LRAB Chapter 19 Sold out
Chapter 19 Sold out
Ethan hadn't tried this out yet so he had no idea. He thought about it for a couple more seconds and then decided to go for it now. This was as good a time as any to try dismissing them and see what happens.
He took a deep breath, glancing at the injured goblins. They were weak but still alive, their blank eyes betraying no emotion as they sat silently in front of him. "Alright, let's see if this works," he muttered to himself.
"Dismiss," he commanded, focusing on one of the injured goblins. Instantly, the goblin shimmered faintly before vanishing into thin air. Ethan blinked, unsure of what he had expected, but the absence of the goblin left an unsettling stillness.
He quickly opened his system screen, scrolling to his summoning list. There it was—the dismissed goblin, its entry no longer grayed out, now listed as "available." Ethan clicked on it, summoning it back into the physical world.
With another shimmer, the goblin reappeared, but it was still injured. The gash across its chest remained, and its blank expression hadn't changed. The goblin wobbled slightly but stood upright, awaiting his command.
No miraculous healing. No reset button. It seemed the dismiss-and-summon trick didn't work the way he had hoped—at least not for healing.
Maybe it needed more time? It was a question for later.
He once again dismissed the goblin and then proceeded to dismiss the other goblins as well.
But that works out for him. The more the merrier. This way he would be able to gather more information without giving away too much about him.
As Ethan approached the clearing where the carriage was parked, the sounds grew clearer—muffled voices, the clinking of metal, and the occasional bray of horses. He slowed his pace, peering through the trees to get a better view without revealing himself.
Shadow, ever alert, crouched low, her ears swiveling toward the commotion. Ethan knelt beside her, trying to discern what was happening.
His eyes widened when he saw another carriage parked near his own, flanked by two men wearing mismatched armor and carrying crude swords. Bandits, maybe? Or just heavily armed travelers?
The driver of his own carriage stood off to the side, gesturing animatedly as he spoke to the newcomers. His voice was raised but not aggressive—more frustrated, if anything. Ethan couldn't make out the words from his distance, but it didn't seem like an outright fight yet.
He considered his options. Walking out there casually could work, but it might also draw attention to him that he didn't want. On the other hand, sneaking up too close might make things worse if he got caught.
As he was thinking about what to do now, the carriage driver suddenly turned in his direction, and looked straight at him. "There he is! I told you he did not suspect anything. Go get him and stop blaming me for your stupidity! I have done more than enough already!"
Ethan froze, his heart lurching in his chest as the driver's words echoed in the clearing. He sold me out.