Capture Successful

Charles was overjoyed in the distance.

Sure enough, Acid Missile worked against this mutated goblin.

Since it worked, Charles fired Acid Missile one after another.

An Acid Missile flew toward the mutated goblin. This thing's flight speed could not compare to the bone spikes of the Bone Needle Bee.

The mutated goblin simply slapped at it.

The result was completely different from what he had expected. It was a murky, viscous liquid.

That slap only knocked away half of the Acid Missile; the other half landed entirely on his palm.

The searing agony of acid corrosion made his skin blister.

Well, that was just perfect. Not only did his knee hurt now, but his palm had begun to hurt as well.

Charles continued firing Acid Missiles, focusing specifically on the mutated goblin's knees.

Two more shots hit. At this point, the mutated goblin was already having trouble walking and running.

But the goblin had learned his lesson. Seeing that he could not catch Charles, he turned and ran.

Unfortunately, how could Charles possibly let such a treasure escape? Right in the mutated goblin's path, he cast Greased Ground.

In the dim environment, the mutated goblin could not notice the change ahead at all, and stepped right onto it.

He slid several meters forward. He had been charging too fast and slammed straight into the wall.

"Bang!"

"Awooo!"

Even from dozens of meters away, the sound made Charles' teeth ache.

Charles took the opportunity to switch spells.

The next spell he sent at the mutated goblin was: Stunning Spell!

"Awooo!"

The goblin had already been left dazed by the collision. Now that the Stunning Spell struck him, although it did not successfully knock him unconscious, it left his head spinning.

Seeing that the effect was not bad either, Charles immediately cast it again.

This time, the mutated goblin staggered and fell to the ground, lying motionless.

In the distance, Charles stopped.

"Is he really out cold? Or is he faking it?"

Charles could not quite tell. He was worried that the mutated goblin was playing dead.

Since he could not be certain, he threw out another Stunning Spell.

"Awooo!"

This time, the mutated goblin immediately howled and scrambled back up.

He let out an enraged roar toward Charles, cursing under his breath at the same time, though Charles could not understand much of it.

The mutated goblin grabbed trash and broken stones from the ground and hurled them at Charles.

Charles cast a spell on himself:

Stone Deflection

At the same time, he raised his shield and defended cautiously.

The mutated goblin still dared to resist, still dared to roar at him.

This was no ordinary goblin anymore. He had to strike with an iron fist!

Acid Missile!

The missile flew toward the mutated goblin's lower body, while Charles swiftly cast a second spell:

Bone Needle Bee!

Three bone spikes flew toward the mutated goblin's eyes.

The Acid Missile made a more obvious movement, and the mutated goblin noticed it. He hurriedly tried to grab trash to block it.

But while he could defend below, he could not watch above.

The three sharp bone spikes successfully struck the mutated goblin in both eyes.

No matter how quickly his eyelids closed, he could not react in time.

"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!!"

The mutated goblin howled in agony. Both eyes were blown out, blood streaming from the corners of them.

In pain, the mutated goblin rolled all over the ground, stirring the surrounding trash into a complete mess.

Charles clenched his fist excitedly. This goblin finally would not be able to run away.

With both eyes blind, even running would be difficult.

Although the mutated goblin's price might be affected after losing both eyes, it was still better than failing to catch him and letting him escape.

As the goblin rolled around on the ground, Charles cast several Stunning Spells in succession. This time, the goblin finally stopped moving, and the hands covering his eyes quietly slipped down.

It looked like this goblin had truly been knocked unconscious this time.

But Charles remained cautious. He tossed an Acid Missile at the goblin's knees to continue corroding them.

Seeing that the mutated goblin did not react, he threw another Acid Missile at his crotch.

The mutated goblin still did not wake up. Only then did Charles finally feel at ease.

He hurriedly called for the servants in the distance. By now, he was worried that the commotion here had been too great and scared them off.

Fortunately, the servants only thought there were more goblins than usual this time. Sound carried far through the sewers, but it became distorted over distance.

Once the servants arrived, Charles immediately ordered them to bind the mutated goblin with chains. During the process, Charles even added two more Stunning Spells, worried that the fellow might wake up.

After binding the mutated goblin over and over with chains and making sure he could not easily break free, Charles finally relaxed.

This situation had been far too thrilling. If that mutated goblin had gotten close, Charles definitely would not have had a pleasant outcome.

After one battle, Charles had nearly exhausted all his mana. If he still could not handle it, he would have had to retreat even if it meant letting the goblin escape.

Fortunately, he was the ultimate winner this time.

He blew the horn, calling back the rats in the distance.

Of the dozen or so rats, only eight returned. The battle just now had been too fierce; it had probably frightened several of them away.

But it did not matter. The gains this time were so great that Charles would definitely be able to trade them for enough Magic Stones.

The servants carried the mutated goblin, while the other goblins, all bound up, could only obediently be driven out of the sewers under the threat of Charles and the others.

Back on the surface, Charles took a deep breath and sighed.

"The air above ground is so sweet!"

Next, he wasted no time bringing the goblins back to his residence.

He loaded the mutated goblin directly onto a carriage and covered it carefully.

Charles did not dare leave such a valuable trophy in the courtyard of the lower district.

Who knew whether someone might climb over the wall in the middle of the night to cause trouble? The longer the night, the more dreams it brings. This time, he planned to haul it straight back to Isata and sell it.

Early the next morning, Charles drove the carriage back to Isata.

Charles first returned to Fenny's Hand and found someone to appraise the mutated goblin's value.

The ordinary goblins before had not mattered much; their value was basically fixed.

But mutated goblins were completely different. Every kind of mutation commanded a different price.

Ordinary mutations were worth only several dozen Magic Stones.

If it was a rare mutation or a powerful one, the price was uncertain.

To determine the price, one naturally needed to understand the goods. An appraisal was only proper.

Before long, a first-rank wizard apprentice walked out.

The wizard apprentice looked Charles up and down, then pointed at the carriage. "Open it. Let me take a look."

Charles quickly opened the carriage, revealing the battered, scar-covered mutated goblin inside.

The moment the wizard apprentice saw it, he immediately perked up. He climbed onto the carriage and cast several spells in succession before coming back out.

The wizard apprentice looked at Charles with a complicated expression and said, "Kid, you struck it rich this time!"