Open Your Quest Log Chapter 76

Frank did not force Barrett at all, but his "kindness", the information he "unintentionally" revealed, and his "proposals" that he didn't know what to call made Barritt feel a sense of "apologetic" inexplicably.

It was a mixed feeling, with a little guilt over the death of 'Cat Laughing', some gratitude for Frank's trust in him and staying with him as a stranger, and what Frank wanted to marry his daughter to him (though it was more of a farce) Brings a sense of smugness and laughter.

Frank didn't completely use the "cat laugh" and "staying over" to get Barrett to repay him. In that case, this request would be extra blunt, more like a deal or a coercion. For a ludicrous reason, he wrapped those things up, making the request easier for Barrett to accept.

In short, the combination of these factors prevented Barrett from saying the word "rejection".

"What's the matter?" He tried to put on an "angry" expression, but he had already accepted the matter in his heart.

Am I so good at talking? Barrett asks himself, and in the end it can only be attributed to Frank's "little cleverness" when he meets him.

"A bunch of goblins." Frank chewed on the carrot. "It's just goblins, but there are quite a few. Forty, maybe fifty, maybe more, I don't mean to deceive you about that. They're five years old. The number of those who came to the forest north of the village seemed to be less than ten at that time, and they only dared to sneak a few ears of corn into the fields and run away."

Barrett nodded, "Goblins breed very fast, like mice."

"I heard that things like goblins used to be the masters of this continent, and they seem to be very smart. I don't know why they have fallen into the situation they are today." Frank sighed, "But now, they are indeed like mice. Smart is no longer there. , but it became like a mouse. At first, when people first discovered the traces of those little greenskins in the fields, they didn't care. After all, those little guys are so weak that a local dog can easily deal with two or three. "

"But there are more of them now." Wendy walked out of the kitchen and put a plate of goat cheese and a plate of bread with mashed eggs on the dining table. The bread is baked with wheat flour, with an attractive aroma just out of the oven. "I don't even dare to go to the back of the village to herd sheep, and there are many fields there that no one can grow."

After speaking, Wendy smiled sweetly at Barrett, then turned back and went into the kitchen. From beginning to end, she never showed the slightest indignation and dissatisfaction because she was going to be married by her father to someone she didn't love.

"Yes, they are very numerous now. In three years, they began to appear in groups, rushing out of the forest with branches and sticks, shouting, and going to the fields to harass the farmers in the villages, turning corn into It was stolen in pieces. Sometimes I even dared to run to the gate of the village, wanting to come in and find out." Frank said, "Although I killed a lot of those goblins, their number still doubled. Here They live in ordinary farmers, and even if the opponents are goblins, once the number is too large, it will be difficult to cope with, after all, these farmers do not have outstanding martial arts like me.”

Barrett automatically ignored the last sentence. "You didn't go to Galano or Taron for help?" he asked. "The militia there should be able to deal with them easily."

"The militias from Taron come every year, especially when the corn is ripe, but that doesn't solve the problem." Frank sighed, "Once those goblins saw a group of men in armor and spears attacking When they walk, they will swarm back into the depths of the forest. Although the area of ​​the forest to the north is not large, it is more than enough to hide those goblins. The militiamen in Tarun Town have swept them several times, but with little effect. Hiring a few militiamen to be stationed here is a bit of a loss. The people of the 'corn village' have no problem filling their stomachs, and they have some surplus every year, but if they want to keep supporting a few full-time militiamen... ' Frank shook his head.

A soldier like you?

"You want me to get rid of those goblins?" Barrett asked. This is really not difficult for him, even if the number of goblins is large, he can handle it calmly.

Frank nodded, "You know, those little greenskins are very timid, but once the number increases, they swell up and think they can challenge the dragon. You are only one person, because of the absolute advantage in numbers, they It's definitely not afraid of you. You can kill some goblins early in the battle, but you must kill them slowly so that they don't notice."

Did he even set his tactics? Barrett looked at the eloquent former colleague, and estimated that the goblin issue had been pondering in his mind for a long time, and the former colleague seemed to be very familiar with the habits of goblins, and it seemed that he really dealt a lot.

"Then you're going to run away pretending to be hurt and they'll be excited and clamoring to chase after you, trust me, they'll do it, and being able to beat a big guy like you will make them get carried away with excitement. Their little brains do things like that. It's that simple." Frank said, "Then you can run away slowly while continuing to destroy them. The speed of elimination is also not too fast. Make those little greenskins feel like they can hit you in the next moment. Wait for them. When I noticed something was wrong, it was estimated that there was not much left."

This is indeed a good plan, simple and effective. Barrett thought about it in his heart, "It seems that you have a lot of trust in my martial arts."

"A connoisseur only needs to look at it to know whether another person's martial arts are as outstanding as his own." Frank said complacently, "Is it just luck that I can come back from the foggy forest alive?"

Still relying on your rusty iron sword? Barrett was noncommittal. But in any case, this request is really not difficult for him. No, that's not accurate. The difficulty is still there, he has to control the intensity of the killing, and don't accidentally scare away those little greenskins.

"I'll go and solve your troubles tomorrow, you just need to help me show the way." Barrett agreed, "but I can't promise to kill them all."

"I know, I know." Frank was very happy. He filled Barrett's glass with apricot wine again, "You just do your best, and if they lose enough, they might go somewhere else, or be caught by tarantulas, wolves, wild boars, or something. You don't know, there is a kind of tarantula near us that is very fierce. It not only eats birds such as turtledoves and quails, but also rabbits, squirrels, and lizards. If you go into the forest, you should be careful. "

I have no idea? "Are there any frost spiders?" Barrett asked lightly.

"Um, that's not true." Frank smiled, "UU reading www.uukanshu.com "The difference between these two things is quite big, a tarantula can bite and bleed you, while a frost spider can Our entire village was killed."

Wendy brought the same food out of the kitchen at this time - asparagus bisque boiled with asparagus and potatoes, a few fried mackerel sprinkled with red peppers, and a plate of **** baked with olive oil and salt Brussels sprouts.

"I hope you like my craft, Mr. Barrett." Wendy took the initiative to put all kinds of food on Barrett's plate.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Barrett said sincerely.

For ordinary farmers, this is undoubtedly a very sumptuous dinner. Barrett has expressed a strong interest in roasted Brussels sprouts. The small Brussels sprouts are very cute, crisp and sweet to eat. When the vegetable ball bites down and bites through the layers of small leaves, it will taste a strong and strong taste. It has a fresh vegetable fragrance and a layered taste, which he likes very much.

"Where's the rabbit?" Frank was not satisfied. "Where's the stewed rabbit I want?"

"It's eating carrots." Wendy was not afraid of her father at all. "It's cute, I don't want to eat it."

"I think so!" Frank raised his voice. "It's only fair that he eats my carrots, and I'm going to eat his meat."

"I don't do it." Wendy hummed, "If you want to eat, you can make it yourself."

"Uh...it's the same after you fatten it up before you eat it." Frank said embarrassingly. He put the fried mackerel meat on Wendy's plate and kept the fish head for himself, "It will end up in my stomach anyway."

To be honest, I do have a hand in stewing rabbits, I really do! Barrett thought to himself, but he didn't dare to say it.

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