Undoubtedly, performing good deeds is a source of great pleasure, particularly for children. The sense of accomplishment and contentment they glean from such acts far surpasses that of adults.
In the face of the two children's excitement, Glen gently patted their heads and remarked,"Perhaps, should you encounter hardships in the future, you might witness that white wolf returning to repay your kindness."
Although the origin of the white wolf remained a mystery, this did not impede him from kindling a fantasy for the two young girls.
Presently, the circumstances were less than ideal; otherwise, Glen would surely have delved into an investigation of the white wolf.
"Truly?!" Leaves exclaimed, her excitement reaching new heights.
Subsequently, she and Mushroom engaged in an animated discussion about the future, occasionally posing naive queries to Glen.
For instance, they wondered what she should do to appear courteous if she were to encounter the white wolf again.
Glen responded off - handedly as he needed to complete roasting the kebabs that were left unfinished.
However, none of the three anticipated that the white wolf would make a reappearance.
It held something in its mouth.
Glen detected it immediately this time. Coincidentally, having just finished roasting the kebabs, he turned to face the white wolf.
"Mushroom, look! It's truly here!" Leaves shook Mushroom vigorously, causing her to see stars.
As the wolf drew nearer, Glen still could not discern what it was carrying in its mouth.
It was a cylindrical object. One end boasted something resembling a ruby, while the rest of it exhibited a metallic sheen. The design exuded an air of enigma.
The white wolf deposited the object, cast a glance at Glen, lowered its head once more, repeated the same gesture as before, and then turned and departed yet again.
Leaves was tempted to rush forward and retrieve the object forthwith but managed to restrain herself. Daof had admonished them on numerous occasions not to touch objects of unknown provenance.
Glen stooped to examine the item, then picked up a twig. Approaching the object, he prodded it with the twig.
Leaves had an uncanny sense of déjà- vu. It was only later that she recalled seeing a classmate using a similar method to poke at a magical beast's excrement during her childhood.
Glen fiddled with the object for a while. Eventually, determining that it should be safe to touch, he tentatively picked it up with his hand.
It felt cool to the touch, similar to metal. Even the part resembling a ruby was unproblematic to touch.
However, he soon discovered that the cylindrical object had an opening.
He used his fingernail to pry it open. As the thin lid opened, a dense cluster of magical runes was revealed within.
Constrained by his knowledge, Glen handed it to Leaves and the other girl beside him, surmising that they might possess more insights.
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The two young girls huddled close, scrutinizing it intently, but ultimately shook their heads.
"It's so bewildering. I have no idea what it says," Leaves remarked.
"This appears to be a high - level rune - writing technique. We haven't mastered this yet. If only Lucas were here; he surely would have studied it," Mushroom continued.
Glen realized that there was no way to decipher it at present, so he tossed the object into his backpack.
The lunch hour concluded.
Having rested adequately, Glen packed his belongings and resumed their journey.
Whenever they passed through a town, he would halt and explore, enabling the two young girls, on their maiden long - distance journey, to broaden their horizons.
Thus, they traveled, enjoying themselves along the way, departing from the densely populated areas and venturing into the true "wilderness."
Although the surroundings might seem indistinguishable from ordinary desolate mountains and wild ridges, this was a locale where numerous wild alien tribes congregated.
Creatures such as goblins and kobolds were known to frequent these parts.
Save for those who deliberately came here for training, scarcely anyone dared to venture into this area.
Consequently, it had become a haven for numerous fugitives, heretics, and extremely dangerous individuals.
It was hardly surprising that the three dark wizards had chosen to establish their abode in such a place.
Subsequently, it was no longer Glen who elucidated their observations and experiences to the two young girls.
For he, too, was in this place for the first time.
Although the two young girls had never been here before, they boasted a wealth of theoretical knowledge.
Along the way, they encountered numerous strange - looking creatures, and the two were able to identify them, describe their habits, and so forth, greatly enriching Glen's knowledge.
As he listened to the two girls chattering incessantly about their recent experiences, Glen was engrossed in pondering a question.
Namely, how to completely empty the possessions of the three wizards. He doubted that a single deer - drawn cart could transport everything.
I was too heedless... In the end, he could only sigh thus.
Suddenly, a shrill cry interrupted his reverie.
Looking closely, he beheld that hundreds of goblins had gathered ahead at some point.
They were of diminutive stature, attired in rough linen, and brandished various inferior weapons, leering menacingly at the approaching deer - drawn cart.
"Wow! So many goblins! What are they saying? I can't hear clearly," Leaves leaned on Glen's shoulder, craning her neck to peer forward.
"What if you could hear them? Do you understand their language?" Glen inquired with a smile.
Leaves shook her head awkwardly."The teacher taught it, but I didn't feel inclined to learn..."
"I can empathize," Glen replied, his gaze still fixed ahead, his tone one of concurrence.
He himself had endured great tribulations while learning English during his school days. It seemed that everyone harbored a resistance to learning foreign languages during their childhood.
"I've studied it. I can understand..." Mushroom whispered, leaning on Glen's other shoulder.
"I almost forgot! Mushroom is the most diligent learner. She surely can understand!" Leaves exclaimed, her voice full of surprise.
Language is no simple matter. Merely being able to read it does not necessarily mean one can understand it, little girl... Glen did not hold out much hope.
The deer - drawn cart came to a halt, and the goblins promptly surrounded them.
A goblin, slightly more robust than its peers, stepped forward, brandishing a large club studded with nails and jabbering incoherently at Glen.
"What did it say?" Glen still asked Mushroom.
The latter furrowed her brow, reflected for a moment, and then said,"It commanded us to disembark, stand still, and refrain from resistance. Otherwise... otherwise, it will attack us."
Glen was astonished that Mushroom had actually understood and couldn't help but give her a thumbs - up.
Mushroom blushed and scratched her head.
The goblin below, enraged to see these humans ignoring it and engaging in conversation, let out a loud shout.
At this, the surrounding goblins immediately prepared to charge forward and teach these three audacious humans a lesson.
However, only their agonized screams ensued.
Glen held the smaller goblin he had just apprehended, pondering what to do with it.
Leaves, behind him, immediately exclaimed,"Wow! Glen, you're incredibly formidable! That flying kick was spectacular! Can you teach me?!"
When the goblins rushed forward, Leaves had assumed that Glen, lacking magical abilities, would surely be no match for them. She had intended to use her magic to safeguard him.
But she never expected Glen to possess such remarkable combat skills. His movements were elegant and decisive, further intensifying the two young girls' admiration for him.