6kv Chapter 102 revealed the truth: it was green.
Chapter 102 revealed the truth: it was green.
The dawn light refracted through the dust, casting a white line into the dark room.
The first floor of the hotel reeked of alcohol; wine glasses, benches, swords, and coats were scattered on the floor, and the room was a mess.
An early-rising black cat sniffed the dwarf's beard and made a vomiting motion.
It leaped onto the bar, landing lightly without making a sound.
It looked left and right, licked the fleshy ball on its foot, and yawned.
The cat became fascinated by an overturned bottle, nudging it left and right until it pushed it to the edge of the table...
*Smack*
Geb, still fast asleep, smacked his lips. The restless cat turned to look in the direction of the sound, forgetting the bottle behind him.
"Clatter!"
"Meow!"
The cat's fur stood on end, and it jumped away instantly.
The bottle fell onto the old wooden floor with a dull thud, then rolled to the other side of the room.
Wheel.
Wheel.
Snapped.
The glass bottle knocked over the black leather.
The tall woman in black leather armor crossed her legs, trapping Gebu's upper body like scissors, while her hands rested on his arms—the two of them were entangled on the ground, reeking of alcohol, fast asleep.
She frowned slightly and scratched her bottom—but she didn't feel anything and didn't know whose bottom she had scratched.
"Ugh... my head..."
The mercenary reached for the bottle, picked it up, and poured it into her mouth, but found it was empty, so she tossed it aside.
The bottle hit Dulin in the stomach, bounced, and flew to the other side of the bar—the dwarf was snoring and didn't move an inch.
"Hmm...stop poking...it's bleeding." Gebu murmured in his dream.
The female mercenary rubbed her sleepy eyes, lifted her leg off Gebu's body, her other leg was still numb from being pressed down by him, and she couldn't pull it out.
She pulled her leg back, kicked, and shoved Gebu away.
"Ouch—" Gebu rolled over twice and opened his eyes. "...My mouth is so dry, water, give me water..."
The mercenary sat up, rubbed his temples, picked up a bottle from the ground, and handed it to Geb.
"...Geb, you..." Dove glanced at the guy in front of her, her pupils dilating like a cat suddenly entering the shadows. She gasped.
"Goblin... a goblin?!"
The woman pointed at the little green thing in front of her and exclaimed!
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Dove's voice startled the sleeping dwarf. Dulin did a sit-up:
"What happened?! Shijiao Mountain collapsed?!"
The hostage jumped up in shock: "What happened?! Mom's gone?!"
Doffin quickly rubbed his eyes and looked at Geb again—when he swept his hand across Geb's face, the bright green color disappeared instantly, replaced by the pale face of a halfling.
The halfling calmly looked at the female mercenary.
"What's wrong? Are you seeing things again?"
Dove rubbed his eyes again; the person in front of him was still a halfling…
"No...something's not right, wait a minute! I'm not seeing things, you're a guy..."
The mercenary slapped the ground and sprang to her feet. She pointed at Gebu with trembling hands, about to say something, when the halfling rushed forward and covered her mouth.
"...Come with me, now...let's talk in my room!"
Without saying a word, he grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her up the stairs.
My hands were covered in cold sweat!
"Huh?" The little girl had just woken up and looked at the two people running past her with a blank expression as they rushed up the stairs.
The dwarf watched the man and woman rushing up the stairs, scratched his head, and muttered, "Young people these days... are they really this direct? Seriously, when did these two become so close?"
Just then, Gebu and the swordswoman came running down again.
"Hostage hostage! You're here too!"
Gebu grabbed the little girl's wrist with his other hand, and pulled the two of them upstairs, one in each hand.
"Huh?!" Dulin was caught off guard and was dumbfounded.
"Gebu! You have to have a bottom line! You can't do something like this!"
"Bang!"
The only response to the dwarf's words was the loud slam of a door closing.
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Geb stood behind the little girl and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
White sweat beaded on his forehead—no, he was sweating all over. The alcohol in his body had evaporated instantly, and he was now perfectly sober.
Separated by a little girl, the woman with the sword watched him warily, her arms crossed in front of her, saying nothing, her expression as hard as ice.
"I can explain this. The hostage can also help me explain that."
Geb patted the little girl's head, and Dove impatiently tapped his forearm with his fingers, saying to Geb:
"Come on, begin your performance."
At this point, lying is pointless—whether it's possessing magic or being a goblin, both are capital offenses, so it's better to be honest.
When I met her at the wanderer's market years ago, this woman didn't seem to have much hostility towards goblins (relative to most people, of course). Now that things have come to this, I can only switch into my "sincere and deceptive" mode and see if I can get away with it.
Gebu sighed – "Fake alcohol is ruining Lin! I should have drunk less." Once the atmosphere got lively, he forgot his own limitations.
However, with the hostage here, the swordswoman probably won't make a move directly.
Meat ticket, oh meat ticket, you are truly my lucky star.
Little girls are so useful. Gebu seriously reconsidered the possibility of transforming into a cute girl.
"...Actually, I am a..."
"Wizard," Geb said.
"Goblin," the hostage said.
"...Goblin wizard," Geb corrected.
"This form before me is a disguise I created to integrate into human society. I maintain my halfling appearance for self-protection."
"Don't let his appearance fool you, he's actually an ugly goblin," the little girl interjected.
"...Although I'm a goblin, I'm not a bad person—I just want to make some money, establish myself in human society, and then leave this godforsaken place. I'm different from other goblins...I have higher aspirations, as you can see, I hope to become stronger through magic and change my circumstances."
"But it's still a goblin," the little girl interjected.
Gebu pinched the hostage hard from behind and muttered, "If you can't talk, shut up."
"Ouch! The goblin is hitting me!" the little girl protested.
The mercenary glanced at the two clowns in front of her, saying nothing. The more silent she became, the more nervous Gebu grew. The air in the room grew increasingly heavy, like stale broth slowly turning into gelatinous substance, almost slicable with a knife.
Dove squinted and raised his hand—Geb immediately reacted, crouching down and using the little girl as a human shield in front of him.
The mercenary made no further move. After a while, Gebu finally dared to peek out. The woman with the sword raised her chin and pointed at herself.
A sadistic smile appeared on her face.
"Come, take off this half-human skin and show me your true face."