" He approached the largest cavern, the dwelling of the goblin chief.
Curiosity peaked.
He picked up a torch and cautiously entered.
This particular cave was spacious, towering over 2 m, allowing Bou to walk without the need to bow his head.
The air within was dank and musty, replete with an exceptionally foul odor that nearly made him wretch.
He began to question whether the goblin chief had a pinchant for defecating in his sleep.
After a brief walk, he reached the cave's end, where the flickering orange glow illuminated the surroundings.
On the ground lay a pile of thatch, a top which was a burlap mat, presumably the chief's resting place.
Its simplicity was astounding.
Bayou pondered how such creatures could possess any semblance of intelligence.
At the cave's terminus, two small openings flanked either side.
They were too narrow for Bayou to pass through, so he leaned closer with his torch to examine them.
To his surprise, he perceived what seemed to be several boxes constructed from bones within, albeit without lids, revealing an abundance of magical crystals spilling forth.
Who said I couldn't enter? Bayou retreated a couple of steps, channeling his magic to conjure a black flame projectile that exploded the entrance.
He bent low and entered, standing before the skeletal boxes.
Each box measured approximately 1 meter in length and half a meter in width.
astonishingly filled to the brim with magical crystals.
Within the cave, Bayou also discovered a unique architectural blueprint, a map, and a spell book.
As he perused the spell book, he found it to be a mid-level tome on fire magic.
With the fireball spell merely the most rudimentary of incantations, the goblin mages must have been studying this very book.
Regrettably, their innate abilities were woefully inadequate, as few goblins could even master the most elementary fireball spell.
Goodness, their essay spell book.
Why, he was taken aback.
Having assumed that goblin mages were born with the ability to cast fireballs, it turned out they had to learn from this book.
Since the lords had reincarnated into the enchanted realm, everyone had automatically acquired the universal language of this magical continent, thus enabling comprehension of the local dialects.
Books naturally were no exception.
This was the sole minor advantage granted to all lords by the system.
This intermediate fire magic tome is remarkably simpler than by used dark magic.
The foundational principles are fundamentally akin, merely involving the incantation of spells to harness the elemental forces surrounding oneself and channeling them into the wand.
By could effortlessly delve into the study of this fire magic grimmoire.
He tucked the special architectural blueprints and maps within the pages of the spell book, intending to scrutinize them further upon his return to the castle.
Bayou also deposited several spirit cores and magic crystals into a chest.
For the value of this spell book is immeasurable, far surpassing that of an entire trove of magic crystals.
Exiting through a small opening, Bayou returned to the grand cavern of the goblin chief, his heart swelling with excitement as he eagerly gazed towards another passage.
What is there to contemplate? Let us just blast it open, he thought.
With a resounding boom, Bayou slowly lowered his left hand.
Successfully obliterating the other passageway.
Fueled by exhilaration, he hastily bent down to enter.
However, upon surveying the contents of the cave, disappointment washed over him.
The treasures within the two caverns hardly matched in value.
What was the goblin chief thinking? No wonder he had to sleep on the ground.
Inside lay a haphazard assortment of items, giving by you a rather disheartening first impression.
There were various pieces of equipment typically used by goblins, unfinished wands, and some foul smelling food with a pile of stones tucked away in a corner.
Had they lost their senses, placing stones inside a cave? As Bayu illuminated the area with a torch, he noticed something peculiar.
Wait, these stones are all black.
Drawing closer, he discerned, thanks to the torch light, that nearly half the cave was filled with these ebony stones.
They appeared strangely familiar, reminiscent of iron, or could it truly be iron? Or, or had the goblins procured such a quantity? They had no means to smelt, or Regardless, he dismissed the thought.
Bayou retreated from the cavern and soon stepped outside, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air, for the stench within had been unbearable.
Aside from the enhancement of the undead army, the most significant reward from this battle appeared to be the spell book.
He commanded several skeletal soldiers to venture inside and retrieve the items he had just discovered while he remained outside to supervise.
After nearly an hour of strenuous effort, the skeletal soldiers successfully cleared all the belongings from the goblin cave.
Other goblin dens contained a fair share of treasures.
Yet, they pald in comparison to those of the goblin chief.
At that moment, all the goblin corpses had been transported away, allowing for a complete clearance of the remains.
300 skeletal soldiers were tasked with transporting the treasures from the goblin cave back to their rightful place.
With utmost care, Bayou climbed to top Arthur Esbback, only to hear a rip as the black fabric tore, revealing white beneath.
Bayou sighed.
Once again, his black stockings had been punctured by Arthur's bones.
It seemed that the more cautious he was, the more feudal his efforts became.
Having grown accustomed to such mishaps, he shrugged it off, feeling weary.
Let all be destroyed, he thought.
Bayou glanced back at the goblin tribe, and at that moment, the ground bore no trace of a single goblin corpse.
Only pools of green liquid remained.
The goblin cave had been completely emptied by the skeletal soldiers.
They diligently retrieved everything that could be carried away.
Even the tattered garments worn by the goblins were not spared.
All brought forth into the open.
Outside the cave, remnants of goblin clothing and other trinkets lay discarded.
Mere refu of no significance.
Observing this scene, Bayou couldn't shake the feeling that the goblin tribe had fallen victim to a thief.
And upon discovery, the thief had been left with no choice but to silence them all.
A classic case of burglary turned to robbery and murder.
How tragic.
But who could blame them for tormenting my fellow towns folk? This unacquainted compatriate happens to be my beloved kin.
My dear brothers, chapter 41.
The concealed chandelier Arthur.
Take flight.
With a graceful wave of her hand, Bayou urged Arthur to spread his wings and ascend into the sky.
Before long, they reached the very edge of her territory.
Bayou dismounted from Arthur's back.
Though she longed to leap down with flare, the height was a deterrent.
After all, she was already at level 9.
Surely a fall from seven or 8 m wound t harm her, would it? Yet her hesitation stemmed merely from an unshaken psychological fear.
Once Bayou had ellighted, Arthur soared away, tasked with safeguarding the undead army from above.
What if an unwary foe appeared and snatched away her treasures? Observing the tattered stockings adorning her legs, Bayou removed them, taking a moment to savor their scent.
He not unpleasant at all.
She tucked her stockings into the pocket of her pleated skirt, planning to utilize them again later.
Waist not want not.
Many lords who traverse to this magical realm arrived with only the garments they wore, while she had an abundance of attire that seemed endless.
This spot marked the boundary of Bayou's castle territory, where the remains of hundreds of goblins lay scattered within her domain.
As soon as she stepped into the territory, a system notification chimed in her mind.
detected that the Lord has acquired intermediate fire magic.
Would you like to spend 500 magic crystals to learn it immediately? Could it be that magic crystals could facilitate immediate learning? How convenient.
Bayou had anticipated the arduous task of pouring over spell books.
She opened her inventory, revealing a stash of 661 magic crystals.
Ample enough.
With a tap on the confirmation button, the spell book in her hand vanished, transforming into a surge of energy that flowed into her being.
Alongside it, special architectural blueprints and maps tumbled down, which she deafly caught.
Upon introspection, she felt no discomfort.
Instead, her comprehension of fire magic deepened instantaneously, allowing her to wield it with remarkable ease.