Under Austinger's constant accosting, the goblin timidly raised his head.

When Austinger made eye contact with it, it was as if he saw the dawn of hope for communication.

Ignored is the goblin's hands clenched into fists.

The choice to grab the Scout's backpack was a random choice, and it was a pure accident to be picked up by Austinger.

It had been wandering alone for many days, and was faint from hunger.

The coma after lying down is also an illusion of helplessness, just hoping that this group of people can soften their hearts enough to take themselves, so that they can find an opportunity to act again.

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

For the goblins who had been crawling in the fields for many days, it was really a heavenly time when they were carefully served and wiped clean, and they fell asleep in Austinger's arms with this comfort.

I was in a daze fantasizing about the table in front of me, with all kinds of food on display.

The needle in Bicklen's hand went into his neck.

This time, I really fainted in pain, and I have been asleep until now.

When he opened his eyes and saw Bichren greeting him lightly, the goblin's anger 'rubbed! The earth came to my heart.

When the arm just wanted to exert force, it couldn't try the slightest strength.

Looking at Austinger in front of him, the goblin's heart was still full of defense.

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

The goblin tilted his head slightly, looking unwilling to communicate.

"If you can't understand Esperanto, it's a problem." Austin raised an eyebrow and wondered, thinking that Bichron would bring Captain DeWitt over for questioning in a while, and Austin fell into distress.

"Gilbert." The goblin whispered.

Austinger looked up happily and said, "You can understand what I'm saying." ”

Gilbert nodded as a matter of course. He seemed to be very dismissive of Austin's question.

"That's a lot more convenient." Austinger confessed: "Later, the captain of our team will come and ask you a few words, and you can just answer honestly." Don't be silent like you were just now. ”

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

"Huh?" Austinger frowned and said, "What you don't know, of course we won't force you." But if you're telling a lie, we can see it. And the consequences of doing so will be extremely serious for you. ”

Gilbert looked at Austinger's suddenly tense face, and couldn't help but wince, "Got it." ”

"They haven't come yet, so let's talk about something light." Austinger slowed his tone and smiled at Gilbert, "How old are you?" ”

Gilbert reacted that the other party really asked him how old he was, so he calculated the year of his birth according to the age of a human being. He replied, "Eight years old." ”

"Eight?" Austinger was surprised: "Then you are in the goblin clan, are you considered an adult now?" ”

"Come on." Gilbert just felt that the other party's question had been boring all along, and replied absentmindedly.

"And your height... Won't it grow any longer? Austinger had previously asked Cremont why Gilbert was so much smaller than the bibliography suggested. Cremont only guessed in response to him: it was because the goblin was still young.

Hearing Austinger mention his height, Gilbert's face suddenly collapsed. Lying down and covering his whole body with a quilt, he did not answer.

"Hey, hey, don't be angry." Austinger said with a smile: "I think you still have a chance to grow taller." ”

Gilbert was so angry with the addition of this sentence that he kicked his feet and kept kicking the quilt.

DeWitt and his party walked in and saw the scene, and Bickeren reacted extremely quickly and shouted, "Austinger." ”

"Oh... Oh, Captain DeWitt, Captain Cremont, Captain Able. Austinger hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Hmm." Devitt nodded. Stood still.

Austinger immediately pulled Gilbert out and said to him, "These three are the captains of our group, listen to what they have to say about you." Then he stepped aside.

DeWitt stepped forward with the other two behind him and asked Gilbert, "What's your name?" ”

Gilbert withdrew his gaze from Austinger and met DeWitt's gaze, "Gilbert." ”

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

"I'm an exiled goblin who got here on my own." Gilbert replied.

"Gone so far?" Able wondered.

"After being expelled from the country by the goblins of the clan, I walked here while looking for food." Gilbert bowed his head and explained.

"That means you're not a goblin right now. Is it? DeWitt confirmed.

"yes, I don't want to go back either." Gilbert doesn't care.

Cremont raised an eyebrow at his answer. However, not a word was spoken.

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

"I don't know. People in the clan were ordered not to speak in public. Gilbert lowered his eyes and said, "At that time, the nomads who lived on the volcano were all at risk. ”

DeWitt stared straight into Gilbert's dark red eyes, as if he probably believed the other party's truth. Turning to the two behind him, he asked, "Is there anything you want to ask?" ”

Cremont took a step forward, pointed to the tattoo on Gilbert's shoulder, and said, "This column of letters is the language of the goblins, isn't it?" Can you tell me what it means? ”

Gilbert paused and replied without warmth, "'Scrapped' means." ”

Austinger, who was standing in the corner, heard Gilbert's words, and his eyes became worried.

"I'm done." Cremont waved his hand.

"I don't have a problem." Abel continued.

"Hmm." DeWitt nodded and said to Austinger, "Just let it go tonight." It doesn't seem to have much to do with our mission. ”

After receiving the instructions, Austinger nodded hesitantly: "Yes." ”

Cremont looked at Gilbert carefully as he left. The three of them withdrew from the camp.

"The effect of the medicine on its body has not yet dissipated, and sending it to the wilderness at this time is equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. Leave it here for the night, and find time to send it away tomorrow. Bichren suggested.