11 Chapter 11: ...huh? (1/2)
The rather grotesque goblins surrounded Wilhelm with smiles on their faces, patting his back and laughing loudly. The fallen goblin which he had killed prior was trampled on by its own kin as if it had never mattered in the first place.
All of this was, of course, observed by Wilhelm. Such a thing was common for those who worshipped strength. However, the more important thing was gaining knowledge about the world he was currently in, as such, he didn't hesitate to ”join” the goblins.
He used hand-signs and other strange gestures to somewhat communicate with the unintelligent goblins. It took Wilhelm a few minutes until he was finally understood by the leader, who was a size greater than the rest.
The leader goblin slammed his chest and then pointed in a direction, shrugging his shoulders and waving Wilhelm on. Assuming that the leader wanted him to follow, Wilhelm did just that. He and the other goblins slowly formed into a ”wave” like formation as they followed the leader.
Such a strange sight would easily shock any human who bared witness to it, however, most of them had already run away with their tails tucked between their legs. Even Anna was nowhere to be seen, as if she abandoned the others first.
Suddenly, a wry smile formed on Wilhelm's lips as he subtly pulled the goblin corpse by its tusks. Even in a strange situation like this, he was forced to bury the remains due to his secret class. His previous good mood was washed away as he bitterly carried the compact and heavy goblin to the encampment he was led to.
Droplets of sweat streaked down Wilhelms body and clothes as he carried the carcass. They had been walking for an absurd amount of time and dusk slowly encroached upon the lands. Wilhelm's feet were sore and the savannah they treaded across seemed to never end.
Soon, as the last light was about to fade away, walls appeared at the edge of the horizon. From what Wilhelm could see, they were built by stacking some kind of rock lined with wood. It was by no means, advanced masonry, but it would suffice for a goblin clan.
As they reached the entrance to the goblin stronghold, Wilhelm collapsed at the gates, breathing heavily. The goblin carcass rested by his side and the blood just about all dried up. The other goblins scrutinized Wilhelm curiously for a few moments before walking away, uninterested.
A bitter smile appeared on Wilhelm's face as he was deemed strange even by goblins. He begrudgingly removed his dagger from the pockets of his pants and began digging a relatively large hole. He didn't care if it was directly in front of the goblin entrance, he just wanted to get rid of the remains as quickly as possible.
Dusk turned into night and Wilhelm's hole was finally complete. He kicked the goblin corpse into the grave and covered it back up with dirt. A relieved sigh escaped from his mouth as he sat on the grave and peered up at the moon.
[100 experience has been acquired for burying a hateful goblin corpse]
[1350/1600]
[Completed burials: 4/100]
Wilhelm wasn't even capable of appreciating the alerts that popped up in front of his eyes before drifting off to sleep. Yes, he passed out directly on top of a goblin burial, not at all worried about his personal hygiene.
Soon, the night passed and the blazing sun once again illuminated the lands. The heat irritated Wilhelm's now smoothe skin and caused him to reluctantly flutter his eyes. His body and clothes were covered in dirt and only his emerald green eye remained beautiful.
His long hair rested on his shoulders as he slowly got up from the ground, lazily stretching his limbs whilst yawning. His eye-patch loosely covered his right eye and he couldn't help but scrunch up his nose due to the foul stench.