I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 233 Unable to Resist

The small wooden house was dimly lit.

The dim, bluish light of the sky couldn't penetrate the room at all, and Ziwang couldn't see anything except the general outlines of things.

He just felt that the room was very cold.

It was as cold as a lake.

Ziwang turned around and stared blankly at the outside.

Smoke began to rise from the rooftops of the houses across the street, and wisps of light peeked through the cracks in the doors.

He could smell the aroma of freshly baked bread from the neighboring room.

He turned around.

This is indeed his house.

But why is no one in the house?

He held his breath, bent down, and took each step firmly as if entering a battlefield.

There was no fire inside, and four empty bowls, long since dried up, were placed on the table.

Ziwan frowned and forced a smile.

"Father? Mother? Manaka? Brother?"

no respond.

He felt that the wooden house was so cold, even colder than the caves of the goblin tribe.

He carefully walked towards the stove.

The stove, made of mud bricks, was completely cold.

Even the flame has been extinguished.

He looked up at the bed.

no one.

Ziwang walked to the bedside and reached out to touch it.

"squeak!"

A rat suddenly darted out, startling Zivan so much that he almost drew his sword.

What exactly is going on?

Why are mice, who usually only dare to move around in the hay on the roof, now living so openly in the bed?!

Workspace?

no one.

bathroom?

no one!

In the closet? In the box?

There's nobody here!

Zivan's eyes darted around, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anyone.

But he saw drops and streaks of dark marks.

Ziwang felt a throbbing pain in his head, and his thoughts became incredibly chaotic.

He went outside and followed the smell of bread to his neighbor's house.

Knock knock knock—

"Mag? Are you home?"

He received no response.

But then a hurried footstep approached the door from inside the room.

Bang! Squeak—

As the gate opened, the aroma of fresh bread wafted into Zwan.

A robust young man with brown hair and eyes, wearing a soft leather apron, came into his line of sight.

This man was Mag, the best baker in Talis Town.

His younger brother was kicked to death by a mad cow last year, his father passed away after a serious illness, and his mother soon followed his father.

In an instant, only one person remained in the entire family.

He originally had some feelings for his younger sister.

But this unexpected turn of events pushed the family to the brink of bankruptcy.

Mag distanced himself from them somewhat.

Mag paused for a moment when he saw Zwan's appearance, then reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside.

Ziwang did not resist and was pulled directly into the house.

Mag peeked outside, then casually closed the door and bolted it shut.

Ziwan turned and scanned the room, but saw no one else.

He looked at Mag.

"Magnus, have you seen my family?!"

Upon hearing this, Mag quickly glanced at the gate, which had already been bolted shut, and nervously waved his hand to signal him to keep his voice down.

"Don't speak so loudly."

"Where are my family members?"

Ziwan frowned, repeated it softly, and spoke a little faster.

Didn't the others tell him?

Mag looked Zwan up and down and spoke in a low voice.

"Don't rush. Listen to me."

How could I not be in a hurry?!

Ziwang suppressed his anxiety and turned to look at the ground beside him.

"you say."

Mag slowly began to speak.

"That's right, a few days ago, Baron Taliss left again with his soldiers. That night, hundreds of thieves dressed like slaves came from the east..."

Zwan turned his head back and stared at Mag with wide eyes.

"They've already stormed into the town?"

Before he could finish speaking, he internally rejected the possibility. Your portable library contains far more than ten thousand volumes.

Because to the east lies Baron Stern's domain.

Those escaped slaves were truly just slaves.

He knows about this!

Even though the town of Talis only had a few guards on the day of the expedition, just like other manors, the townspeople were no less capable than ordinary guards.

Not to mention there's a wall around the edge of the town.

Slaves could never do this!

"I have no idea."

Mag was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly.

What do you mean you don't know?

Ziwang closed his eyes tightly, feeling a slight headache.

"Magnus, what does this have to do with my original question?"

Mag seemed unsure how to answer, looking down at the floor.

click -

Suddenly, the sounds of wood rubbing and colliding filled the house, which had previously only been filled with the sound of a campfire.

Zwan and Mag immediately turned to look.

That's the baker's cellar door.

Since he was in charge of making bread specifically for the Baron, he inevitably had to store some wheat.

These wheat grains were the best in the territory, so naturally a separate area was set aside for their careful preservation.

Ziwan saw a rough, dusty little hand emerge from the cellar, followed by a head.

"Brother? Is that you?"

The voice was young and hoarse, and Ziwang's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"Manaka! Manaka, Manaka..."

This is his sister!

Upon finally seeing his family, Zivan immediately turned around and took a few steps forward.

But when he saw that his outstretched hand was covered in mud and grime, he stopped in his tracks.

But the figure immediately climbed out of the cellar and rushed up to hug him.

"Brother Ziwang!"

Ziwan was knocked back half a step by the tremendous force, feeling as if his bones were about to break.

Without further hesitation, he reached out and hugged the girl.

"I'm back, Mana, I'm back."

Feeling the tangled hair in his hand, Ziwang looked down.

In his memory, his sister always had long, smooth, and beautiful hair.

Although we always have to find a way to clean it, the family has never gotten tired of it.

However, this long hair has now become almost as messy as his hair.

Ziwan stroked Manaka's fur a few times, which eased his mood somewhat.

"Mana, where are Father, Mother, and my eldest brother?"

"Whoosh~ Sigh—"

Manaka burst into tears, like a bucket suddenly burst open.

"They...they're all dead. Waaah~"

Ziwang's body stiffened.

Although there were some guesses, guesses are still just guesses.

Confirmed news is the final straw that breaks the camel's back.

Moreover, this news came from his sister.

Suddenly, Zwan felt the world become very quiet.

He asked the question.

"Who killed them?"

His voice was no longer agitated; it had become very calm.

Mag, who was about to walk over, froze on the spot.

"Inhale—Gaimur."

The younger sister looked up at her only remaining brother.

"It's Gaimour."

Snap, snap.

Ziwan gently patted his sister's back.

"Tell me, what has happened these past few days?"

Hearing his words, Manaka gradually calmed down.

"I... a few days ago, Mag asked me to try his new method of recreating his father's bread. Then I heard soldiers shouting. People rushed into town. A battle started outside."

"Then someone broke down the door, and I heard my parents and older brother shouting."

"Then Gaymul came out and asked if anyone was dead."

"Later, Mag told me to hide in the cellar, so I did."

"He told me the next day that my parents and older brother had died."

"Phew—okay."

Zivan had nothing to say.

"I'm going to kill him."

You can't go.

Mag quickly stopped him.

"While you were gone, Gamuel won Miss Kora's heart, and they're getting married! Are you going to go against the Talis family?"

It's simply impossible for soldiers to do that!