had been wandering alone for many days, and it was so hungry that it lost its mind.

The coma after lying down was also an act of helplessness. It only hoped that this group of people would be soft-hearted enough to bring it along, so that it could find an opportunity to act again.

In the end, it was brought back, and the person in front even gave it a comfortable hot bath.

For the goblins who had been rolling around in the fields for many days, it was a heaven-like time when it was carefully cleansed. With this level of comfort, it fell asleep in Austin’s arms.

In a daze, it imagined the dining table in front of them with all kinds of food.

Them the needle in Bikren’s hand stabbed into his neck.

This time, he really fainted from the pain. He had been unconscious until now.

When he opened his eyes and saw Bikren calmly greeting him, the goblin’s fury surged in his heart.

Just as he was about to exert force with his arm, he could not feel the slightest bit of strength.

Looking at Austin in front of him, the goblin was still filled with wariness.

“Oh right, I forgot to ask you. What’s your name?” Austin asked with a smile.

The goblin gently turned its head away, looking as if it was unwilling to communicate.

“There’s no way you don’t understand the common language, right? That would be troublesome.” Austin raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. Thinking that Bikren would bring captain Devitt over to ask questions later, Austin fell into distress.

“Gilbert,” the gnome said softly.

Austin raised his head in delight and said, “You can understand what I’m saying.”

Gilbert nodded as if it was a obvious matter. He seemed to be very disdainful of Austin’s question.

“That would be much more convenient,” Austin explained. “Later, our team’s captain will come and ask you a few questions. You just have to answer honestly. Don’t be so quiet.”

“I don’t know anything,” Gilbert said.

“Huh?” Austin frowned and said, “Of course we won’t force you to do something you don’t know. But if you’re lying, we can tell. And the consequences of doing so are extremely serious for you.”

Gilbert looked at Austin’s suddenly tense face and couldn’t help but cower. “Got it.”

“They haven’t come yet. Let’s talk about something relaxing.”Austin softened his tone and smiled at Gilbert. “How old are you?”

Gilbert realized that the Austin was really asking his age, so he calculated the age of his birth according to the age of a human. He replied, “Eight years old.”

“Eight years old?” Austin said in surprise, “Then are you an adult now in the goblin race?”

“Soon.” Gilbert only felt that the Austin’s question had been very boring, so he answered absent-mindedly.

“Then your height…you won’t grow any taller?” Austin had previously asked Claremont why Gilbert’s figure was much smaller than what was recorded in the book. Claremont could only guess: it was probably because this goblin was still young.

Hearing Austin mention his height, Guibert’s face fell. He laid down and covered his whole body with the quilt, not answering.

“Hey, hey, don’t be angry,” Austin said with a laugh. “I think you still have a chance to grow taller.”

Gilbert was so angry that he kept kicking the blanket.

When Devitt and the others saw this scene, Bikren reacted quickly and called out, “Austin.”

“Oh… Oh, Captain Devitt, Captain Clare not, Captain AI Buer.” Austin hurriedly stood up and greeted him politely.

“Yes.” Devitt nodded and stood in place.

Austin immediately pulled Gilbert out and said to him, “These three are the captain of our team. Listen carefully to how they ask you.”Then, he retreated to the side.

Devitt led the other two people behind him and walked forward. He asked Gilbert, “What’s you name?”

Gilbert retracted his gaze from Austin and looked at Devitt. “Gilbert.”

“Why are you here? What’s your identity?” Claremont continued to ask

“I’m an exiled goblin. I walked here on my own,” Gilbert replied.

“You came this far?”Al Buer was puzzled.

“After being expelled by the goblins, I came here while searching for food,” Gilbert explained with his head lowered.

“That means you don’t belong to the goblins now, right?” Devitt confirmed.

“Yes, I don’t want to go back either,” Gilbert said indifferently.

Claremont raised his eyebrows because of his answer. But he didn’t say anything.

“Then do you know about the disappearance of the goblins three months ago near the volcano where your goblins live?” Devitt threw out the topic and asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know. The people in the clan were ordered not to talk about it in public.” Gilbert lowered his eyes and said, “At that time, the vagrants living on the volcano were all in danger.”

Devitt stared straight into Gilbert’s dark red eyes, as if he believed that Gilbert was telling the truth. He turned around and asked the two people behind him, “Do you have anything you want to ask?”

Claremont took a step forward, pointed at the tattoo on Gilbert’s shoulder and said, “This series of letters is the language of the goblins, right? Can you tell me what it means?”

Gilbert paused and replied coldly, “It means ‘abandoned’.”

Hearing Guibert’s words, Austin, who was standing in the corner, became worried.

“I’m done asking.” Claremont waved his hand.

“I don’t have any questions,” Al Buer continued.

“Okay.” Devitt nodded and said to Austin, “Let it go tonight. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with our mission.”

Austin received the instructions and nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Before leaving, Claremont carefully looked at Gilbert. The three of them then left the tent.

“The effects of the medicine on it haven’t dissipated yet. Sending it to the wilderness at this time is equivalent to sending a sheep into the tiger’s mouth. Let it stay here for the night. We’ll find time to release him tomorrow,” Bikren suggested.

Under Austin’s constant chatter, the goblin raised its head timidly.

When Austin made eye contact, it seemed to see the dawn of hope for communication.

What he neglected was that the goblin’s hands buried in the sheets were clenched into fists.

The choice to snatch the Scout’s backpack was a random one, and it was also a pure accident for Austin.

It had been wandering alone for many days, and it was so hungry that it lost its mind.

The coma after lying down was also an act of helplessness. It only hoped that this group of people would be soft-hearted enough to bring it along, so that it could find an opportunity to act again.

In the end, it was brought back, and the person in front even gave it a comfortable hot bath.

For the goblins who had been rolling around in the fields for many days, it was a heaven-like time when it was carefully cleansed. With this level of comfort, it fell asleep in Austin’s arms.

In a daze, it imagined the dining table in front of them with all kinds of food.

Them the needle in Bikren’s hand stabbed into his neck.

This time, he really fainted from the pain. He had been unconscious until now.

When he opened his eyes and saw Bikren calmly greeting him, the goblin’s fury surged in his heart.

Just as he was about to exert force with his arm, he could not feel the slightest bit of strength.

Looking at Austin in front of him, the goblin was still filled with wariness.

“Oh right, I forgot to ask you. What’s your name?” Austin asked with a smile.

The goblin gently turned its head away, looking as if it was unwilling to communicate.

“There’s no way you don’t understand the common language, right? That would be troublesome.” Austin raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. Thinking that Bikren would bring captain Devitt over to ask questions later, Austin fell into distress.

“Gilbert,” the gnome said softly.

Austin raised his head in delight and said, “You can understand what I’m saying.”

Gilbert nodded as if it was a obvious matter. He seemed to be very disdainful of Austin’s question.

“That would be much more convenient,” Austin explained. “Later, our team’s captain will come and ask you a few questions. You just have to answer honestly. Don’t be so quiet.”

“I don’t know anything,” Gilbert said.

“Huh?” Austin frowned and said, “Of course we won’t force you to do something you don’t know. But if you’re lying, we can tell. And the consequences of doing so are extremely serious for you.”

Gilbert looked at Austin’s suddenly tense face and couldn’t help but cower. “Got it.”

“They haven’t come yet. Let’s talk about something relaxing.”Austin softened his tone and smiled at Gilbert. “How old are you?”

Gilbert realized that the Austin was really asking his age, so he calculated the age of his birth according to the age of a human. He replied, “Eight years old.”

“Eight years old?” Austin said in surprise, “Then are you an adult now in the goblin race?”

“Soon.” Gilbert only felt that the Austin’s question had been very boring, so he answered absent-mindedly.

“Then your height…you won’t grow any taller?” Austin had previously asked Claremont why Gilbert’s figure was much smaller than what was recorded in the book. Claremont could only guess: it was probably because this goblin was still young.

Hearing Austin mention his height, Guibert’s face fell. He laid down and covered his whole body with the quilt, not answering.

“Hey, hey, don’t be angry,” Austin said with a laugh. “I think you still have a chance to grow taller.”

Gilbert was so angry that he kept kicking the blanket.

When Devitt and the others saw this scene, Bikren reacted quickly and called out, “Austin.”

“Oh… Oh, Captain Devitt, Captain Clare not, Captain AI Buer.” Austin hurriedly stood up and greeted him politely.

“Yes.” Devitt nodded and stood in place.

Austin immediately pulled Gilbert out and said to him, “These three are the captain of our team. Listen carefully to how they ask you.”Then, he retreated to the side.

Devitt led the other two people behind him and walked forward. He asked Gilbert, “What’s you name?”

Gilbert retracted his gaze from Austin and looked at Devitt. “Gilbert.”

“Why are you here? What’s your identity?” Claremont continued to ask

“I’m an exiled goblin. I walked here on my own,” Gilbert replied.

“You came this far?”Al Buer was puzzled.

“After being expelled by the goblins, I came here while searching for food,” Gilbert explained with his head lowered.

“That means you don’t belong to the goblins now, right?” Devitt confirmed.

“Yes, I don’t want to go back either,” Gilbert said indifferently.

Claremont raised his eyebrows because of his answer. But he didn’t say anything.

“Then do you know about the disappearance of the goblins three months ago near the volcano where your goblins live?” Devitt threw out the topic and asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know. The people in the clan were ordered not to talk about it in public.” Gilbert lowered his eyes and said, “At that time, the vagrants living on the volcano were all in danger.”

Devitt stared straight into Gilbert’s dark red eyes, as if he believed that Gilbert was telling the truth. He turned around and asked the two people behind him, “Do you have anything you want to ask?”

Claremont took a step forward, pointed at the tattoo on Gilbert’s shoulder and said, “This series of letters is the language of the goblins, right? Can you tell me what it means?”

Gilbert paused and replied coldly, “It means ‘abandoned’.”

Hearing Guibert’s words, Austin, who was standing in the corner, became worried.

“I’m done asking.” Claremont waved his hand.

“I don’t have any questions,” Al Buer continued.

“Okay.” Devitt nodded and said to Austin, “Let it go tonight. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with our mission.”

Austin received the instructions and nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Before leaving, Claremont carefully looked at Gilbert. The three of them then left the tent.

“The effects of the medicine on it haven’t dissipated yet. Sending it to the wilderness at this time is equivalent to sending a sheep into the tiger’s mouth. Let it stay here for the night. We’ll find time to release him tomorrow,” Bikren suggested.