The Lowly Gate's Guard

Ch. 23: Green Mouth (1)

Ding!

[F ranked Mission: Green Elder]

Difficulty: E

Clear conditions:

Defeat the F ranked Goblin Chief: Incomplete (0/1)

Time limit: None

Rewards:

500 Points

Goblin's Ear

Returning to Waterloo

"Dipping our toes? More like taking candy from a baby. I thought you wanted us to practise our teamwork, I can do this in my sleep." Avery pulled her bow from her hip, her expression and stance changed as if a flip was switched. She was no longer the perky girl at Waterloo Station, she was now a Hunter. A human who tackled Gates, fought Monsters and saved lives. Unlike the normal citizens who were thrown into this chaotic world, she was ready. The Gates seemed like they had prepared Hunters for this.

Dean swiped the Mission window away with his fingertips and surveyed his surroundings. They had been taken to a forest. The area was full of tall fat trees, the red soil was rich with blue vegetation. It was truly a place loved by mother nature from another world. As he was moving his eyes and taking in the surroundings, they landed on Mary. The poor old woman was visibly shaking with fear, the new foreign land a reminder of the dangers that could be around. Though it was pretty to some, the otherworldly surroundings were an eerie sight for others. It seemed 'off'. He moved over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, she looked into his eyes. "Steel yourself. We'll be fine."

After that, he turned away and summoned a blue piece of candy. The small, sweet sphere dropped into his hand and then he crushed it in a fist and poured the powder into his mouth. His tired haggard appearance loosened; the signs of age that worsened from his exhaustion had faded and his dark bags became lighter, it was as if he had had a pleasant rest. Avery looked at him in surprise as he swallowed the powder, "Where did you get that?"

Dean turned to her and winked "From a friend." The blue piece of candy Dean took was an 'Angel's Tear', a consumable D ranked magical item that restores fatigue. It couldn't be used that often though as it pushed the body past it's limits. There was a case of a Hunter who stayed awake for a week taking them, he passed away from a heart attack soon after he took the eighth Angel's Tear. After this, the Angel's Tears were banned from being sold. The only way to obtain one now was to know someone who had acquired it illegally or to defeat an Undead Divine... but Dean would be dead if he challenged one of those. Avery shook the idea out of her head, Arthur must have known someone who had some, that's all.

"You better be careful with those; they can kill you." Avery warned him, she shook her head in disappointment.

"Don't worry, I know. We should get in a formation, Mary in the centre, Avery at the back, Me at the front." Dean told the other two as he brandished his steel pipe.

"Someone's been keeping up with their textbooks." Avery laughed with her mouth covered.

Dean rolled his eyes and the three of them got into formation. Mary was a little slow moving, but Dean was sure she would improve after they levelled up her stats a little. Then as Mary went past Avery, a rustle came from some blue bushes ahead of Dean. Avery, already alert, quickly summoned an arrow into her hand and shot it into the bush. The arrow flew between Mary and Dean as it embedded itself into the bush. And then with a thud, it confirmed it pierced something meaty. A shriek emanated from the bush, followed by something flopping out headfirst. It was a small goblin covered in the red dirt and blue vegetation, gripped tightly in its hand was a crude dagger.