Chapter 272 Purposeless People ??
Vicente went to the corner of the cave where the books, parchments, and scrolls were kept and quickly searched for anything that might lead him to the basilisk.
The goblins were rational enough to know how to follow a map and even make maps, even when they were only at the 1st stage. As they grew stronger, their mentality developed, something familiar to all magical creatures.
Vicente was sure the dead goblins nearby must have been able to map the region, even if they weren't the strongest of their kind. Considering how mercenary they were, belonging to a race of thieves, there was a high probability that there was something useful there.
But even if there weren't, Vicente would never regret killing the goblins. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't communicate with creatures of that race, and of course, he wouldn't be able to find out anything by interrogating one of the goblins.
'The Rocky Gorge...' Suddenly, Vicente opened a piece of parchment and saw a relatively small map that showed an area he knew from this forest region.
'If I'm not mistaken, the point marked with an 'o' is where I am. As for the 'x,' that must be the goblins' point of interest... Maybe the basilisk's nest!' Vicente put the map away in his storage item, feeling it would be useful.
But it could be anything but the basilisk's nest. Goblins would be interested in anything that could provide them with resources. As creatures with survival instincts, they could tell when risks were worth taking or not, so it wasn't necessarily what Vicente wanted.
He then continued his quick analysis of the documents while the goblin hostages remained prostrate and treated him like a hero.
But one of the 12 humans soon saw that Vicente didn't care about them and stood up.
"Savior, please, can you tell me your name? I would like to serve the man who rescued me from the horrors of the goblins!" This middle-aged level 2 woman said with tears in her eyes.
Vicente then said while continuing to analyze what was there. "My name is Cesar Mazzanti, I am from Millfall."
"Cesar from Millfall!" Some of the younger women murmured, tears streaming from their eyes as they looked toward their savior, still prostrate on the ground.
"What a beautiful name! As expected from someone so great!" One of the two old men said as he also stood up.
"Sir, please let me serve you. I may be weak and useless, but I'm willing to do anything for you! I have nothing left. Please let me serve you!" A man said pleadingly.
"Oh?" Vicente looked back, finally taking his eyes off the items left by the goblins. "Why don't you keep your freedom? Now you can go anywhere."
"There's nowhere to go, sir. Six months ago, I had a life. Now I'm just an empty body. I breathe, but I'm not really alive." He said, not wanting to remember everything that had happened since his family had encountered a group of goblins.
Vicente couldn't ignore it. He felt the same way when he thought about his powerlessness in the face of the Sovereigns who had killed his mother!
Clenching his fists so tightly that his bones rattled, he said. "Then I accept you as my servant. Your life now belongs to me. If you betray or harm me, I will punish you with death.
Do you accept that?"
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