I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 82 Let's Make Friends

Joffrey?

With the subtle control of his power as a mid-level warrior, Cyrion managed to retract his thrusting sword in time.

Take a close look at the other person's appearance.

The person who caused him to miss the opportunity to demonstrate the [Forward Thrust] in front of Wilder once again was indeed the wanderer who had saved his life.

"Warrior, thank you for sheathing your sword in time," Joffrey greeted with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, wanderer."

The two greeted each other, each holding a dagger and a one-handed sword respectively.

Suddenly, Joffrey paused, then abruptly dodged behind him.

"call out!!!"

An arrow shot out from the tree canopy above them and landed where Joffrey had just been standing.

"Don't move!"

Lyle's detached voice drifted from the treetops:

"My next arrow won't be that slow."

He had just returned from a distance when he happened to see the man in black leather armor confronting Cyrion, presumably because some conflict had occurred.

Such things have happened before in the border forests, especially when the other party appears to be a wanderer, who is most likely up to no good.

He reached into the quiver behind his back, took an arrow, nocked it on the bow, drew the bowstring taut with his right hand, and aimed at the wanderer.

He was confident that his teammates would hit him in the head within three arrows once they started moving.

"Lyle, it's a misunderstanding!"

Wilder waved his staff at him from the ground. "His name is Joffrey, we teamed up before!"

"Geoffrey?"

Gru and Lyle mentioned this name; it seems that he was a temporary teammate the squad found during the time he was injured.

"..."

The more aloof a person is in normal times, the more awkward they will feel when faced with misunderstandings.

He leaped lightly from the treetops and returned to the ground.

"Mr. Joffrey, I was sorry I thought you were an enemy," he said briefly, taking a step forward.

"It's alright, wandering swordsman."

Joffrey didn't seem angry. "You must be Lyle, right? Gru mentioned you to me."

"That guy Gru..."

Lyle glanced at Gru, who probably hadn't said anything nice.

"Lyle, it's quite nice how your face turns red and white; you seem more humane than before."

Gru grinned.

"I should have aimed that arrow at you," Lyle glared at him.

"hey-hey."

As he spoke, Gru hid behind Cyrion.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, and the group greeted each other.

"I'm here to hunt kobolds," Joffrey explained.

That makes sense; free hunting is indeed very suitable for wanderers who don't easily find a team.

"How's the harvest?" Wilder asked.

"It's nowhere near as good as when I teamed up with you guys."

Joffrey shrugged, slightly opening the black snakeskin bag at his waist. "I've been wandering around here all day, and I haven't even gotten ten."

The kobolds are rewarded with three silver coins each, and the scales with two silver coins each. Ten kobolds together bring in less than half a gold coin, which is hardly a generous reward.

"Kobolds are naturally nocturnal, and the early migrants should have already dug their nests, so they'll definitely be hard to find."

Cyrion commented, then asked, "Will you be joining us? That way, we can have backup."

"Of course, our previous collaboration was quite pleasant," Joffrey nodded.

When asked about his previous actions, Wilder seemed to recall something.

He took out his money bag, counted out three gold coins and thirty silver coins, and handed them to Joffrey.

"This is your reward for providing information about the forest fire last time."

"Thanks."

Joffrey smiled. "Let me reiterate, it was a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too."

Wilder smiled and replied.

……

The journey continues.

As Joffrey said, there weren't many kobolds around.

Lyle's report confirmed this; he leaped among the treetops, surveying the jungle like a hawk, yet he hadn't spotted a single one.

"At this time, they should be setting up traps and mechanisms in their nests."

"If we can find their hideout, the gains will be substantial," Cyrion analyzed.

But now, let alone a lair, not even a stray soldier can be found.

"I'll give it a try."

Wilder suddenly said.

While the others were puzzled as to how the mage would attempt this, Cyrion immediately recalled his astonishing feat during his last mission.

"You're not going to...?"

"Hmm, I'll try calling out to them a few times."

Wilder then covered his mouth with his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Habahaha yabahahahahaha!"

(I caught a beautiful human girl!)

"Haba ya ha!"

(I can't carry it anymore!)

"Hahaha?"

(Can anyone help me?)

Although he hadn't specifically researched the habits of kobolds, judging from their appearance, they should be the lecherous type.

Surely we can't just leave the girl alone, can we?

Does that even qualify as a dog?

Wilder kept shouting.

Lyle and Joffrey each observed the surrounding activity in their own way.

Will it really come?

until……

A blurry, dark brown shadow flashed through the gaps in the branches of the bushes in the distance.

A very soft rustling sound came from the same bush.

"They're here."

Lyle and Joffrey said almost simultaneously.

After saying that, they both leaped onto the branches and disappeared into the canopy.

Cyrion and Gru also went on high alert, simultaneously pointing their one-handed swords and long-handled battle axes toward the bushes.

Wilder, however, continued to call out tirelessly.

"That girl's legs...so long...so slender...so white..."

"So big...so soft..."

"Mmm... mmm..."

Sudden.

"Bahabaha!!!"

(Where is the girl?!)

With a suppressed growl, a dog-headed creature covered in dark brown scales suddenly leaped out of the bushes, its long, pointed snout dripping with saliva.

Immediately afterwards, several more kobolds appeared behind it.

"Hara-hara!"

(Where is she?!)

The leader roared, its whole body trembling, almost going mad.

"call out!!!"

A sudden arrow shot from the treetop, its incredible speed piercing the mouth of the leader in an instant.

At the same time, a black figure approached like a ghost.

The dog-headed man felt a chill on his throat and then lost all sensation.

"superior!!!"

Cyrion and Gru began their battle on the main battlefield.

[Forward Thrust] and [Sweep] are two completely different combat techniques.

The former emphasizes penetration, while the latter highlights power.

However, when used on kobolds, these abilities seem to be overkill, resulting in a fatal blow.

Wilder stood behind them, his staff glowing continuously. Before the kobolds in the bushes could even get close, they began to fight each other.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and the dozen or so kobolds were quickly exhausted, with only one remaining.

"I'll take care of this one!"

Wilder suddenly shouted and rushed over, staff in hand.

"Little guy, you've killed seven or eight already, isn't that enough?"

"He's got addicted to killing!" Gru said.

"Who said I was going to kill him?"

Wilder smiled slightly. "I want to be friends with it."