Green Monster Epic

Thirty-five-year-old dwarf Grandt, dressed in black, poked his head out, peering around the back door several times. After confirming that no one was passing by in the dim alley, he turned to bid farewell to the homeowner. He stepped out of the dimly lit doorway and quickly melted into the darkness.

A faint sound of the door closing came from behind. Soran's serious expression immediately crumbled, and a hint of glee flashed in his eyes. His small hands couldn't help but caress his waist a few times, feeling the fullness and weight of the bulging purse attached to his belt.

As a low-level divine servant of the Food God Society, Grandt had put in a lot of effort and time to finally bring the family behind him, who owned a grocery store and had two adult dwarves working in the security team and the Joint Chamber of Commerce respectively, into the Food God Society. This was also the fourth dwarf family he had absorbed since being promoted to a divine servant.

Now, in his group, thirteen dwarf families had become followers of the great Food God. Once he continued to work hard to spread the faith and expanded the group to twenty-nine families, he would be able to split his group into two, and he would be able to smoothly advance from a divine servant to a priest. When his subordinates had ten divine servants and a full group, then he would be able to become a mid-level divine official in the Food God Society.

Of course, actively developing believers had other benefits besides promotion. For example, this time, after Grandt absorbed this new Food God believer dwarf family, he could, in the name of offering, request the relatively wealthy dwarf family to donate to the Food God Society.

In the Ferman World's church forces, there was the practice of donation, to show the believer's piety to their faith. According to those divine officials, the more a believer donated, the more steadfast and devout their faith would be.

In the Food God Society, although there was no such rule as donation in the internal regulations, the divine servants could not engage in production and business within the tribe for daily evangelism, and the benefits distributed by the society could only maintain daily life. Therefore, as the scale of the divine servant class became larger and larger, and new believers did not quite understand the difference between the Food God Society and other churches, they actively made donations to the divine servants, which gave the divine servants an additional source of income.

The shrewd Grandt, after being developed into a believer by the divine servants of the Food God Society, keenly perceived the opportunity. Therefore, after a period of hard work in studying the Food God Society's doctrine and constantly striving, he finally became a low-level divine servant.

Apart from the few dwarf families split from other priests, the four dwarf families that Grandt had developed himself, after receiving the grace and blessing of the great Food God, would take the initiative to send a donation under Grandt's subtle reminders.

In the Green Field Tribe, everyone knew who the master of the Food God was. All the dwarves who accepted the Food God's faith mostly had genuine respect and admiration for the Food God, so they would naturally be very generous when making donations. After all, the Green Field dwarves knew that the beautiful and peaceful life they now possessed was due to the existence of that one.

The believers developed this time were very good. The first donation was one hundred silver coins, which could be converted into one gold coin. In an ordinary Green Field family, it would be at least two or three months' total income. Now that it had reached Grandt's hands, it had become his personal 'activity funds'.

The clinking silver coins tumbled in the purse. The crisp and low sound entered Grandt's ears, like a little tune, making him feel refreshed and very comfortable.

Just then, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind and grabbed Grandt's throat. Grandt was immediately startled and panicked, and he was about to struggle. However, as an icy metallic breath stuck between his teeth, feeling the threat to his life, his action of wanting to shout was interrupted.

Thump!

A heavy blow struck Grandt's fragile back of the neck. Darkness suddenly swept over Grandt's mind, and his body softened and slid to the ground. Then, a powerful arm grabbed his belt, lifting him in his hand like a lamb.

After the attacker succeeded, his feet stomped on the ground, quickly jumping into a dark alley to the left front. Soon, this quiet road returned to calm.

The figure carrying the captive strode quickly, but did not make too much noise under his feet. He constantly shuttled through the spider web-like narrow alleys, obviously very familiar with the surrounding environment.

At this time, another fork in the alley appeared in front. Just as the figure was about to turn with a light tap of his feet, a faint reflection flashed in his bright, star-like pupils. Under conditioned reflex, his legs directly stepped on the ground, and the whole person jumped more than two meters high.

Sizzle ~ ~ ~ ~

A dull rubbing sound came from the soles of his leather boots, and then a stinging pain came from under his feet. Before the black shadow could lower his head to check the problem, a cold light suddenly pierced out from behind, heading straight for the vital point of the black shadow's back.

The black shadow threw his left hand backward, and the dwarf Grandt smashed diagonally towards the body of the assassin who appeared behind him. Unless the other party ignored Grandt's life and death and pierced through his body, it would be possible to stab himself again.

The assassin behind him was also straightforward. He retracted his right hand that was stabbing straight, and his left hand, holding another short sword, waved the hilt to the side. The unconscious Grandt drew an arc and fell towards the roof next to him.

The black shadow turned and glanced at the assassin. The other party's appearance was completely covered by a fox mask, just like himself, they were both existences hiding their identities. Without gain, the black shadow did not stay, and the afterglow found that the target falling on the roof was now being protected by another figure who suddenly appeared. He quickly made a judgment in his heart and a shadow jumped and disappeared into the assassin's eyes.

"… …"

The assassin and the companion on the roof exchanged glances. Seeing the other party nodding slightly, he no longer looked for the black shadow's trace. Instead, he returned to the corner of the alley and packed up, retrieved a black gold thread as thin as a gossamer, and then the two of them started walking, taking the still unconscious Grandt, and disappeared into the darkness.

Clang! Clang!

A team of fully armed city guard warriors slowly passed by the alley, not knowing that a thrilling battle had taken place here just a few minutes ago.

… … … …

The black shadow broke away from the shadow plane and returned to the real world. A heartstring did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He constantly shuttled through the streets and alleys, sometimes to the east and sometimes to the west. Sometimes he even walked around and returned to his original path. Only after confirming that there were no pursuers did he re-determine his position and plunged into the shadow plane again with a flash.

Knock knock knock!

At the back door of a seemingly ordinary residence, the black shadow gently knocked on the door rhythmically. The owner of the residence, hearing the movement, pulled the back door open a crack. The black shadow immediately moved in, and then the door was quickly closed.

“The mission failed. The target had another group tailing him. After I knocked the target out, they attacked me as well, but I noticed them and escaped. However, they took the target.”

The shadow finally revealed its true face, which was an ordinary human face. Facing him solemnly was a goblin from the Greenwild Tribe.

Hearing the human companion's statement, the goblin's face turned grave: “Who exactly are these people? Why are they targeting this unremarkable target like us? Could it be the Greenwild Intelligence Bureau? Did they discover our actions and then take this action?”

“It shouldn't be. If they discovered us, they would be more likely to tail us, find out our connections, rather than set up a simple trap halfway to deal with me.”

The middle-aged human face shook his head, answering with certainty.

“Then who else could it be? Could it be a sentinel from the Food God Society?”

The goblin was persuaded by the other party and continued to ask with a frown.

“It's possible, but there's also something that can't be explained. Why would they be tailing their own members?”

The human didn't deny it, but his eyes were somewhat evasive, as if he had some other thoughts about it.

“No matter who these people are, let's lie low again and not take action for the time being.”

“Yes, that's what I was thinking too.”

The dim room was unlit. Besides the two people's conversation, only a dozen or so mosquitoes buzzed, flapping their wings in the darkness, searching for their prey. A mosquito seemed to sense the presence of a certain prey, and following the eaves built from the wooden planks above its head, it flew out. Soon, it landed in the fluffy feathers of a night owl on a large tree dozens of meters away.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The night owl quickly spread its wings, flapped them a few times, and rose into the sky, disappearing into the dim night sky, finally landing in a stone house with a second-floor side window open.

Green light surged from the night owl's body, quickly enveloping the night owl with a wingspan of nearly a meter. When the green light dissipated, in place of the night owl, there appeared a goblin wearing a beige robe and a fox mask identical to the assassin's mask from before, holding a naturally curved brown wooden staff more than a meter long.

There were already people in the house. One of the goblins kneeling on the stone floor was none other than Grant, who had been knocked unconscious earlier. As for the other three goblins wearing tight leather armor, two of them were the assassins who had just saved Grant.

At this time, Grant had already woken up. Although his bound hands were freed, his frightened face suggested that he had not yet recovered from the incident just now. Kneeling on the ground, Grant cautiously peeked at the identities of the three fox-masked goblins and was somewhat curious about the newly arrived druid who had cast the transformation spell.

The window closed automatically, and then a faint magical aura rippled from the white-robed druid's staff. A level three Silence spell quickly enveloped the area around the house.

“The other party's hideout has been found. The one who contacted him is a goblin from our tribe. What should we do with these two next?”

The white-robed druid glanced at Grant on the ground, a hint of contempt in his eyes, then raised his head and said in a muffled voice.

“Damn bastard, a dog who bites the hand that feeds him!”

One of the three, hearing his companion's words, roared in a low voice, filled with anger.

“Keep an eye on these two guys. Later, find a way to leak this information to the useless Intelligence Bureau in town and let them deal with these vermin.”

Another burly fox-masked goblin's rough voice rang out, seemingly the leader of this group of four. After he finished speaking his opinion, the other three had no other opinions and nodded in agreement.

“I've left my animal companion to monitor them, they can't escape.”

“What should we do with this guy?”

After the important matters were dealt with, the four refocused their gazes, staring unkindly at the kneeling, well-behaved goblin, Grant.

“Please spare me, brave warriors! I am also a goblin from our tribe! I will definitely not reveal what happened tonight!”

Hearing the words of the others, Grant's eyes darted around. Although they had only had a few brief conversations, he still gleaned something from them. He quickly kowtowed and began to beg for mercy.

The four fox-masked goblins withdrew their gazes in disgust. The burly goblin, as the leader, suddenly waved his right hand. An object flew out from his sleeve, hitting Grant's temple, with just enough force to knock the unlucky goblin unconscious again.

“Take him back and hand him over to the department for disposal. Anyway, the evidence that should be investigated and collected, we have also confirmed it, enough to convict this bastard!”

“Understood.”

The goblin leader and his companions were secretly delighted. Originally, this newly established monitoring team was collecting evidence of Grant's, a divine servant, crimes, but they didn't expect a spy from an external force lurking in the town to suddenly appear and capture Grant, which just gave their team a great opportunity to make a contribution.

Thinking of this, the burly goblin leader looked at the goblin curled up like a shrimp on the ground, his eyes softened a little.

However, this did not mean that they would let Grant go. As members of the newly established Supervisory Department under the Holy Ministry of the Food God Society, their task was to secretly investigate the members in the grassroots positions of the Society, collect their rebellious acts against the doctrine, and report them to the Holy Ministry.

In the past few decades, the Society focused on developing believers and hiding their identities. Many of the goblins promoted to preach were chosen for their talents, but their personalities were not examined. Therefore, the priests and servants at the middle and lower levels were naturally of mixed quality.

Shortly after the new leader took office, he began a series of sweeping reforms. The Holy Ministry, as the first newly established institution, now has many teams like the one before them, beginning to carry out the tasks given to them by the higher-ups.

Grant was also very unlucky, because he was a newly promoted divine servant, so according to the monitoring order and difficulty, he became one of the first to be investigated.

Even without this capture incident, after the fox-masked goblin team completed the investigation of Grant, it wouldn't be long before this guy would inevitably be recalled to the Food God Society, captured and imprisoned for interrogation and investigation.

The white-robed druid tapped the ground with his staff, and the silence spell effect stopped abruptly. Then, the four nodded to each other and walked down the stairs to the first floor one by one, before disappearing.