The village was very lively. Some people who went up to the mountain to cut firewood came back from the mountain. One of them came back with a pheasant in his hand and picked two bundles of firewood.

When the tribesmen saw him carrying two bundles of firewood and a pheasant as a trophy, they all praised him for his greatness.

"It's so strange. This pheasant was picked up on the ground, and this bundle of firewood was also picked up on the mountain."

"Uncle, have you met my father? How come you have my father's stick? And the rope that binds the legs of this pheasant belongs to my father."

A young man among the viscount asked strangely when he saw something in the uncle's hand.

"As I was talking, I picked up something on the way down the mountain, but I didn't see your father."

"Ah! What's going on? Nothing will happen to my father when he goes up the mountain, right?"

"No, something might have happened." The count thought of the tree spirit and vixen he saw yesterday. These two monsters could not catch them last night, so they might have been watching them.

He was already on guard in the morning, but he didn't expect that when they came back, they harmed the people in the village.

"What? What happened to my father?" The Viscount was anxious and worried, and hurriedly ran up the mountain.

Without saying a word, the count ran as fast as he could toward the hill they came back from.

People here didn't know what happened and wanted to ask. The people who had just returned all ran up the mountain in a hurry. The other men, women and children in the village didn't know what happened and wanted to follow up the mountain, especially the middle-aged man.

The wife is even more afraid that something will happen to her husband.

The old earl stopped these people and told them to wait at the stockade and not to follow them up the mountain and cause trouble to them.

The count ran faster than the viscount and ran up the mountain road, where he smelled the slightest smell.

It was the body odor of an animal. I smelled it on that fox last night. The beautiful fox had a special smell on his body. This smell could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

"Count, this is where I picked up the pheasants and firewood."

When the count stopped here and looked around, the person who picked up the pheasant and the people in the village arrived.

"In this case, let's follow the direction of the smell!"

The count felt that this goblin was harmful to people, and if he was not killed, he might continue to harm people in the village in the future.

This kind of animal is unpredictable and cunning. How can people in the village fight it?

If I didn't have a magic wand, I wouldn't have the ability to compete with it.

It turned out that I thought it was better to do less than to do more. I just had to avoid these two goblins and be careful when going up the mountain in the future.

But now the goblin followed them to the village and wanted to harm the people in their village.

The earl had to make up his mind to fight this thousand-year-old fairy.

The count has a very good sense of smell, and following that special smell, he traced it to a place that was a bit special.

There is no cave visible, but the special smell here is very strong. This must be the place where the fox dens.

If you can't see a cave here, then magic must have been used here.

The count took out his magic wand and used magic to recite a spell, which was used to dissolve the illusion.

The magic wand's colorful light emitted, making their place on the mountain very bright at noon. The trees and jungles here blocked the sunlight, as if the sun was shining in.
Chapter completed!