The Goblin Shop looked just as it always had, but this time, when Rex walked in, the Goblin was not behind the counter.
Instead, he sat in a chair placed in front of it. The chair was very low, designed specifically for races such as Goblins and Dwarves.
He lounged back with his legs crossed, one foot swinging idly, looking utterly relaxed. When the door creaked open, he did not move, though his somewhat chapped lips parted as he said to Rex, "You're here, Your Highness."
The Goblin's tone was flat, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Rex had still been feeling a little apprehensive, but hearing the Goblin's words put his mind at ease.
He knew the matter had been settled. If anything had gone wrong, the Goblin before him could not possibly have been so calm.
Rex wasted no words and went straight to the point. "Where's the merchandise? Bring it out."
"You'll get every gold coin you're owed."
"All right," the Goblin said.
Rex spoke readily, and the Goblin answered just as readily.
As he nodded, he remained seated and extended his short arm, pointing behind the counter. Click!
A sound came from the cabinet behind the counter, and a hidden compartment in its center opened.
It revealed a porcelain bottle. The bottle was finely crafted and white-a medicine bottle.
The moment Rex saw it, he concluded that it contained medicine.
Popping pills, Rex immediately thought.
He had assumed that, since he had not transmigrated into the Xianxia World, he would not need to pop pills to increase his strength. Yet he had never expected that he would still fail to escape that fate. He would have to take pills after all.
The Goblin waved his hand, and the medicine bottle flew straight into his palm. He