Lord of the Oasis

Under Austin's constant chatter, the goblin timidly raised his head.

After Austin's eyes met with it, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope for communication.

What he ignored was that the goblin's hands buried in the quilt were clenched fists.

Choosing to snatch the scout's backpack was a random choice, and being beaten by Austin was purely an accident.

It had been wandering alone for many days and was starving to the point of dizziness.

The coma after lying down was also a pretense of helplessness, just hoping that these people would be soft-hearted enough to take him with them, so that they could find an opportunity to take action again.

As a result, he was brought back and the person in front of him took him to take a comfortable hot bath.

For a goblin who has been crawling around in the fields for many days, it is really a heavenly time when someone carefully cleans his body. Following this comfort, he fell asleep in Austin's arms. .

I was dreaming about the table in front of me, with all kinds of food on it.

The needle in Biklen's hand pierced his neck.

This time, I really fainted from the pain and have been sleeping till now.

When he opened his eyes and saw Biklen greeting him calmly, the goblin's anger said, "Oh! ’ The ground came to my mind.

When his arms tried to exert force, they couldn't exert any strength at all.

Looking at Austin in front of him, the goblin's heart was still filled with defensiveness.

"By the way, I forgot to ask you. What's your name?" Austin asked with a smile.

The goblin gently turned his head away, looking unwilling to communicate.

"It's not like you can't understand Esperanto, that's troublesome." Austin raised his eyebrows in confusion. Thinking that Biklen would bring Captain DeWitt to ask questions later, Austin was in distress.

"Gilbert." The goblin said softly.

Austinge raised his head happily and said, "You understand what I said."

Gilbert nodded matter-of-factly. He seemed to be very disdainful of Austin's questions.

"That will be much more convenient." Austinger explained: "The captain of our team will come to ask you a few words later, and you just need to answer honestly. Don't be silent like just now."

"I don't know anything," Gilbert said.

"Huh?" Austinger frowned and said, "Of course we won't force you to do something you don't know. But if what you tell is a lie, we can see it. And the consequences of doing so will be detrimental to you." For you: extremely serious."

Gilbert looked at Austinger's suddenly tense expression and couldn't help but wince and said: "I know."

"They haven't come yet, let's talk about something relaxing first." Austinger slowed down his tone and smiled at Gilbert: "How old are you this year?"

When Gilbert realized that the other party was really asking his age, he calculated the year and month of his birth according to human years. He replied: "Eight years old."

"Eight years old?" Austinger said in surprise: "Then you are an adult in the goblin clan at your current age?"

"Soon." Gilbert replied absentmindedly as he thought the other person's questions had always been boring.

"Then your height...won't grow any longer?" Austinger had asked Clemont before why Gilbert's body shape was much smaller than what was recorded in the book. Clemont just guessed in response to him: It should be because the goblin was still young.

Hearing Austin's mention of height, Gilbert's face fell completely. Lying down and covering his whole body with a quilt, he didn't answer.

"Hey, hey, don't be angry." Austin said funnyly: "I think you still have a chance to grow taller."

Gilbert was so angry at what he added that he kicked his feet and kept kicking the quilt.

DeWitt and his party walked in and saw this scene. Biklen reacted very quickly and shouted: "Austinger."

“Oh...oh, Captain DeWitt, Captain Claymont, Captain Able.

"Austinge quickly stood up and greeted politely.

"Yeah." DeWitt nodded. Standing in place.

Austinger immediately pulled Gilbert out and said to him: "These three are the captains of our group. Listen carefully to what they ask you." Then he stepped aside politely.

DeWitt walked forward with the other two people behind him and asked Gilbert: "What's your name?"

Gilbert withdrew his gaze from Austin, looked at DeWitt and said, "Gilbert."

"Why are you here, and what is your identity?" Clemont then asked,

"I am an exiled goblin who walked here by myself." Gilbert replied.

"Going so far?" Abel asked doubtfully.

"After being expelled by the goblins in the tribe, I walked here while looking for food." Gilbert lowered his head and explained.

"That means you don't belong to the goblin clan now. Do you?" DeWitt confirmed.

"Yes, I don't want to go back either." Gilbert said nonchalantly.

Clemont raised an eyebrow at his answer. But he didn't say a word.

"Then do you know the news about the disappearance of the gnomes who were newly stationed near the volcano where your goblin clan is located three months ago?" DeWitt raised the subject and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. People in the clan were ordered not to talk about this matter in public." Gilbert lowered his eyes and said, "The homeless people living on the volcano at that time were all in danger of themselves."

DeWitt stared directly into Gilbert's dark red eyes, as if he probably believed that what the other party said was the truth. He turned around and asked the two people behind him: "Do you have anything to ask?"

Clemont took a step forward, pointed at the tattoo on Gilbert's shoulder and said, "This series of letters is the language of the goblins, right? Can you tell me what it means?"

Gilbert paused and replied without any warmth: "It means 'abandoned'."

Austinger, who was standing in the corner, heard what Gilbert said, and his eyes became worried.

"I'm done asking." Clemont waved his hand.

"There's nothing wrong with me," Abel continued.

"Yeah." DeWitt nodded and said to Austinger: "Let's put it away tonight. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with our mission."

After receiving the instruction, Austinge nodded belatedly: "Yes."

When Clemont left, he looked at Gilbert carefully. The three of them exited the camp.

"The effects of the medicine on it have not dissipated, so sending it to the wilderness at this time is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth. Leave it here to sleep for one night, and find time to send it away tomorrow." Biklen suggested.

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