Upon seeing the hundreds of goblins rushing towards them in the distance, Iron Axe and his companions immediately tensed, drawing their weapons with a solemn demeanor.
How is it possible that so many goblins survived such a massive fire?
"Uh, don't be alarmed, everyone. These are all my summoned creatures..." Night San Geng awkwardly explained.
"Your summoned creatures? These?" Everyone then noticed that the goblins running towards them were not carrying any weapons. Instead, they were shouldering goblin corpses.
But these were more than a hundred goblins!
Although their individual intelligence wasn't high, they were, after all, an intelligent race. Now, Night San Geng claimed that all of them were his summoned creatures. How high must his mental power be?
Thinking about this, Baozi Meimei's eyes became even more intense, her small fists clenched tightly, as if she had decided on something important.
"Well, Lord Weng, you've arrived just in time. I have something to report to you," Night San Geng waved at the approaching goblins, instructing them to stack the bodies next to the previously arranged five hundred corpses at the Bone Graveyard, before turning back to speak.
"That... the mist in the Misty Forest seems to have disappeared."
"The mist in the Misty Forest is gone?" Weng Ling frowned, looking into the distance.
Indeed, the area that was once shrouded in black mist was now empty. From the ashes left by the group of goblins, one could even vaguely see a few withered trees.
"What... happened?" Weng Ling looked at Night San Geng. He seemed to be the only one who knew what had occurred.
"Uh, I'm not sure about this. When I found something unusual there this morning and dared to go in, I only found a group of goblin corpses and..."
"This cat?" Weng Ling looked at his arm, puzzled.
During the prosperous days of the Lorand territory, almost every farmer had a cat to guard their granaries. But now, with people struggling to make ends meet, keeping a cat was a luxury. Therefore, Weng Ling thought it was just a wild cat that had mistakenly entered the Misty Forest.
"I didn't expect you to be so compassionate," Weng Ling nodded.
"No, besides this cat, what I really want you to see is this," Night San Geng said, bringing over the armor of Yang Tian and the others. With a loud bang, he threw them on the ground.
A ray of sunlight reflected into Baozi Meimei's eyes, and she pointed at the shiny silver armor, surprised: "This... isn't this the armor of those three noble paladins? Wow! Lord Night, are you...?"
Baozi Meimei looked at Night San Geng with a mixture of horror and admiration, but Weng Ling's brow furrowed.
She noticed bloodstains on the armor.
"Yang Tian ran back to Lorand City with only his inner armor at dawn today. Then, without saying a word, he rode off on a horse. Now, the armor of him, Yang Wei, and Chen Yue is in your hands..."
"Why? Do you think I can drive away a Temple Knight and kill two noble paladins?" Night San Geng rolled his eyes.
Weng Ling blushed: "No, I didn't mean that. I'm just curious about what they encountered in the Misty Forest..."
Even if Night San Geng could summon a hundred goblin contract beasts, how would that matter? Yang Wei's Holy Light Storm alone killed five hundred of them, not to mention the extraordinary talents of Yang Tian.
However, when the soldiers reported this morning, she was startled. That Yang Tian actually opened the Holy Light Sanctuary all the way, smashed through the city gate, and then rode his horse away, looking flustered.
She couldn't help but be curious about what could make Yang Tian so disheveled.
Night San Geng shrugged, pointing behind him, "I don't know what happened, but the bodies of those two paladins are still inside. Do you want to take a look?"
"They're really dead?" Weng Ling was surprised.
"Yeah, afraid you would accuse me of killing them, so I didn't dare touch their bodies."
Weng Ling's eyelids jumped, glancing at the pile of armor on the ground.
You call this not daring to touch? Then where did these things come from? Did they take them off before they died?
But speaking of it, Yang Tian didn't die. So how did his armor end up in Night San Geng's hands?
"So... what do you plan to do with these armors?" Weng Ling probed.
"Of course, sell them. Why else would I have them? Wear them? They don't fit well and don't look good!" Night San Geng rubbed his hands. "Lord Weng, you're more experienced. How much do you think these three sets of armor can be sold for?"
"Sell?" Weng Ling widened her eyes. "These are the property of the Holy Silver Church. How dare you sell them?"
"You sold one too, didn't you?" Night San Geng pointed at Weng Ling, her chest and leg armor empty, leaving only boots and gauntlets.
"Well... this is to raise startup funds. Our situations are different!" Weng Ling blushed.
"And the armor was taken from the dead paladins. The Holy Silver Church will surely come to investigate. Aren't you afraid of trouble?"
"Oh, is that so?" Night San Geng frowned.
This problem was quite serious. Although Yang Wei and Chen Yue were actually killed by Yang Tian, it couldn't be blamed on him. But being constantly watched wasn't a good thing.
"How about you help me sell them, and I can give you... half as a commission?" Night San Geng suddenly clapped his head. If a priest like Weng Ling sold them, wouldn't the hatred be divided?
"20%!" Weng Ling suddenly shook her head. "I can sell them, but the commission must be no less than 20%!"
"20% is too much. At most, 10%! If not, I'll sell them myself!" Night San Geng said with a bleeding heart.
Why did he have to mention the commission? He originally thought Weng Ling was an honest person, but he didn't expect her to be waiting for him here.
Seemingly doing this kind of thing for the first time, Weng Ling felt her ears burning hot, but she had to thicken her skin and haggle with Night San Geng.
She truly didn't expect the finances of Lorand City to be in such a dire state. If she didn't gather some money to appease the residents of the city soon, Lorand City would likely become an empty city in no time.
So, she had to boldly squeeze some profit from Night San Geng!
"20%!"
"10%!"
"That..." Iron Axe suddenly gathered his courage, interrupting the intense staring match that was about to turn into a fight.
"If there's nothing else, we'll leave now?"
"Cough! Iron Axe, wait a moment. It'll be ready soon," Night San Geng stopped Iron Axe, then sighed deeply, appearing like a wronged daughter-in-law.
"I give in. Let's meet in the middle. 15%. Deal?"
"Deal!" Weng Ling nodded and directly threw the armor on the ground onto the cart.
"The cart is mine!" Night San Geng jumped up again.
"Are you asking me to carry this stuff back?" Weng Ling raised her eyebrows.
"No, what I mean is, you need to pay extra for the cart."
Night San Geng rubbed his fingers, saying seriously.