Chapter 81: Chapter 81
【Tenacity】Lv2 (7/20): Strengthens own defense, reducing physical damage taken by 11% for the next two instances.
Just like the previous 【Stealth】, the bonus from increasing the skill level wasn't particularly large.
However, this was only a 1-level increase; if it could be raised to the maximum level, little increments would add up to something quite substantial.
The time was about right, and everyone gradually got up. After simply eating something to replenish their energy, they set off on the return journey.
Compared to when they came, they were now fully loaded with various spoils filling their backpacks.
This adventure, even for a mid-tier adventurer team like the Raging Bull Team within Roland Town, could be considered quite fruitful.
Compared to when they came, they were now loaded with spoils, with various loot filling their backpacks.
The materials from magical beasts were also useful to goblins.
Although they didn't possess the exquisite skills of human and Dwarf blacksmiths, even simple cutting and wearing them on their bodies provided a significant boost.
"These goblins, they're really endless!"
Of course, such low-tier magical beasts posed no threat to the members of the Raging Bull Team, but being constantly interrupted and blocked was still very annoying.
"It seems the goblin population is growing much faster than imagined. The town still frequently has reports of abducted people, those villages are probably..."
The knight's professional essence gave Rick a bit more sense of justice compared to the others.
Of course, it was only limited to verbal expressions.
"Then we'd have to ask our utterly inactive lord about that."
It was clear that Alden held quite a grudge against Baron Rahl; every time these matters were mentioned, he always had to sneer a couple of remarks.
Of course, what he said wasn't wrong either.
"At least the Association has made some response measures. I heard they'll be issuing a rescue order soon..."
Solan, who liked to wander around, always seemed to hear some little-known gossip.
"So, are we going to participate?"
"Then we'd have to ask our utterly inactive lord about that."
Alden pondered seriously: "We just finished a task and are returning; we need to rest for a few days. If the price is right then, it might indeed be worth considering."
Lin Mo listened without offering an opinion.
"At least the Association has made some response measures. I heard they'll be issuing a rescue order soon..."
Moreover, this was just casual chat for now; he could wait until the formal discussion about the next task to speak up.
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Originally, Lin Mo didn't plan to rest much—at most stay one day, then take on a small task himself and head out.
After all, only by killing magical beasts could he quickly improve his skill proficiency and become stronger.
But this time, perhaps he could indeed stay in town a few more days.
"Here they come again, really..."
Complaints came from Solan beside him. Lin Mo gathered his focus and shot out like an arrow, swiftly dispatching all the goblins blocking the path in a few moves.
His speed was so fast, his actions so decisive, that everyone who had just prepared to fight was stunned speechless.
Lin Mo listened on the side without offering an opinion.
But the expert in their team was different; he always charged out first every time, as if afraid they would steal his kills.
Maybe he had a deep hatred for evil, or perhaps had some unknown grudge with goblins?
In the works of many Bards, although most followed the "great, glorious, and correct" tradition of praise, there were also a few unconventional fellows who specifically crafted bizarre and peculiar hooks to attract attention.
Alden naturally disdained listening to those stories, but had occasionally heard from a friend about things like noble princesses being abducted by goblins, or powerful adventurers being dragged into caves and bullied by goblins when they were young...
He shook his head, dismissing these strange thoughts.
Lin Mo's situation was clearly not like that. After all, his gaze towards the goblins held no anger or hatred, but rather a bit of excitement, like seeing a beautiful woman without clothes.
Probably he just purely enjoyed the feeling of combat.
After walking for a little over a day, until they left the forest, they encountered many waves totaling several dozen goblins.
Most of them died under Lin Mo's slaughtering blade, which also caused his skill proficiency to climb once again.
"Skill 【Stealth】Lv4 (100/100) upgraded!"
"Current skill 【Stealth】Lv5 (21/180)"
The Stealth skill successfully rose to level 5. However, unlike the previous white common skills, the green excellent-grade Stealth didn't show a "max" notation after reaching level 5, but still had a level 6.
Generally, experts had their own style—they disdained to strike against enemies too weak, leaving them for other team members to handle.
Besides this, the Cross Slash proficiency was also nearing level 5, only a few points short.
However, since Cross Slash was also a green excellent-grade skill, reaching level 5 wouldn't add attributes, so Lin Mo didn't overly anticipate it.
Apart from these two main skills, he also grinded a bit of 【Tenacity】proficiency. However, using ordinary goblins as opponents was too inefficient, ultimately reaching only 18/20.
In the works of many Bards, although most followed the "great, glorious, and correct" tradition of praise, there were also a few unconventional fellows who specifically crafted bizarre and peculiar hooks to attract attention.
But now it seemed that leveling up green excellent-grade skills required killing quite a lot of magical beasts. At least leveling 【Shield Bash】from 1 to 3 wasn't too difficult, and it could also increase 1 point of constitution.
So he specifically borrowed a spare small round shield from Rick and raised its proficiency a bit, currently at lv2 (1/20).
Heaven knows what a major shock the other team members experienced when they saw Lin Mo unleash a knight class skill.
Especially Rick, who had just lent the shield and was still somewhat puzzled—his jaw almost dislocated.
Probably he just simply enjoyed the feeling of combat.
How were ordinary folks like them supposed to survive?
Returning to the town, it was just past noon. The stuffy streets were filled with a lazy atmosphere. In the narrow alleys on both sides, many laborers who had taken off their coarse cloth clothes and draped them over their shoulders were resting lying on the cool ground.
In the current times, those who still had work could be considered lucky.
Countless people had long starved to death on the streets, dragged away by guards and casually discarded outside town, left for passing goblins or other magical beasts to pick up.
A group of bloodstained, fully armed people walking towards them stirred the originally quiet street. Sparse pedestrians moved aside, and the laborers resting in the alleys shrank further back, watching them cautiously.
Even though adventurers couldn't easily harm civilians, they still instinctively kept their distance from those with power.
Alden and the others were long accustomed to these gazes. They walked into the Association as if no one else was around...