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Yarrow was startled and sat up abruptly, only to hit his head on the rock above.

“Ouch, that hurt... Wait, where did that rat come from?”

He rubbed his head, grimacing as he looked at the beige hamster in front of him.

“Squeak.”

The large hamster squeaked at them, then turned and ran back.

“Hey, Yarrow, that looks like a familiar.” Zethia pointed.

“Seriously, it just popped out and scared me.” Yarrow shook his head and continued to grab Zethia's arm, examining it.

Zethia glanced back at him and punched him directly.

“Dragon Mother, are you addicted to licking! Enough is enough!” she said, embarrassed and annoyed.

“I'm injured right now! And you're still hitting me!” Yarrow shouted, covering his nose.

“Huh? It doesn't hurt?”

He was surprised to find that the punch didn't hurt at all.

Not only that, but now he felt all his fatigue had vanished, his wounds didn't hurt, and a constant stream of power was flowing in.

His magic power was completely restored.

This effect was ten times better than the most expensive magic recovery potion!

Wouldn't that mean he wouldn't need to prepare any recovery potions for future adventures? Just bring a Zethia, and if he ran out of magic, he could just lick her and instantly be back to full health.

“Not bad, Zethia, your sweat is so useful.” Yarrow said with satisfaction, moving his body without the slightest discomfort.

“Tsk, disgusting...” Zethia frowned in disgust, looking at the puddle of saliva under her arm.

“Squeak!”

At that moment, the large hamster returned, but this time it had a rope in its mouth, extending from the small tunnel.

“Could it be that someone has come to save us?” Yarrow said.

He grabbed the rope, and the large hamster turned and ran back, stopping after a few steps, as if waiting for them.

“You go first, I'll cover the rear.” Yarrow said.

“You go first.” Zethia crossed her arms and glared at him.

Huh? Why is this dragon suddenly so kind today?

But Yarrow looked down and quickly understood. Zethia was wearing a dress, and if she went first, it would be easy to expose herself.

“Alright, I'll go first.” Yarrow grabbed the rope, lowered his head, and crawled into the tunnel.

Zethia followed behind him, and they crawled through the narrow tunnel, following the large hamster.

It seemed that the large hamster had spent a lot of effort searching for them. There were holes everywhere it had dug, and only by holding the rope and following it left and right could they avoid getting lost.

Speaking of which, aren't moles the ones who dig holes? Why is this a hamster?

After crawling for about ten minutes, they grabbed the rope and climbed up a slope, finally seeing the faint light of the cave entrance.

“Yarrow!”

A hand in armor reached in from the cave entrance. He recognized it as Owen's hand, grabbed it, and was pulled out.

When they came out of the tunnel, a thunderous cheer erupted around them.

“Yay! We did it!”

“Both of them are okay! A great victory!”

It was actually those useless teammates.

“You guys...”

Yarrow saw the large hamster run to someone's feet and be picked up.

“This is my familiar. Although it has no combat power, it's especially good at digging holes, so I had it dig in to find you.” the person said.

“We heard the noise and after running over, Owen said you were buried inside, so we immediately worked together to find a way to save you.”

“Although it was difficult, fortunately, some of us knew earth magic and worked together to clear large rocks, allowing the familiar to dig a hole and find you.”

Owen looked at Yarrow: “Everyone helped a lot.”

“Everyone...” Yarrow looked at everyone, feeling extremely grateful, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Really, thank you all so much, I thought you useless people couldn't help at all.”

“You said something very hurtful with a face full of emotion...”

Leaving the goblin lair, it was now the early morning of the second day, and the rising sun bathed the forest in a warm glow, with a few crisp bird calls.

“Are you planning to continue hunting goblins next?”

At the time of parting, Yarrow asked Owen.

Owen shook his head: “Maybe, I want to make some changes now, maybe I should try to change a goblin tribe. If you haven't tried something, there's no reason to say it's impossible, right?”

He took off his helmet and smiled at Yarrow: “Next, I will continue to cultivate, become stronger, to lead a goblin tribe, become their king, and then try to reform it there.”

“I don't know if it will succeed, but I will do it.”

Yarrow smiled, and without saying anything more, stepped forward and gave him a hearty, manly handshake.

“Good luck!”

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Owen pursed his lips tightly, nodded solemnly to him, put on his helmet, and said goodbye.

Yarrow watched as the bright red helmet tassel slowly disappeared into the forest.

Leaving the Blackwater Forest, the adventurers packed up the spoils seized from the goblin lair.

The old village chief's family was arranged on a carriage. They were all a little weak, wrapped in thick blankets, and drinking hot tea.

Yarrow walked over and stood by the side of the carriage.

“Village chief, I have something to ask you.”

Old Mike put down his cup, moved his body, and showed great respect for the adventurer who had rescued them.

“Ask away.”

“Your artifact, that little black box that answers any question, where did you get it?” Yarrow asked.

Old Mike already knew that his son had taken out the artifact to save them, so he no longer concealed it and directly told him:

“I found it one day when I was walking on the road.”

“Found it?”

“Yes, one day I was planning to go to the city, and as I was walking, the artifact fell and hit me on the head. At first, I thought it was a specially crafted mirror. Seeing that the craftsmanship was good, I brought it back to give to my wife, but I didn't expect that one day it would suddenly awaken the sleeping witch inside.”

“At that time, I thought I had found something amazing, after all, you know, intelligent items are usually extraordinary, but when I took it for appraisal, I found that there was no magic power at all, and the witch inside could only answer some daily related questions, and couldn't answer any deeper questions about where there were treasures, or the secrets of the village chief's wife next door... Anyway, I couldn't ask any of those things, so I just thought it was a toy made by a great mage in his spare time.”

Yarrow was a little disappointed after listening. He thought the old village chief would have some amazing secret, but it turned out he had just obtained it by chance.

Old Mike sat up straight and said solemnly to Yarrow: “Respected adventurer, you saved my family, and our gratitude to you is definitely more than just that artifact. In the future, as long as you need anything, I will do my best to help you!”

“You're too polite.” Not getting the information he wanted, Yarrow lost interest and turned to leave with a polite sentence.

But he suddenly remembered and asked: “Village chief, if it's convenient, could you ask what your family's great treasure is?”

“This...” The village chief's face showed embarrassment.

“If it's not convenient, then forget it.”

“No, I've already said so much,” Old Mike sighed,

“That treasure is actually the pacifier I used when I was a child.”

Yarrow opened his mouth, not quite understanding: “Huh? What?”

“It's the pacifier I used when I was a child, I sucked on it until I was six years old.” Old Mike said.

“You're not, not joking?”

“Definitely not joking.” Old Mike looked solemn, with infinite longing in his eyes, “That's my childhood memory, when I was a rich young master, infinitely glorious wherever I went. It's a pity that the family has declined now, and everything that could be sold has been sold, leaving only that jewel-encrusted pacifier. Sometimes, late at night, I take it out and suck on it a couple of times, as if I've returned to the beautiful times of my childhood...”

Yarrow hesitated, and finally only said:

“I wish you good health.”