Let Him Solve It (Part Two)

"I have no objection to letting Doge contribute, but we can't sacrifice Doge!" Dean shook his head.

"We'll only have a chance of breaking this deadlock once we've fully analyzed this Lich... No, this isn't a deadlock anymore. It's a massacre—a fourth-level giant is slaughtering adventurers!" Silianth said calmly. In reality, the faintly bulging veins on Silianth's cheeks showed that he was already at the limit of his patience.

Silianth looked at his student, hoping he could persuade Dean. After all, they had limited time. In a few more minutes, there might not be a single survivor among the adventurers surrounding the giant.

However, Lamore remained silent. He didn't want Dean to change his decision because of him. Lamore couldn't accurately judge which side was right or wrong. The justice he believed in might not truly be justice.

Sanderson said nothing either. He trusted that his student could make what he believed to be the right choice. He didn't want to, nor was he willing to, influence Dean's decision.

Dean also knew how terrifying fourth-level strength was. Even though the giant was relying solely on its physical body to fight more than a dozen adventurers, several of whom had reached the third level, it had still suffered barely any damage after nearly half an hour of being surrounded and attacked.

"We're out of time!" Silianth spoke again, but this one sentence was more important than all his previous arguments.

Pfft! A burly man holding a shield was sent flying from a thousand meters away by the giant. Half of the shield in his hand had already shattered, and the man had lost consciousness. Lamore hurried forward and cast Healing Technique!

Dean's heart trembled. He had some impression of this uncle. Although they had never spoken, Dean knew that this man was a well-known good-natured person in the Adventurers' Guild, someone who often took the strongest, most terrifying, and most difficult attacks for his team.

"Is he all right?" Silianth also went over to take a look. Lamore was only at the first level, so he couldn't properly treat this uncle, who had reached the Second-Rank Adventurer level. He could only barely stop the bleeding.

"He's safe for now, but he'll need a Priest above the second level for the treatment to be effective." Lamore shook his head.

Just then, a second-level Priest rushed over and promptly took over Lamore's Healing Technique.

"Honored master, I am more valuable alive than dead. The same was true for my former master," Doge suddenly said. Perhaps because he had spoken more than usual, his voice was no longer quite as hoarse.

"Keep going!" Dean hurriedly told Doge to explain. Of course, this was also for everyone else's benefit.

As soon as Dean spoke, everyone turned their attention here, even Silianth. If there was a better solution, Silianth was also unwilling to harm anyone else's interests.

"My master used his soul as the core and occupied the giant's body. Therefore, as long as we retrieve my master's soul, the problem will be solved." As he spoke, Doge raised the Goblin Scepter. "I can use it to collect my master's soul. I guarantee that I will succeed!"

Of course, Doge the undead Lich's guarantee was completely worthless—not even worth a fart. However, Dean was standing behind Doge at this moment, which gave that guarantee some weight.

"I have a request!" After saying this, Doge turned around to face Dean. Dean didn't know if it was merely his imagination, but the eyes of the Lich Doge seemed to glisten with moisture.

"Can you give my master's soul to me?" Doge lowered his head. This was the first time he had ever done so. Even when he had previously heard that he was going to be dismantled, Doge had never bowed his head.

"That scepter is the tomb of the souls of generations of Goblin Shamans, isn't it?" Sanderson asked Doge. Many tribes had something like that. The souls of successive Shamans were gathered inside a vessel, continuously refined until they became a treasured artifact unique to the tribe.

Doge nodded. Although he had been reincarnated into an undead Lich and was no longer connected to the little Goblin he had once been, with his personality and aptitude also vastly different from before, he still hoped that his master's soul could return to the Goblin Scepter.

"Very well! It isn't important. As long as we can deal with the giant, everything else can be discussed." Silianth also let out a sigh of relief. Being able to make things this simple was ideal, and it would also prevent conflict among them.

Especially Sanderson, the number-one wise man of Blue Town. If he had forced Dean to hand over Doge the Lich, Sanderson wouldn't have objected verbally for the sake of Blue Town, but there would inevitably have been a knot in his heart.

Besides, his student Lamore's four-person team might soon face disbandment for various reasons.

Being able to reclaim his former master's soul was absolutely wonderful news for Doge. He said nothing about thanking them, merely bowing deeply to everyone.

"I think I just heard some good news?" Rukta had not left yet. In the few short minutes since then, he had received an unexpected piece of good news, and the two hands gripping his Twin Axes grew even stronger.

"Little Lich, tell me if you need anything. As your master's teacher, I'll do everything I can to help you!" Sanderson said with a smile. He had also realized that this Lich's potential was absolutely extraordinary. In the future, he would certainly grow into an extremely powerful Lich servant.

Doge nodded. "I don't need anything unnecessary. This Goblin Scepter is enough!" Doge tightened his grip on the scepter.

Before long, everyone reached the giant's vicinity. The giant seemed to be resting, standing in place with both arms hanging limply to the ground. Meanwhile, the flow of the elements in the surrounding air had become rapidly active. It was obvious at a glance that the old Shaman was using the giant's body to quickly restore his own magical power.

The adventurers had also stopped to rest, which was rare. Fighting the giant required far more strength for every defensive movement than usual; otherwise, they would only end up being sent flying by a single slap.

Doge slowly approached the giant. The old Shaman inside the giant also noticed Doge's presence, but he froze for a moment. Doge had changed so much that the old Shaman failed to recognize him.

No, it wasn't that he failed to recognize him.

It was that he didn't dare believe it.

Gak gak gak! Gak gak!

Doge spoke to the old Shaman in Goblin Language. The giant, which had been standing upright, suddenly dropped to its knees. Its trembling hands reached out, wanting to touch Doge.

However, just as the huge hands neared Doge, they stopped, still trembling!

"Master, watching this, I feel like I'm a sinner to the old Shaman and Doge!" Dean looked at the scene, a faint stirring welling up in his heart.

"It's only a difference in positions. Everyone has their own choices, and even putting yourself in someone else's place doesn't necessarily mean you'll understand them. So, the sinner in your eyes is, from the adventurers' perspective, the one making the absolutely correct choice." Sanderson reached out and rubbed Dean's little head.

(End of Chapter)