Just like that, a goblin attack ended easily, and the mercenaries happily discussed the delightful battle, while everyone carefully examined the corpses. The green skins loved shiny things, which might be worthless glass beads or stones, or possibly enticing gold coins or even gemstones.
"Ah, what a pleasant fight, no one sacrificed, and the few unlucky ones who got injured were only frostbitten. We can soon set off again, Lady Trovik." The mercenaries were delighted, and Viert found some silver coins on the goblin, an unexpected gain, and he immediately went to the female sorcerer to report the situation.
"Good... call Laine over." In Viert's imagination, Lady Trovik should not be angry even if she didn't smile. However, the deputy commander noticed the female sorcerer's face was pale and her tone unpleasant, so he retreated meekly.