There were many things which Valentius wouldn't have considered, even if he had not read a single story about adventuring.
For one, the fact that there were so many mobs.
The mobs were all dead. Valentius was helping Albert cut out the organs to sell to the goblins.
And the flesh, to eat.
To think that they were going to be eating the meat made him sick. Those golems had looked like men and women.
And yet, he didn't dare do a thing. No, he just wanted out of there. But Albert, cruel and merciless Albert, would not let him get away.
Because getting out of here, without stripping the cave bear, was like leaving the money for someone else. Valentius saw a glowing helmet.
There, in a different corner, was another one.
This time, Valentius knew they would all end up like the owners of these armor pieces. Not just bones, but bones which marrow was sucked out.
Bones that had nothing left behind in them.
Bones…
Dust…
