That bard is such a charmer!

Chapter 11 Who is the hunter? Who is the prey?

Inside the blacksmith's shop.

Richard looked down at the two things he had found.

The first item is a left-hand glove made of cowhide. It looks relatively new and is likely a relic left by an adventurer from recent years.

The second item was a fist-sized cast iron pony toy, which was probably prepared by a pair of dwarf parents for their child.

Richard blinked and first cast the charm spell on his glove.

[Leather gloves: Where am I? Why is it so dark? Shouldn't I have been left behind by the river?]

"Ahem, Mr. Gloves, hello?"

Ah, it's the kind person who woke me up, hello...

Richard was very happy.

Because this pair of gloves is clearly different from the previous helmet, cloak, and magic stone, it is a rather polite item.

However, as they talked, he frowned again.

This pair of gloves made a very special wish...

My original master was a ranger from Phoenix City. He had a virtuous wife and a lovely daughter named Mary Cinderella and Elsa Cinderella.

Although he was poor, he was hardworking and brave, and by working tirelessly as an adventurer, he successfully supported his wife and daughter.

Unfortunately, during an operation a few years ago, he encountered a hungry owl-bear...

Now that he has died abroad, his wife and daughters will inevitably face hardship.

He cared for me a lot back then, and I respected him a lot too. I really wanted to do something for him.

So, kind soul, if you truly want to help me fulfill my wish, could you please go to Phoenix and look for my master's wife and daughter? See if they're still there? If they are, please give them some money so they can live a better life.

Ugh……

Brother Gloves, is it possible that I'm never going to get out of this underground?

It's not that I don't want to help you. I was also born in Phoenix, and I want to go back too, but I really can't get out!

Richard sighed, stopped talking to the glove, and silently put it on his hand.

Considering that the gloves' wish was quite sentimental, he couldn't bring himself to threaten them. So, he had no choice but to put the mission aside for now and deal with it when he returned to Phoenix.

He then turned his gaze to the pony toy and cast a charm spell.

[Toy Iron Horse: Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle, from the magical kingdom of Equestria...]

Okay, this character seems to have some weird personality. Was it designed by some imaginative dwarf child?

Richard pursed his lips and started making awkward small talk.

Fortunately, this time the progress was very smooth.

As a toy, the only desire of the Iron Horse is for someone to play with it and for it to have the opportunity to bring joy to people.

Richard easily gained enough favor with him and received the gift pack.

He immediately opened the gift package.

[You have acquired a Tier 1 spell: Laughter - You can cast a spell on any visible creature within ten meters without any materials, making everything appear ridiculous and laughable to that creature, causing it to laugh wildly and rendering it unable to move effectively for a short period of time.]

Remarks:

"Oh my dwarf brother, I swear the reason I laughed just now was because I was under a spell, not because I suddenly realized your book of hatred is so thick you need a ladder to even turn to the first page." — Dandelion the Playboy

Okay, no attribute points were given...

However, being able to give a Tier 1 spell is still quite good!

I approve of you, Twilight Sparkle! You truly deserve to be the princess of My Little Pony!

Richard carefully kept the used toy motorcycle, intending to give it to a child who cherished toys when he was able to leave the city in the future, as a way of repaying that kindness.

Then, he stood up and stretched his limbs.

All the necessary preparations have been completed.

It's time to put the plan into action!

Kobold warlock, huh? You wait, I'm coming for you!

Soon after.

Inside the kobolds' new lair.

The warlock, whose eyes were bloodshot, lay behind the wall, staring intently at the food on the open ground, having waited for more than three days.

He prayed silently to the five-colored dragon queen and the kobold god, hoping that the human would take the bait quickly.

Finally, the gods answered his prayers.

The warlock saw the tall, thin figure appear at the edge of the lair, tiptoe around, thinking no one would notice, and stealthily take a piece of jerky, then squat down in the corner and begin to eat it.

A few minutes later, the figure stood up again, seemingly wanting to take more...

"Ouch! It hurts! I feel so dizzy! Is there poison in this meat?"

...But immediately, the figure screamed, and then, as if drunk, staggered and ran away.

what!

That guy fell for it!

But will the poison we used really take effect that quickly...? Never mind, this is a long-awaited opportunity, we absolutely have to seize it!

"Gurgle!"

The kobold warlock let out a howl, awakening his minions lying in ambush everywhere, who swarmed out of their lair to chase after their target.

This time, due to the poisoning, the humans' escape speed was significantly slower, and they did not attempt to fight back.

Therefore, the warlock easily bit its tail.

Although they couldn't close the gap immediately, they weren't left behind either.

However, the human's legs were longer than the kobold's, and the human liked to climb over various obstacles that were too high for the kobolds. So, after a few minutes of chasing and fleeing, some of the weaker kobolds fell behind.

These ordinary kobolds do not have the enhanced dark vision of warlocks. Once they fall too far behind, they will not be able to see those in front of them and can only locate them by sound, turning into a swarm of scattered headless flies.

The warlock noticed this.

But he ignored it.

Firstly, he knew how rare this opportunity was, and he couldn't afford to lose track of the person no matter what.

Secondly, he felt that the human had already been poisoned and would become weaker as time went on, so what was there to be afraid of?

As a warlock, you must be confident!

The advantage is in my hands, so let's go for it!

With this mindset, the kobold warlock ignored his lagging companions and relentlessly chased after the humans.

A few minutes later, the warlock was left with only two trusted followers.

They arrived at a small square with a broken statue standing in the center.

"Gah (Found you, human!)"

The warlock immediately spotted the figure slumped under the statue and, without a word, unleashed a Burning Hand!

call!

Flames erupted from his thin, bony fingertips, engulfing the area around the statue and further scorching its already worn stone surface, turning it a deep black.

However, the sorcerer did not hear the scream he expected.

He looked closely in confusion and then realized that there was no human being under the statue at all, but just a few pieces of wood arranged in the shape of a human and dressed in human clothes!

This is fake!

Where are the real humans then?

"Go to hell!"

Just as the warlock was wondering, Richard, who had been lying in ambush behind some rubble and had changed his upper body clothes into a dwarven chainmail, suddenly rushed out and, without saying a word, launched a flurry of attacks at the warlock's two henchmen!

Because the two kobolds were very close together, Richard's slash had a wide-range killing effect. With a flash of silver light, he almost simultaneously severed their bodies, causing them to stop breathing forever.

[Experience points +4]

Richard then drew his sword and faced the lone sorcerer directly.

He stood tall and showed no signs of poisoning.

Yes, everything he did before was an act.

The goal was to make the warlock think he was poisoned, and then use the terrain and the warlock's greater vision than that of a regular kobold to lure him away from the main force—clearly, while enhanced dark vision is good, it can sometimes become a trap that harms its owner.

And now, Richard has achieved his goal.

He can now fight a warlock one-on-one.

"Friend, are you ready for a fair game?"