I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

When the group flew over to Gauss, they realized he was even younger than he looked.

After noticing the exceptionally outstanding features of the young man, they immediately realized that this was their target for the trip, the leader of the Red Dragon group, Gauss.

And after observing that there were no demons or enemies beside Gauss, they couldn’t help but wonder.

Could that Light Magic from earlier have been a warning to them?

With this thought, their attitude immediately became more humble.

Even though they had already gathered intel about Gauss’s strength from their scouts, it wasn’t until this moment that they realized that the strength shown in the reports might only be part of his power.

He is like an iceberg submerged in the sea, with each excavation revealing a deeper foundation.

Gauss took a glance at them, roughly surmising their identities and purpose.

After a brief conversation, it turned out to be just as he thought.

They were here to find him.

When he appeared in the sky after leaving retreat, scouts stationed around the Red Dragon group’s base must have discovered him.

Now that the person in charge has formally appeared, other adventurer group leaders or higher-ups will soon come to communicate.

For one, if those demon materials scattered across the mountains are left for a few more days, many of the organs and tissues will likely rot and lose most of their value.

With a little thought, one could tell that it would be impossible for the hundred or so members of the Red Dragon group to harvest everything in a short time, nor would there be sufficient manpower for transportation and sales.

Rather than letting them rot, it’s better to sell a portion of these spoils of war.

The sooner they negotiate with the Red Dragon group, the more they could share from these spoils.

Of course, if it weren’t the Red Dragon group but a less powerful group of adventurers guarding this ’golden mountain,’ these adventurer groups might not be so polite, and it is more likely they would band together and take the share by force.

Ultimately, all distribution of interests is based on power.

Otherwise, what good would it do for the Red Dragon group to have the ownership of the spoils?

Gauss guided the senior members of the Sky Adventurer Group who introduced themselves toward the Red Dragon group’s base.

The purpose of coming out was to practice two 5-ring spells; although the time was short, he managed to test the effects.

Most of the Red Dragon group’s members were working overtime to harvest spoils, mainly elite-level monster corpses, while the more numerous lower-level demons were temporarily left aside.

Gauss flew ahead, with a giant eagle silently following behind him.

Soon, the battlefield that seemed not yet fully calmed appeared before the eyes of those on the eagle’s back.

Although they had seen the general scene of the battle in the Memory Ball, being on the battlefield in person allowed them to truly feel the ’brutality’ of the recent battle.

Of course, considering that the Red Dragon group reportedly didn’t have any sacrifices, this brutality was more one-sided against the demon legion.

The old mage’s sharp eyes, inconsistent with his age, scanned and observed the corpses strewn across the mountains, his pupils constantly contracting.

Numerous demon corpses lay on the ground, even beyond one’s sight.

With so many monsters, let alone their Sky Adventurer Group, even if they gathered several times more people, they would probably be overwhelmed by this tide of demon legions.

While they were observing, Gauss was silently watching them.

The strongest mage elder is probably level 9 or level 10, but until a battle occurs, it’s hard to be certain.

However, for him now, it doesn’t make much of a difference.

Back at the base, the Red Dragon group’s chefs had just finished preparing food.

The edible parts of the Demon Frog Lord had been cut and stored in refrigerated food boxes, serving as Gauss’s main food source for a while.

It’s not that Gauss is stingy, but the flesh soaked in high-intensity magic power is toxic to most people.

Gauss, with his purple-quality ”Feast” racial talent, can naturally ignore the harm it brings and maximize its nutritional value, but others aren’t so blessed.

Of course, the rest of the Red Dragon group’s members don’t have poor meals either.

Before setting off, Gauss had already instructed the logistics team to purchase food worth over a hundred gold coins, enough for their team of about a hundred to enjoy high-quality living in the Maze for over half a month.

”Let’s eat and talk, shall we, gentlemen?”

”Then we gladly accept, Leader Gauss.”

After practicing magic for a while, Gauss felt a bit hungry, and now, smelling the rich soup of the Demon Frog Lord brought over by the chef, it was as if a craving in his belly was awakened, and he couldn’t resist a big appetite.

It’s not just to satisfy his gastronomical desires, but as his magic envoy level increases and his various racial talents from demons upgrade, his body naturally craves more nutrient-rich high-grade food.

The group casually visited, sitting on wooden stumps serving as temporary seats by the campfire.

Seeing Gauss’s dish, noticeably different from others’, a guest holding a similar tray couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

The giant round bowl was ”gurgling” with bubbles, and a strong magic aura was constantly emanating from the broth.