Reincarnation of a Hunter Chapter 29.2 - Hello, Bixby (1)

 

 

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Bixby was hurrying back to his tribe.

 

‘What should I do? If they find out I lied, that human will invade!’

 

Bixby, who was unusually intelligent for a goblin, had been lying this whole time. His tribe was located in the mountains, 20 km from the cultivated land—the very mountain Eric considered a boundary.

Moreover, the tribe was small.

 

It was completely different from what the Marseille territory had assumed.

 

Due to conflicts between goblin tribes and wars with orc clans, their forces had drastically diminished.

 

‘I must report to the chieftain. We’ll all die at this rate!’

 

Bixby quickened his pace toward the chieftain’s hut.

 

“Chieftain! Chieftain! Big trouble!”

 

He ran up to a tall, elderly goblin who looked to be at least 180 cm in height.

 

The goblin chieftain carried an air of dignity as if he had lived for centuries. To an outsider, it would have been hard to believe that a goblin of such stature was the leader of a small tribe.

 

“What happened?”

 

“I was captured by a human. I brought back this sword.”

 

“Stop fussing and speak slowly.”

 

Bixby took a deep breath.

 

“I—I went to the human’s land, and the owner told me to deliver a message to the chieftain.”

 

“A request to meet?”

 

“How did you know? Anyway, he said, ‘If you don’t keep your promise, you won’t be able to protect your land,’ and gave me this sword.”

 

The goblin chieftain examined the blade.

 

The military bayonet, engraved with the words ‘Ministry of National Defense, Republic of Korea,’ was far more refined and sturdy compared to swords forged in this era.

 

The chieftain marveled at the weapon.

 

“Was there anything else?”

 

“He gave me a name. My name is ‘Bixby’ now.”

 

The chieftain nodded.

 

‘He doesn’t seem to be playing games or plotting anything. This human understands the meaning of an envoy well.’

 

“But why did this happen in the first place?”

 

“Well…”

 

Bixby explained the situation to the chieftain.

 

“You were bluffing?”

 

“If I hadn’t, the humans would have invaded. Then we’d all be dead.”

 

The chieftain shook his head in disbelief.

 

‘But this concerns the survival of the tribe. First, I need to assess what kind of human he is. If he seems dangerous, I’ll place a curse on the spot.’

 

Being a shaman as well, the chieftain was prepared to eliminate Eric by any means necessary if he proved hostile to the goblins.

 

“I’ll go meet this human king. Bixby, you’re coming with me.”

 

Bixby grew even more excited when the chieftain called him by his name.

 

“Bixby! Bixby!”

 

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I had been staying in Comansville for two days.

 

The seventh pioneer village under development in the reclaimed land was nearing completion, so I was there to lend a hand wherever possible.

 

We used golems to level the wide, dry land and transported building materials.

 

The village chief of Comansville pointed to the site where the new village would be built.

 

“Lord, even if we don’t provide houses, it would be good to construct basic public facilities.”

 

“What kind of buildings are you referring to?”

 

“A communal workshop, a well, and a laundry area should be built in proper locations beforehand. Otherwise, they might end up being constructed haphazardly.”

 

“I’ll send technicians once I return to the lord’s estate.”

 

The budget was tight, yet expenses kept piling up.

 

‘We need something we can produce and sell immediately. Relying solely on Canada syrup won’t be enough.’

 

Once the busy farming season begins, Canada’s production will inevitably drop. Then, tax revenue will decrease as well.

 

I’ll have to use my past-life knowledge and experience to create another product. While I was deep in thought, the Wood Golems alerted me to intruders.

—Cucoo!

 

A villager on guard duty also shouted loudly.

 

“Goblins! Over a hundred of them!”

 

I drew the Soul Reaper and summoned the Wood Golems to my left and right.

 

“Everyone, retreat behind me.”

 

The workers quickly gathered behind me, and soon we faced the goblins.

 

Among them was an elderly goblin, Bigsby, and goblins armed with wooden spears.

 

Unlike the average goblins, who stood around 130 cm tall, one particularly tall and aged goblin seemed to be their chieftain.

 

‘Appraisal.’

 

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Argawinata (251 years old)
➺ The 23rd son of the Goblin King ‘Ariwibou’.

 

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‘251 years old? That’s insane. Doesn’t that mean he lives much longer than elves?’

 

I never thought I’d meet a being older than the witch Winnie in my lifetime.

 

At any rate, since the chieftain came in response to my words, they likely weren’t here for a massacre.

 

I sheathed my sword and stepped forward toward the elderly goblin.

 

“Bixby, translate my words.”

 

“Understood.”

 

“I am Eric Marseille, the lord of this land. Who are you?”

 

As Bixby diligently attempted to translate, the old goblin annoyingly handed over a few suspicious mushrooms.

 

“Bixby, what’s this?”

 

“These are mushrooms bestowed by the forest deity, Lady Artemis. Eating just one will make you a person of the forest.”

 

“A person of the forest?”

 

“Goblins, orcs, trolls, and ogres can all understand each other. It’s because they eat these mushrooms.”

 

I picked up the suspicious mushroom.

 

‘Appraise.’

 

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Link Mushroom
   ➺ Smells extremely unpleasant.

 

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‘Why is the info like this? Is it safe to eat? Not that it matters since I’m immune to poison.’

 

I put one in my mouth and chewed.

 

“Ugh! This tastes like crap.”

 

Bixby’s eyes widened as he stumbled backward.

 

“Seems like you’ve tasted crap before. I don’t want to get close to you.”

 

“No! It was a figure of speech!”

 

Then, as I swallowed the Link Mushroom, a system message appeared before my eyes.