I’m not Goblin Slayer Chapter 060

“No, no, of course not.” Levin smiled. “If it were a kobold with a formal challenge rating, even a Level 1, we wouldn’t have been able to dodge that fireball.”

Gauss felt a slight sense of loss.

He had thought he had just killed a monster with a challenge rating.

However, he then thought that the monster manual only listed this one as a common kobold, indicating that it did not yet possess the strength to break away from its tier.

“We’ve encountered some monsters with weak spellcasting abilities in previous commissions. They either rely on props or mutated body organs to cast powers that don’t belong to them,” Levin continued. “Overall, they’re a bit troublesome, but not to the point of being unbeatable.”

Although his current strength might be far inferior to Gauss’s, he was more experienced in adventuring than Gauss.

He was very happy to share this information with Gauss.

It was just some not-so-rare information, but it could win the favor of a future professional spellcaster. Anyone would make the right choice.

“No wonder…” Gauss mused thoughtfully.

No wonder he hadn’t felt any obvious magical fluctuations just now. It seemed that this elder kobold had released the fireball by relying on its mutated body organs.

He recalled the moment the elder kobold instantly aged after successfully casting Fireball Breath for the first time. That symptom was probably the price it paid for using its power.

Spells were indeed terrifying powers.

Even a kobold, barely mastering a clumsy spell, could threaten the safety of a small team in a sneak attack.

Of course, it must also be realized that spellcaster-related professions were quite fragile.

Once engaged in close combat, this elder kobold would be easily killed with just one sword, and perhaps, due to its weaker body, its struggle would be even less than that of its kin.

He had only used a Mage Hand to seize a fleeting opportunity, causing it to “commit suicide” right there.

Fortunately, he was not such a fragile spellcaster.

The tragic death of his “colleague” left Gauss with many thoughts.

It also made him even more determined that only by being alive could there be output.

No matter what, self-preservation in combat must take priority over offense.

After clearing the loot in the hall and checking the other nest rooms to confirm there were no surviving kobolds, everyone began to take the loot and continued to crawl out with difficulty.

About ten minutes later.

Stepping out of the mine, the sunlight fell on their faces, causing everyone who had been in the dark for some time to squint unconsciously.

“Finally out.”

Leaving the cramped, maze-like, oppressive space, even though they faced the desolate and gloomy abandoned mine outside, the team members felt as if they had seen a pleasant scenery, and their mood unconsciously improved.

Humans seemed to have a hidden fear of narrow, dark, and complex underground spaces in their blood. Although everyone didn’t say it just now, they had always felt a pressure from the dark environment.

After a short rest at the temporary camp, they looked at the sun above their heads, estimated that there was enough time, and the team set off towards Grayrock Town.

If possible, they should try to minimize staying overnight in the wild.

Making a fire to cook, setting up camp, and taking turns on night watch were all tedious chores.

Gauss looked at the cart full of supplies and couldn’t help but wonder how much profit this trip would bring.

Putting aside the kobolds’ combat strength, at least their ability to pick up junk was undeniable.

This race seemed to have a natural strong hoarding habit, with all sorts of messy items filling their living spaces.

Many of them, even Meva, couldn’t figure out how much they were worth, so they simply took them all.

And the mutated elder kobold’s body also took up a lot of space on the flatbed cart.

It was also because of this kobold corpse that everyone decided to rush back to Grayrock Town. If they waited until tomorrow, it would probably start to smell.

Pulling a cart full of miscellaneous items, everyone finally made it back to Grayrock Town before dark.

Upon entering the town, they were stopped by guards who carefully inspected the miscellaneous items on the cart. Only after confirming their identities were they allowed to pass.

Next was the familiar process. The first place they went was the Adventurers’ Hall to submit the mission.

“Adult kobolds are 80 copper coins each, and kobold cubs are 40 copper coins each. That’s exactly 20 silver coins. Please check and keep it.”

After submitting the mission items, the Adventurers’ Guild receptionist handed over the commission fee for this mission.

Gauss looked curiously under the counter.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see what the receptionist was doing down there.

It seemed that every time a mission was submitted, the mission items and commission fee were handled in a black box under the counter.

If it was a worthless beast ear item, the receptionist would not take it out again. If it was an item that had value itself, after inspection, it would be returned to the adventurer along with the money.

“Is it magic?” Gauss couldn’t help but ponder.

Most abnormal things in this world were probably related to magic.

But he had observed and felt the verification process several times just now, and he had never felt any traces of magical fluctuations. He didn’t know if his current level was not enough, or for some other reason.

Leaving the counter with the commission fee.

Levin distributed the money on the spot.

Gauss received 5 silver coins from this commission from the Adventurers’ Guild, which was significantly more than the other five.

But the others had no objections.

If it weren’t for Gauss’s reminder and quick resolution of the kobold with some spellcasting ability, this commission would not have gone so smoothly.

The Night Owl Squad had always distributed according to merit, and it was reasonable for those who made significant contributions to the mission to receive a bit more.

Gauss did not feign politeness, thanked them, and put the silver coins back in his pocket.

Next was dealing with the miscellaneous items on the flatbed cart.

“You’re so slow.”

Doyle, who was in charge of guarding the goods outside, was getting a bit anxious waiting. Seeing everyone come out, he casually complained.

“Hurry up and get rid of this pile of junk, I’m starving.”

Aside from eating some emergency food during lunch camp, everyone hadn’t eaten anything else until now.

Hearing him say that, Gauss suddenly felt a bit hungry too and rubbed his stomach.

He felt as if he was getting hungry faster than usual.

Gauss recalled the racial talent ability [Rapid Digestion] he had just acquired not long ago, and after thinking, he had a guess and shook his head.

It seemed that that ability wasn’t entirely beneficial.

Getting hungry faster? Maybe I’ll become a glutton in the future?

Oh no, the Engel coefficient is going to rise again.

Gauss rubbed his wallet, which had just seen some improvement, and suddenly worried that he wouldn’t have enough money.

Facing this difficult situation, he felt that he needed to ask his old friends for more money, especially since it could also improve his rapid digestion ability, killing two birds with one stone.