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Chapter 18 Goblin Language Pack, Saliva Enchantment
After all that trouble, I got a total of 43 gold coins and 2 silver coins.
After deducting the value of the half of the pole in Xia Lin's possession, and adding the previous savings, he received 15 gold and 20 silver coins.
After agreeing on the plans for a get-together with everyone the next day, Xia Lin returned to the hotel.
"call……"
In a room on the second floor of the adventurer's inn, Xia Lin leaned against the headboard of the wooden bed and let out a long sigh.
After surviving a life-or-death battle, he finally had a chance to catch his breath and properly examine his gains.
Should we perform term extraction?
Silently confirm in your mind.
Countless points of light swirled before my eyes, eventually settling into three different colored entries—two white and one green.
[Obtained entry: Goblin Language Pack (White)]
effect:
They can understand and comprehend the basic meaning of Goblin language, including their vulgar curses, greedy mutterings, and wailing cries for mercy.
Summary:
A linguist's dying gift after being held captive by goblins for three days. He left this "gift" on the wall with charcoal before being boiled in a pot.
Evaluation:
"Now I know they're talking about which part of me is the fattest. But that doesn't make things any better."
—The scholar who finally understood the conversation by the pot on his deathbed
[Obtained the following entry: Saliva Enchantment (White)]
effect:
There is a low chance of triggering "Goblin-style Weapon Maintenance" during combat, which involves applying saliva, and very rarely feces (it is not recommended to use both at the same time), to the weapon, causing minor corrosive damage to the next attack. A Willpower check is required when triggered; failure will result in sluggishness due to nausea.
Summary:
You never know why goblin weapons are always rusty yet possess a strange lethality.
Evaluation:
"I saw the goblin lick its cleaver before charging. Then my shield was eroded through."
—The shield guards who fled in panic, clutching their arms.
[Acquired entry: Temporary Berserk (Green)]
effect:
Upon active activation, enters a berserk state lasting 30 seconds, granting +3 to Strength, +2 to Constitution, and significantly reduced pain perception. After the berserk state ends, the user falls into a weakened state (all attributes -2) and has a chance to enter a bloodthirsty frenzy, becoming indiscriminate in their attacks.
Summary:
The savage power contained within the bloodline of the earth spirits comes at the cost of your sanity.
Evaluation:
"It tore three human soldiers apart, then turned and bit off the neck of its companion."
Xia Lin's expression was somewhat subtle as she looked at the three new terms.
The first two white entries, well, you can't say they're completely useless.
It's utter garbage.
The Goblin Language Pack might be useful in certain situations, but saliva enchantment...
He glanced subconsciously at his old friend leaning against the wall.
"It's best to use it cautiously; it's all money," he muttered.
But the [Temporary Berserk] ability caught his eye.
The increase is considerable, but the side effects are also extremely dangerous: weakness, loss of reason, and inability to distinguish friend from foe.
but……
Xia Lin took out a blue wine bottle from his pocket, shook it, and heard a soft sloshing sound from the liquid inside.
【Blue Nightmare (Elf Legacy - Magical Drink)】
Fortunately, there's still some stock left.
"Losing one's mind after going berserk is essentially a loss of mental control." Xia Lin stared at the entry, quickly calculating in his mind, "If I drink this wine before using [Temporary Berserk] to enhance my mental resistance, perhaps I can offset some of the side effects?"
This is just speculation.
Whether it will work or not, we'll only know after we try.
"Let's keep it for now." He carefully put the blue bottle away.
Returning her attention to the entry interface, Xia Lin checked the progress of the existing entries.
【Despicable Sword Strike lv2 (18/20)】
Leveling up is just around the corner. This battle, especially the final blow to the goblin, yielded a considerable amount of experience.
[Interspecies Reproduction lv2 (6/20)]
Recognition from new teammates.
Finally, there is 【Mimicry lv2 (0/20)】.
This progress surprised Xia Lin somewhat.
Furthermore, the quality of the transparent tape has improved, no wonder I felt more agile during combat.
"Is it because I'm trying to control this body almost every moment?"
"Let's check the quality first."
Xia Lin's mind stirred slightly.
The skin surface showed extremely subtle color changes, as if covered with a thin layer of grayish-green gauze.
He walked to the mirror in the room and examined himself carefully.
It's even "greener".
It's not a noticeable color change, but a subtle adjustment in color that blends seamlessly with the ambient light.
When standing in the shadows of the room, the outlines seemed to become somewhat blurred.
"Like green camouflage..." Xia Lin mused, "It should be even more effective at concealing itself when dealing with monsters."
The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the hotel windows.
Xia Lin ate breakfast downstairs.
It was still Jasmine's special cream of mushroom soup, thick and smooth, paired with hard bread, enough to dispel the morning chill.
"Creamy mushroom soup is so delicious, Jasmine."
[Affection level increased!]
[Interspecies Reproduction - Experience Points +2]
I almost forgot to check in again.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
He headed straight for the Adventurers' Guild in the center of town, intrigued by the potion that had saved his life.
Xia Lin walked into the hall, and directly opposite were several shops—selling weapons, armor, potions, and magical consumables.
He headed towards the magic consumables shop.
The shop is small, with various bottles, jars and rolls neatly arranged on the shelves.
There was a mixed scent in the air—the bitterness of herbs, the antiquity of parchment, and perhaps a faint ripple of magic.
Behind the counter stood a lean, middle-aged man with triangular eyes and long, slender fingers, wiping a crystal bottle with a soft cloth. Seeing Xia Lin enter, he raised his eyes and asked, "What do you need?"
"Basic healing potion," Xia Lin said.
"Five gold coins," the shopkeeper said without looking up.
Xia Lin counted out five gold coins from his purse. The coins landed on the wooden counter with a crisp sound.
The shopkeeper then put down the soft cloth and took a palm-sized glass bottle from the shelf behind him. The bottle contained a murky red liquid that shimmered slightly as it was shaken.
Low-grade healing potion (healing consumable, standard quality)
A stable and inexpensive mass-produced commodity is a "guarantee" for countless low-level adventurers. Although it tastes like rotten apple juice laced with blood, it's cheap and reliable.
Effects: Accelerates wound healing after consumption. Ineffective against toxins and diseases.
Xia Lin took the medicine and carefully examined it in her hand.
The glass bottle has thick walls and is sealed with wax. The liquid inside appears dark red under light, is somewhat viscous, and contains fine suspended particles.
Five gold coins!
For him now, this is a huge sum of money. But thinking back to those life-or-death moments in the mine, he feels the money was well spent.
"If I get injured like that again, this medicine will at least keep me alive." He carefully tucked the medicine bottle into his inside pocket.
Just as I was about to leave, the wind chimes at the door rang crisply.
A young female monk walked into the shop.
She wore a finely made robe, her face showing a hint of unease. She took out a slightly yellowed scroll from her bosom and placed it on the counter.
"Fel Summoning Scroll, 40 Gold Coins".
The shopkeeper took it, glanced at it, ran his fingers over the surface of the scroll, and shook his head: "Too old, and the magic fluctuations are weak. Twenty gold coins at most."