After a brief rest, the priestess took out medicinal powder and bandages to treat Luke's wounds. She reunited with Mel and the others along the path. The party's archer had abandoned them and fled.
The atmosphere seemed to have turned strange. They had clearly survived a disaster, yet Ravi and Luke still felt miserable. Nana said nothing, merely smiling as usual while picking up her staff.
"Don't bother with him. Milka's just a coward." Supported by Ravi, the knight struggled to his feet.
Mel did not say much. True, how could everyone possibly be both brave and rational? In that situation, there was nothing wrong with prioritizing one's own life, was there?
Could they really expect a seven-year-old child to kill ten level 10 goblins?
"Collect the ears. You should be able to go back and turn in the quest, right? I want to see if there are any Golden Slimes at the bottom." Mel wiped the blood from his dagger with the burlap in his hand. He really was not used to this yet.
The priestess took over supporting the knight, while Ravi pulled out his dagger to cut off the goblins' left ears. Mel was in no rush to continue downward; he needed to recover some stamina first.
"Mel, who's your master? He must be incredible. I've never seen anyone stronger than you at your age." The knight slowly came over to Mel and sat directly on the ground, his tone full of curiosity.
Mel had initially wanted to say he had no master, but that would only make him seem even stranger. Without guidance from an elder, yet able to fight goblins twice his level—the church would probably tie him to a pyre and burn him alive if they found out.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"We'll