Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 73: The Treasure of the Gloomy Forest

Chapter 73: The Treasure of the Gloomy Forest

The Adventurer's Guild bustled with noise as piles of various tools were quickly snatched up.

The sales staff couldn't stop smiling; the more they sold, the higher their bonuses would be.

Many adventurers, their eyes gleaming with the promise of gold, left the guild after acquiring instructions and purchasing various tools for around five gold coins, rushing headlong into the Gloomy Forest.

Steward Ralph watched the adventurers' slightly crazed behavior and shook his head helplessly:

"Do they really think capturing trolls is that easy?"

With a nonchalant grunt, Old Village Chief Field looked at a few grouped adventurer parties, shrugged, and said:

"There are always fools who like to act recklessly. Stopping them is pointless; after all, Lord Matthew's goal is just to attract more adventurers here..."

Ralph and Field both knew that driven by greed for gold.

Many crazed adventurers would inevitably fall in the dangerous Gloomy Forest, dying at the hands of the powerful trolls.

Not every adventurer team had a clear understanding of their own strength.

Even stopping them would often be futile.

In the lord's manor, Matthew inspected the three newly captured trolls and said to Old John, who was standing guard outside:

"Feed these trolls well first, then we'll deal with them in a few days..."

Ignorant of their fate, the trolls struggled wildly.

They tried to twist and break free of their restraints.

But Old John pushed them into the pitch-black dungeon, grumbling as he did:

"Seven trolls... Is that not enough yet?"

"Can Lord Matthew really handle all this on his own?"

The trolls couldn't understand John's mutterings, but after sniffing the familiar scent of their kin, they struggled even harder.

However, their pitiful howls received no response.

The four trolls already locked in the dungeon merely glanced up briefly before returning to their silent state.

The newly arrived trolls were puzzled by their silence, but before they could react, their limbs were bound by thick iron chains while the ropes binding them were released.

After some thought, Old John called over Silverfang, who was engrossed in studying a spell scroll, and said:

"Mark down three more trolls. Be sure to prepare plenty of food for them; in three days, they'll be put to use."

Nodding obediently, Silverfang deftly picked up a quill and noted the number of trolls. Then he barked a few orders to a group of sturdy kobolds, who rushed off to the storage area to prepare.

Clank, clank!

The bound trolls continued to struggle.

Their strength, however, couldn't budge the thick chains wrapped around their wrists. Their sharp, toothy maws snapped at the air, futilely trying to bite through their chained limbs.

Clack, clack, clack!

Their teeth bit into nothing but air. The trolls finally realized that their heads and necks were firmly confined within a restricted range.

They could only eat the food delivered to their mouths and couldn't even move normally.

Naturally, the trolls felt furious, but after struggling for a long time, they couldn't break the thick, sturdy chains.