Chapter 52 Flag change on the city wall (1/2)
Chapter 52 Flag change on the city wall
Translator: Tchu
Editor: Amaranth
Before leaving the pitiful creature suddenly remembered that if she left, she would leave Tatara behind with this Hillbilly. Most likely, this wretched magician would reveal her secret.
Thus, the pitiful creature proposed to take Tatara with her – Tatara’s whole face instantly lit up! There would be no doubt that, following this beautiful Royal Highness was hundred times better than staying with this little thief.
As a result, this greedy Hillbilly sold this wretched magician servant for a low price of a single gold coin to the pitiful creature.
Put aside the servant status……I fear that one gold coin was the lowest net worth of a magician on this continent for thousands of years.
Shaar who unintentionally made history did not think too much of it.
Since Shaar had an abundant amount of luggage, Tryp gave him the horses of Nightfall Guardians before leaving. After saying goodbye to the pitiful creature and Tryp’s troops, he took his spoils of war and embarked on his path to return.
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“By the way, Uncle Tryp, how did you find us?”
Adeline suddenly asked somewhat curiously while sitting on the horse.
Making a somewhat funny expression Tryp and replied: “Truth to be told, we met a goblin the day before yesterday. That goblin could unexpectedly speak the human language and he even said that he was a goblin noble. When I described your looks, it told me that it had seen you with others in the northern mountains. Afterwards, we rode along the river towards north and we saw you.”
“Goblin?” Adeline was somewhat surprised: “Where is that goblin? What did you do to it?”
“After finding a fellow with information with great difficulty, I ordered my men to tie it up. When I found you a moment ago, I ordered them to throw it back to the wild.”
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Sitting on horseback, Shaar hummed a little song and occasionally turned his head to look at the more than 20 horses lining up behind him. These were all well-trained warhorses and once a rope was attached to their leash, they would not run away. While leading those horses, Uncle Shaar watched those big bags piled on ’ backs of those warhorses and secretly his heart was beyond happy.
Just thinking about how he left Primal Wildfire Town almost naked and now had 200 gold coins resting in his bosom made him extremely happy. Furthermore, he was wearing a Dragon scale armor, an artifact (Fire pitchfork) and more than 20 horses carrying half a dragon on their backs…..
If his every adventure would end up in such a rich harvest, then Uncle Shaar could go in retirement after two or three more times……
The only drawback was……when he came here, a large amount of followers accompanied him. For most of the time he had a dozen of Goblin sosos, the pitiful creature, Ada, Tatara and Oaks following him. Those interesting fellows were fun to hang out with and their occasional bickers, chats were pleasurable and enjoyable.
However, now that he was walking alone in the wilderness, it became very boring……
While thinking about it, he suddenly heard a wolf howling from the distant in front of him followed by a shrill pitiful scream.
Shaar’s mind immediately realized that this pitiful screaming tone sounded somewhat familiar.
Ordering his horse to slightly increase its speed, he suddenly saw a small shadow running in the wilderness. With a green skin, an ugly face, it was a goblin!
When he looked at it clothing ……fuck! Wasn’t this the runaway Mr. Princess!
Mr. Princess was panting for air and following behind him were several hungry wolves with green shining eyes.
When Shaar saw Oaks, his tooth immediately began to itch. Remembering how this fellow betrayed him and actually escaped, he quickly got a change of heart since goblins were well known for their lack of loyalty. Watching how this pitiful Mr. Princess got chased by those wolves, he could not help but smile.
Running away until he was about to die, Oaks was constantly screaming in pain since it looked like that a wolf had bitten of a piece of his ass. With blood dripping down, he saw several horses in the distant. Taking a closer look, he suddenly saw Uncle Shaar his savior riding on one of the horses and immediately dashed towards him while waving desperately.
“Master! Ouke! Ouke! Masters! Ass, Siji! Master, help!”
Within a few jumps, Shaar landed then send the wolf flying which was greedily chasing after Oaks ass. With his freakish strength, that wolf’s head instantly got smashed to pieces and the remaining two wolves immediately screamed loudly while putting their tails between their legs and started to flee after seeing how fierce Shaar was.
Standing in front of Oaks, Shaar pinched his chin and sneered. Just when Oaks showed sigh of relief, he immediately saw Shaar’s look before remembering that he fled before and could not help but to ashen.
“Well, my soso, this is your second time that you fall into my hands.” Shaar gave Oaks a gentle kick, while pointing at that dead wolf in front of them: “What are you waiting for? Quickly go and grab our suppers.”
The sly goblin instantly understood that he was pardoned, and relaxed while being happy about his human master letting him off the hook this time. His face was still showing a terrified appearance as he brought back the dead wolf with great struggle and joined Shaars horse caravan.
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Shaar’s “home” was located on a mountain which was 7 to 8 miles away from the Primal Wildfire Town. Since it was close to Primal Wildfire Town, there were no magical beasts anymore. Even since the past, they were all eradicated by Magical Beast hunters and recently it was very hard to see a single wolf on this mountain.
When Shaar returned home, those two tattered houses were still standing there. When he originally departed, he locked the door and it did not look like that someone opened it afterwards – Perhaps in this godforsaken place, even if the door was open, no thieves would be interested in it.
When Shaar returned with his huge bounty and war horses, a rather desolate feeling swept over him. Quickly dismounting, he first dashed towards the back side of the mountain and searched for the old man’s grave that stood there in solitude. The grave was still intact, but the writing on the wooden plaque was getting somewhat blurry. Since it was made out of wood, the wind and rain caused it to decay.
Shaar sighed and touched the tombstone: “Wait for a couple of days. I will look for a nice piece of stone to build you a tombstone.”
Looking at the words “The grave of the old man” which he initially engraved on it, the was lost in his thoughts for a moment and mumbled in a low voice: “Hey, old man, who were you really……”