Reincarnated As A Dragon With Cheats-Chapter 38: The Named Goblins (1)

Chapter 38: The Named Goblins (1)

"Lord Dragon, if you will, please allow me to lead the way."

After Eren had left, the goblins who once feared Azeth now looked at him with awe. Well, they feared even now too. A bit less.

Despite being a dragon hatchling, Azeth was somehow extremely powerful.

Some of them even compared him to the small Earth Dragons they had heard about back in their villages.

Either way, they readily accepted Azeth’s proposal.

"This way please. We are ready to accept you as our master."

Azeth shook his head.

"A messenger. I’m just a lowly messenger. My master is on his way, so make sure you treat him with utmost respect."

"We will prepare everything for him! But we have prepared something for you too. Now, please..." said the elder, following whom Azeth now walked slowly.

Every goblin around him maintained a safe distance of five meters. Their trembling knees and quivering lips clearly showed how much they feared him.

Azeth simply ignored it.

Such fear was necessary.

They strolled for about five minutes before finally approaching the Goblin Village: Chunk.

"A little further and the gate will appear, Lord Messenger."

"Lord Azeth is fine."

"Understood, Lord Azeth," the elder replied.

He had a name. Azeth didn’t know own it yet, but it became clear right away.

"I sense presences nearby. Goblins..."

The elder instantly turned around.

"Yes, Lord! They are our warriors on watch!"

"Oh?"

"Yes, let me..."

The elder took a pause and then...

"Gather around!"

The moment he shouted, the goblins following him began gathering.

They formed a simple semicircle with Azeth at the center.

All of them faced the bushes and trees ahead.

Leaves rustled.

From the shadows, several silhouettes emerged.

Some jumped down from trees while others crawled out of the muddy swamp nearby, whose pungent smell was unmistakable.

Azeth studied their bodies.

Some were covered in mud.

Others had leaves and branches sticking out of their bodies like camouflage.

In perfect sync, they exclaimed,

"Welcome back, Elder Lake!"

Lake simply raised his left hand in response and tried to introduce Azeth.

"He..."

"Wow! You’ve got a dragon baby, elder! Are we having a yummy dinner tonight?"

A young goblin named Zobo blurted out the words, making several others drool along with him.

Lake was startled by their sudden excitement.

Some goblins even stepped forward.

Hunger?

Most definitely.

Azeth could tell just by looking at their malnourished bodies.

To them, anything that moved was potential food.

Perhaps they had once tasted dragon meat.

Or maybe they had only heard stories.

"Is that right, Elder?"

Several goblins stared at Azeth with wide eyes.

Drool flowed like a waterfall, and their eyes looked as if they might pop out any moment.

Seeing this, Azeth stepped forward.

Though startled, he maintained his composure.

He looked at Lake with clear annoyance.

Their eyes met.

Lake could practically hear Azeth’s thoughts.

’Do something. Otherwise don’t blame me for being merciless.’

"Ahem. Little ones, he is an esteemed guest. Mind your manners," Lake said quickly.

"Eh? So he’s not dinner?" Zobo asked, staring at Azeth.

Azeth stared back.

Compared to the other goblins, Zobo stood out with his fat stomach.

No wonder he was obsessed with food.

Worse still, Zobo had already pulled out something resembling a fork and knife.

He looked ready to butcher Azeth right then and there.

The moment their eyes met, Zobo quickly shoved the utensils back under his leafy pants and looked away.

Azeth had only one comment.

"Crazy."

These goblins were on the verge of starvation, yet they still considered him food.

What had the world fallen to?

"Demas, their duty for the day is over, right?"

When Elder Lake spoke, an outsider might have thought he was talking to empty air.

But Azeth could sense it.

Just like his master sometimes spoke to the system while staring at nothing.

Azeth could feel the presences.

’Three hundred seventy in total. Interesting... very interesting...’

To Azeth’s senses, the goblins appeared like faint white flames scattered throughout the village.

Some were still hiding nearby.

Demas appeared moments later with a loud thud after jumping down from a tall tree.

Azeth was slightly surprised.

Not because of the goblin.

But because of his outfit.

Demas wore leafy pants decorated with intricate patterns. They weren’t impressive, but they were neat.

Thirteen red lines were carved into them.

Azeth counted them carefully.

’Thirteen.’

Demas himself was muscular.

Even by goblin standards, he looked impressive.

"Indeed, Elder. The young ones can leave for the day. We will handle the security as usual."

Lake nodded and turned around.

"Zobo, let’s enter the village. No more lingering outside."

Zobo turned away reluctantly.

Everyone heard him sigh.

"Tsk... missed chance to eat a baby dragon..."

Thanks to having a name, Lake had acquired a skill.

[Bag]

It allowed him to carry an invisible storage space in his mind.

Unlike Pebbles’ inventory or Azeth’s Purge skill, this one worked based on weight.

The maximum capacity was ten kilograms.

At the moment, Lake had emptied the rusty weapons stored inside it.

Instead, he carried the corpse of the dead dragon hatchling.

Thankfully, the skill also concealed the smell.

Otherwise Zobo might have gone insane.

Azeth, meanwhile, was extremely surprised.

As they approached the village, he finally asked,

"How do you have a name?"

The elder answered nervously.

"Ahem... I was named by chance. By a traveler."

"Hm?"

"And them?" Azeth asked, pointing toward Demas behind them and Zobo ahead.

"Yes... them as well."

Azeth frowned.

"How many?"

"And why did this traveler name you?"

Two muscular goblins opened the wooden gate.

As Azeth stepped inside, Lake quietly replied,

"About seventy of us have been named."

"...huh?"

Azeth stopped walking.

Seventy was a large number. Anyone capable of naming that many, was certainly not ordinary...

"And I named them to capture you and your master." It was a childish voice that tried to sound deep.

Azeth instantly turned his head.

Standing behind him was a figure floating half a meter above the ground.

The individual wore a robe identical to the one from the dungeon, the one that particular Undead Shaman was wearing.

But instead of a scythe, he held a staff.

Azeth was shocked.

He had sensed the presence.

But he never noticed when the figure appeared behind him.

"You... you are...?" Azeth wanted to understand the situation.

He hadn’t anticipated this and it was a shocker... but before he could process...

"Attack!!!"

The Shaman shouted.

Dozens of goblins leaped toward Azeth at once.

Lake was the first. He used his small stick as support and jumped high.

"Hahahahaha! Die!!!"

The half-paralyzed goblin from earlier screamed from the back of another goblin as thirty goblins jumped through the air.

They surrounded Azeth from all sides.

Every single one of them believed the same thing.

Dragon feast was coming.

Maybe.