Chapter 1847 - 1827: Goblin Clan

Chapter 1847: Chapter 1827: Goblin Clan

"What does this mean?" Qianqian was instantly fuming, glaring at the woods in front of her. Although no one had approached, there was definitely the sound of someone walking out.

The most important thing was that if she hadn’t reacted quickly, He Wenyu might have ended up lying on the ground. Don’t think that throwing heavy objects without sharp edges is harmless! It’s utterly infuriating, isn’t it?

"It doesn’t mean anything, just that you seem a bit leisurely." A small figure walked out from the bush on one side, glanced at Mo: "What are you doing here, kid?"

At the moment they saw this person, almost simultaneously, Qianqian and He Wenyu exclaimed in unison: "Hobbits!"

This reaction left Mo and the other party dumbfounded, both staring at each other, not knowing what these two were talking about...

However, Mo reacted quickly, just like earlier. He knew that the Goblin Clan, though unwelcoming to outsiders, wouldn’t actively start a war, despite their wild nature.

After all, this is one of the last remaining Goblin Clans, isn’t it?

So, they care somewhat about their living environment and won’t purposely attack others to incite a war, since the survival of the tribe depends on their hands—they can’t be reckless.

"Elder Huozi, I brought a delicacy this time, one that your tribe must have documented before." Mo directly pulled out a wooden barrel, looking calm: "You can take a look."

Huozi wasn’t afraid of any intentions they might have, openly dragging a huge bag forward, jumping up and opening the lid of the barrel. He sniffed it, furrowing his brows: "What’s this smell?"

Moreover, the height of this barrel is mocking their stature, right? But this is indeed the height of the Goblin Clan, less than a meter tall, and even in front of Qianqian, they appear somewhat short. You know, whether at home or the academy, Qianqian stands out... because she’s short.

Even He Wenyu is half a head taller than her.

But Qianqian always attributes this to her high talent, which left her no time to react, thus becoming a fact.

Knowing Qianqian’s thoughts, everyone present never exposes it.

Those unaware of her thoughts also never focus on it. After all, if girls are somewhat short, it can evoke enough protective instincts.

Mo smiled calmly: "It’s wine, produced by the Nine Heavens Pavilion. You can taste it to see if it’s the flavor from your records."

Huozi looked at Mo’s smile, slightly furrowed his brow, but finally pointed at Qianqian: "You, come over and have a taste."

Others might not know, but Huozi is aware. This kid is a master of poisons! If someone inadvertently gets hit, it would be a failure that implicates the entire tribe! Hence, he has to be more cautious.

Seeing these two girls, they both seem less threatening than this young girl. Although she caught his apple earlier, to him, it’s because both purposely held back.

Mo wouldn’t perform at this level, and let’s not even talk about the other girl—the blood on her sword isn’t something at the ordinary level!

Mo was all puzzled. He brought these people to make the Goblin Clan drop their guard, yes, but... he thought the one to drink would be He Wenyu. After all, in terms of strength, isn’t Qianqian more formidable?

He Wenyu never imagined that the sword she used these past few days for chicken slaughtering would assist her greatly.

But Qianqian was all resentful: "If it’s a drink, fine, but what if I act drunk later?" She understood the short old man’s thoughts, yet the more apparent problem is... her tolerance for alcohol isn’t great!

"Use Inner Strength to evaporate it... Also, even if you get drunk, we’re here." Mo spoke calmly, not intending to step back.

Qianqian sighed and walked forward silently, glaring at the old man: "Next time you want to ask me for alcohol, I won’t give you!"

Huozi was indifferent, as their tribe hadn’t had this thing for many years, only mentioned in their tribe’s history. It is said the Goblin Clan is fond of wine, and only under the influence of alcohol can they awaken their true talent.

The previous Clan Leader mentioned on his deathbed that the current works of the Goblin Clan lack soul.

What kind of work has a soul?

This remains a mystery they strive to solve today.

However, after seeing Qianqian’s face flush red after sipping the wine, Huozi gulped, feeling something stirring within.

"It’s so spicy!!!" Qianqian tearfully looked at He Wenyu: "I want honey water, milk, tea..."

All things mentioned were for sobering up. He Wenyu breathed a sigh of relief, although the wine wasn’t diluted, it didn’t seem like a particularly severe issue?

But Mo watched Qianqian holding wine easily, gulping. This spoon seemed to hold half a bowl of soup, didn’t it?

The amount of wine... seems a bit much.

He remembered a two-tael cup appears roughly like this...

And Old Master Luo is only allowed one cup at a time...

Now, there’s a problem, especially when Qianqian shows no sign of evaporating the alcohol inside her body...

Watching Qianqian’s swaying steps, Mo stepped forward to steady her, sighing with no choice, activated Spiritual Power to evaporate some of the alcohol in her digestive system, then said: "See, you never listen. Now you’re drunk, aren’t you?"

"Mo, you have three heads." Qianqian extended two fingers and giggled foolishly.

He Wenyu silently face-palmed beside, realizing, well, it wasn’t no issue; this was quite a significant issue wasn’t it?

Moreover, it seemed that after drinking, the rosy face and misty eyes made Qianqian more alluring than usual. He Wenyu stepped up to take over, casually noticed Mo’s subtle blush on his face and secretly chuckled.

Then Huozi dipped a chopstick in a drop of the liquid, afterward blew the whistle dangling from his neck, soon, two goblins appeared.

"Anda, Dis, move the barrel inside, be careful not to spill! Gather all Great Elders, meet in the council hall." Huozi excitedly, showing a hint of genuine smile looking at Mo: "Look at you kid, just come, don’t be so polite."

You don’t have to be polite; just leave the barrel, okay? Why have others move it inside?

Mo smiled: "You just offended someone from Nine Heavens Pavilion with veto power." They needed to reclaim some ground, right? After all, Qianqian isn’t someone easy to bully.

Qianqian nodded earnestly on the side: "I’m surely not easy to provoke." Slightly squinting her eyes, she didn’t seem as distressed as before, though there’s still a wine taste so she’s uncomfortable. She quietly expelled the remaining alcohol from her body, then conjured a water ball to clean herself. She sighed in relief, seriously telling He Wenyu: "Don’t use such things in dishes anymore, I’ll go crazy."