Goblin Dependency Chapter 84 - 84 60 Invitation

84: Chapter 60 Invitation 84: Chapter 60 Invitation Compared to the bustling splendor of “River Valley Town,” Kalanfor is much quieter.

Whether it’s the number of pedestrians on the road or the density of various shops and buildings on both sides, it’s far less.

Even the ratio of adventurers to ordinary people on the street has reached “three to seven,” or even “two to eight.”

Among ten people, only two or three can be clearly identified as adventurers.

And you should know, Kalanfor is already the human gathering place with the highest proportion of adventurers in the nearby area, other than River Valley Town.

Xia Nan was quite surprised by this.

This is also because ever since he traversed, he has been shuttling between River Valley Town and Mist Forest, without an accurate understanding of the relevant situations.

Looking at it now, the number of adventurers in this world is far less than he imagined.

He followed the caravan to an inn on the west side of Kalanfor.

After arranging their rooms, the caravan leader Jeff kept his promise and treated everyone in the caravan to a sumptuous lunch.

Honestly, the taste was average.

It couldn’t compare to the luxury package at the White Sparrow Tavern, nor even the pot of stew from the half orc earlier.

But after all, it was soone else’s treat, and he didn’t have to spend his own money.

Overall, Xia Nan was quite satisfied with this al.

It’s worth ntioning that, unlike the clear water and broth configuration on the way here, they had many more drinks on the table after arriving in Kalanfor.

After all, still on the mission, to be safe, Xia Nan didn’t drink heavily like the adventurers next to him.

He just sipped a few glasses, indulging in the taste.

Under the effect of his high “8” Constitution, these glasses were actually no different from water.

After enough food but not enough wine.

Sitting by the dining table, Xia Nan contemplated whether to go back to his room to rest and take a nap, or go out for a while to find a secluded place to practice his battle skills.

A hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

Turning his head.

He saw the half orc Alton staring at him with wide eyes, unblinking:

“Staying in the inn is too boring, how about we go out and find so fun?”

As a curious Lightfoot Half orc who yearns for travel, his natural curiosity makes it impossible for him to stay in one place for a long ti.

And the “minstrel” career path also makes him unconsciously want to collect local legendary songs and anecdotes whenever he reaches a new area.

After a few days of journeying, having fought side by side, he and Xia Nan had built a bit of camaraderie.

So now, he ca over to invite him.

Xia Nan didn’t imdiately agree but asked in return:

“Find fun?

Go where?”

Alton seed to have a destination in mind.

He took out a copper coin with the Goddess of Fortune’s image engraved on it from his pouch and tossed it in his hand.

“I heard there’s a tavern called ‘Full Bag of Gold’ near the inn, and it seems quite interesting.”

“Full Bag of Gold?”

Xia Nan furrowed his brows slightly.

During lunch, he heard a few adventurers at the table ntion the na of this tavern and had a rough idea of what goes on inside.

In nine out of ten bets, you lose.

He wouldn’t waste the hard-earned gold coins on such a place.

He was about to refuse, just opened his mouth, and suddenly saw in the half orc’s hand—

the coin that was continuously tossed, spinning and falling in the air.

As if thinking of sothing, his eyes lit up.

“Uh…

we could take a look.”

…

Filled with enthusiasm, the two hadn’t even walked out the inn’s door, but they stopped in their tracks.

They saw the leader Jeff standing in front of the inn, chatting with a sturdy, blond man.

Seeing Xia Nan and Alton approach, he waved to them with a smile, saying:

“What a coincidence!

I was planning to introduce you to each other later, but now it’s perfect.”

Jeff turned slightly, looking at the man beside him:

“Ingram, the best sheriff in Kalanfor, and also an old friend of mine.”

“Oh, you’re flattering !” The man exhibited great humility, waving his hands and saying, “I’m just an ordinary town resident, not as good as you say.”

Scanning over him, Xia Nan examined the man’s appearance:

Golden mid-length hair neatly combed to his ears, deep, well-defined features, and a handso appearance; wearing a clean, tidy uniford armor with a well-maintained tal edged hamr hanging from his waist.

“These two are the adventurers acting as the caravan’s guards for this trip, both of them are quite skilled.

Thanks to them, I can stand here safely now.”

Upon hearing this, the sheriff’s attitude was warm and friendly, nodding to the two of them.

“Oh, thank you so much; otherwise, the al Jeff owes could never be repaid.”

“Hahaha, are you still thinking about that?”

Having left the dangerous wilderness, Jeff was clearly in a great mood.

Facing the banter, he laughed heartily and patted Ingram’s shoulder, causing a dull thud as flesh t tal armor.

His companion didn’t mind at all, smiling back with the familiarity of an old friend.

A re chance encounter, not wishing to interrupt the reunion, Xia Nan and Alton exchanged brief pleasantries before parting ways.

They stepped out through the door, still faintly hearing Jeff and the sheriff’s conversation behind them.

“Co on, I’m free today, let treat you to a good al!”

“Hehe, there’s no need, Jeff.

I was just joking with you.”

“We’ve known each other for so many years, and you’re still being polite, co on!”

“There’s really no need, I’ve already eaten.”

“I might believe anyone else saying that, but you…

everyone knows you won’t rest until your work is done.”

“I’ll just go back and whip up sothing simple to fill my stomach, really there’s no need to go to the trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m here this ti to…”

…

…

The sky was overcast.

Heavy, dark leaden clouds silently piled up in the heavens above, and cold winds laden with moisture swept through the street corners, tossing up several crumpled pieces of waste paper.

Xia Nan glanced around at the quiet street beside him and then looked at the tavern in front of him marked with a money bag, its door firmly closed, “Full Bag of Gold” Tavern.

“Is this the place?”

Beside him, the half orc slightly lifted off the ground.

He tossed the lucky coin for the last ti.

Spinning, falling, tightly clenched in his palm.

Then he slipped the copper coin into a pocket inside his clothing.

“Hmm!

Let’s go in.”

Alton stepped forward and pushed open the door.

The chill of the street was swept away, replaced by the warmth of the fireplace’s glow and soft lighting.

And lurking there, within the depths of dice jars colliding, hidden among the clamor of human voices, driven by human desires—

was the frenzy and madness.