novelhk Chapter 151 The Borderland of Albed Part 4
Chapter 151 The Borderland of Albed Part 4
Those outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out.
The description is roughly of Albed, a place on the border—frankly, it's less developed than most of the places Elena has been to.
While it's not quite as backward as a small settlement or village, it's not far off.
After all, the living conditions here are far from ideal. Moreover, the soil on the border is not suitable for agriculture, and animal husbandry is unlikely to thrive—and commerce is only scratching the surface, with most people still being self-sufficient.
Can you believe that the kingdom's biggest source of income is the ransom paid from the relatives of trespassing magicians?
Perhaps this is why the gatekeepers outside don't bother to properly verify whether you are truly a magician.
They knowingly break the law, and then use entrapment to enforce it.
A large part of the reason for the economic backwardness is that no one here knows magic. Even those who utterly despise magicians have to admit the convenience that magic brings in terms of productivity; without magic, many things would become very troublesome.
Therefore, the people inside want to get out, but most of them are concerned about saving face, and moving out voluntarily has a sense of "betrayal." Most importantly, they were expelled in the first place, and the people outside also ostracized them, so they remain at the level of "wanting" it.
As for outsiders wanting to get in, that refers to people like Elena.
Out of curiosity...
Then disappointment—unwarranted expectations, then unwarranted disappointment.
Soon, Elena had finished browsing everything she was supposed to and was getting bored. The bread here was hard as a rock, and there was nothing else worth paying attention to.
"Emnesia, how do you usually make money?" Elena suddenly asked.
How did she travel all this way?
However, Elena quickly realized that even if she asked, Emnicia probably wouldn't know. All she knew was in her diary, which Elena had already read.
“I’m actually quite curious about this question too. I even suspect I’ve been eating grass all my life,” Amuncia said, tilting her head.
Are you a cow? Eating grass all the way.
Just at this time.
"Should we go and accept a quest?" Qin asked, pointing to a bulletin board in the distance. "There seems to be a monster extermination quest there; we can earn some extra money that way."
Elena was already quite used to Jean's abnormal eyesight, but Emnessia was genuinely startled.
But seeing Elena so calm, her surprise only lingered on her face for a moment, but in fact she swallowed it down—I often feel inferior because I am too out of place with others.
Is it my problem?
Is it normal to be able to see words that far away?
"Are you so eager to make money?" Elena asked.
"It'll be too late to say that when you're ready to spend money. I can eat grass, but what about you?" Elena retorted, taken aback by Qin's words.
Well—you're right.
Irene readily accepted Qin's suggestion to allocate her skill points to areas other than finance and economics—she knew nothing about wealth and preferred to listen to the professionals.
Qin accepted the commission directly and handed it to Elena.
“The difficulty with the goblins is that this camp is close to the kingdom,” Jean said.
Elena was stunned for a moment before she understood what Qin meant. Before that, she couldn't figure out what the difficulty was—couldn't a fireball be enough to deal with low-level monsters like goblins who have almost no intelligence and only know how to reproduce?
Oh, that's why I can't use obvious magic because I'm close to this kingdom. If I'm spotted and then go back into the country to collect my reward, wouldn't I just be waiting to be arrested and taken to that prison where magicians are held for a chat?
Whether they can actually catch him or not is another matter, but the reward is definitely gone.
“Then it will be difficult for me to contribute,” Elena said honestly.
If it weren't for Qin, she might have been able to buff the other party, since many spells have blessing effects, increasing the opponent's agility, reaction speed, and strength. Moreover, this is quite subtle. Compared to spells like Fireball, which are obvious to anyone with eyes, this kind of blessing spell is hard to detect, at least hard to detect with the naked eye.
But Qin is already very powerful without any buffs; to make her any more powerful would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
More importantly... he can't apply buffs because of that innate curse.
“Leave it to me,” Amuncia said. “You can have all the payment; consider it part of my repayment.”
"Don't push yourself," Elena said—right, she could buff her, so she wasn't completely helpless. She didn't know Emnessia's true abilities, but someone who could travel alone couldn't be a fragile stalk.
“I’m a knight, you know,” Emnessia laughed.
The three arrived at the destination described in the commission, and from a distance they could see a group of green-clad figures dancing around a campfire.
In other magically powerful nations, how could such a monster be so brazenly close to the kingdom?
Most magicians who were going abroad packed up along the way.
Seemingly sensing the intruders, a goblin standing on the watchtower blew a horn, and soon the goblins stopped dancing and looked toward the camp entrance.
You wouldn't believe it until you saw it; the goblins' eyes were practically glued to the viewer. Anyone could see the greed and lust in their eyes.
Just making eye contact with someone is very uncomfortable.
The leading goblins had already charged over with knives, wanting to strike first. For these creatures with limited intelligence, in this situation, their first concern was never their own safety. They were more worried that if they were slow, their companions would get there first, and they might not even get a taste of the soup.
They don't care at all whether their prey is strong or not.
They'll mate with any female.
Emnesia drew her knight's sword, her face contorted with disgust, and with a single slash, the goblin charging at the front was cut in two, green sap splattering everywhere.
She then swung her sword relentlessly, each strike sharply scraping the goblin's main artery, either slicing off its brain or severing its pulse—she was quite skilled, even though she had lost her memory, these sword-wielding techniques seemed to be an instinct etched into her bones.
Jean actually wanted to take action, but Amnesia didn't give Jean any room to do so and single-handedly carried out the massacre of the entire camp.
To be honest, aside from Qin, this was the first time Irena had encountered someone with such superb close-combat skills. She might be able to hold her own against the group of people who had just become witches.
Of course, you have to launch a close-range surprise attack before the witch can react.
The entire camp was almost wiped out before the remaining goblins realized fear and that the mermaids they had seen were actually ruthless demons.
It's a pity I found out too late.
They have to pay the price for their intelligence.
About ten minutes later, Amnesia beheaded the last goblin and returned safely.
“So dirty…” Emnisia said, looking at the knight’s sword in her hand. Her body was also soaked in a lot of goblin blood.
“I haven’t even given you any buffs yet,” Elena said. “That buff at least keeps your body clean.”
"Oh, I thought you were already pregnant," Amuncia laughed. "Hurry back home, I need to take a shower, I'm afraid I'll get soaked in this stench of blood."
This request wasn't too difficult, but it would be a nightmare for someone with OCD.