I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 275

Exactly four days had passed since making Ggansu his worker.

Having observed Ggansu during that time, Grylls realized the guy was an exceptionally diligent worker.

Truly, as long as he was fed properly, he worked without a single complaint, and whenever snacks were provided, his loyalty surged.

Even so, Grylls had taken him in forcibly as a worker, so it was a bit bizarre.

’Could it be that he hated his home?’

Because of this, a suspicion arose as to whether he had been subjected to something like ostracization.

Even if he lived at the shelter forever, it wouldn’t matter much, but since Grylls couldn’t read his inner thoughts at all...

It would actually be more comfortable if he pulled petty tricks like Lackey did in the beginning so Grylls could give him a good scolding.

"Ggansu-ya. You weren’t ostracized at home or anything, right?"

"Wa, waeutta?"

"Ostracized... maybe you don’t know the word? It means intentionally isolating someone. Making them feel like they’re all alone."

Ggansu didn’t possess language acquisition skills like Ludwig or Lackey.

In truth, those two were abnormally gifted; a case like Ggansu was the norm.

Since Grylls wasn’t whipping him for not learning the language, it was only natural.

Still, it was fine. The best translator, who had done nothing for the past three days, had finally started working.

"Krerak. Kiak. Kerereuk."

[He says it wasn’t anything like that.]

"Then why?"

[He says it’s not bad here either.]

"Mmm..."

Grylls wondered if this guy might end up settling down here permanently at this rate.

But he realized soon enough that such worries were unfounded.

"Kkiiik..."

"What is he saying?"

It was during a slightly extended break while Ggansu was taking a nap.

As for Grylls, he had no idea what the guy was saying.

He could only hear clicking noises or squeaks.

[He is saying... Mother.]

"..."

[A curious thing. The concept of family is sparse among monsters.]

Even if he didn’t miss home, did he miss his family?

And the place where family resided was usually home.

"Krreuk... Kkak! Kak!"

"...What is he saying this time?"

[He is spouting vile profanities.]

"..."

Calling for his mom and then spouting vile curses? Had Grylls thought about him too humanly?

Grylls stared with an absurd expression for a moment before stepping out of the cave.

Since it was break time, there were things he needed to check on while he was at it.

"Guys. Is it all done?"

"Jjiik!"

"Kiek!"

The World Tree sapling work.

Exactly five days had passed since the squirrels and marmots visited their shelter.

Which meant that the "passageway" was completed.

’It’s amazing every time I see it. How does it grow this big in just five days?’

Grylls looked up at the World Tree sapling that had rapidly grown in just five days, just like back in the squirrel territory.

When Let’s Grow Trees handed it over, it barely reached his knees.

But now, it had grown to the point where he had to tilt his head up to look at it.

’It wasn’t like this before.’

How on earth did the squirrel tend to the tree? Fascinating.

Being a descendant of Ratatoskr, it surely possessed abilities fitting for one.

More important than that was the passageway. Grylls looked at the tunnel constructed by the marmot.

"So passing through here should..."

"Kkieeeek!"

"Kyaaaa!"

He had to stop mid-sentence. They were fighting again.

He didn’t know what they were bickering over this time, but he just left them be. It was too bothersome to stop them.

Soon, he faced the passageway enveloped in pitch darkness. An earthen tunnel perfectly at his eye level.

Sssst—

Grylls passed through the tunnel without a moment’s hesitation.

What met his eyes immediately after emerging was the squirrel’s habitat and base camp.

Success. The passageway was functioning normally without any issues.

’Covering such a distance in such a short time...’

The squirrel was amazing. This was why craftsmen were treated with respect.

Grylls returned to the shelter and met with the squirrel.

As if asking to be praised, the little creature puffed up its chest with its hands resting on its hips.

"Thank you so much. Thanks to you, things got way more convenient."

"Jjiik!"

"By the way, couldn’t this be abused by enemies? What should I do if I want to block off the passageway?"

Various beasts existed within the squirrel’s territory.

Not only dinosaurs and raptors, but also the armadillo that had chopped a raptor in half.

If creatures like that used this passageway, it would become a headache.

"Jjiiiik! Jjik!"

Understanding his words, the squirrel handed him something.

A sparkling golden acorn. Where on earth did it get this?

Its size was far larger than the ones obtained before. It was almost as big as his palm.

Grylls looked over the Golden Acorn this way and that, then looked back at the squirrel.

"Jjiik! Jjijik!"

It seemed to roughly mean that access to the tunnel required holding the Golden Acorn.

One might ask why he could pass through earlier; it was because the tunnel hadn’t been locked yet. It acted similarly to a key.

’It really has so many fascinating tricks.’

Truly the Forest of the Four Seasons. A place where one had to accept bizarre occurrences as natural.

Grylls handed out five Fasting Pills each to the squirrel and the marmots as a token of gratitude for their hard work.

Perhaps because he distributed five each instead of just one, Bbareumbo began pressing down heavily on his shoulder.

It hurt a little—no, a lot—but Grylls endured it to the end.

’With how many Fasting Pills we have left...’

Since Heavenly Demon consistently provided them every week, there was no risk of running out.

And yet, greedy like a pig, honestly...

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He was his master, after all. Grylls had no choice but to pay tribute.

Grylls managed to coax Bbareumbo and returned to the cave.

Wiiiing! Wiiiing! Wiiiing! Wiiiing!

Until a loud alarm blared out of nowhere.

He had set it up in advance in case Ggansu’s friends might visit.

Of course, since there was also a possibility it wasn’t Ggansu’s friends, he didn’t forget to quickly gear up.

Thump, thump—

It was right when the whole resting group stepped outside.

Footsteps echoed from the pathway they usually traversed. And not just one, but many.

If they intended to sneak in secretly, they wouldn’t have used the pathway he had cleared out.

Perhaps thanks to that, he was able to catch sight of the figures approaching their direction.

Thump, thump, thump—

However, their numbers were a bit... large.

Once they entered the shelter, the fairly spacious area was almost completely packed.

Flustered by the larger-than-expected numbers for a moment, Grylls carefully examined each of their faces.

’They are goblins, but...’

As expected, they were goblins. Specifically, goblins close to humans, like Ggansu.

However, a few goblins standing right at the front caught his eye.

In terms of pure physical size, they were equal to or larger than him. They were vastly different from the smaller-stature entities.

"Hobgoblins."

"Hobgoblins?"

"A mutant variant."

Ludwig referred to the unusually large goblins as hobgoblins.

Like Goblin Shamans, they were mutants, possessing high intelligence alongside formidable martial power.

Since this was the Forest of the Four Seasons of all places, they were entities highly likely to manifest Aura.

’And those clothes...’

That wasn’t the only surprising thing.

The hobgoblins were wearing garments made of overlapping leather and bones.

Looking almost as if they were wearing "armor." Grylls could roughly gauge what level they were at.

Sssst—

As Grylls and Ludwig kept guard, someone stepped out from among the hobgoblins.

Surprisingly, it was a creature leaning on a fairly well-crafted staff, looking like a shaman at a glance.

The bone necklace hanging around its neck practically broadcasted I am a shaman.

The staff took it a step further. It had some kind of skull attached to it.

’Is that... a goblin skull?’

Given its small size, it likely was. Though barbaric, it was natural considering their level of civilization.

Meanwhile, the Goblin Shaman arrived right in front of Grylls. Facing it like this, the difference in height was stark.

The Goblin Shaman tilted its head up to stare intently at him. Grylls met its gaze as well.

"Kirarak! Karakku!"

Of course, Ggansu cheered, overjoyed at reuniting with his friends.

Considering he had been walking on eggshells around Grylls until just now, acting like that meant he was exceedingly glad to see them.

Fortunately, Lackey chided him to read the room; otherwise, the atmosphere might have turned awkward.

"..."

The goblin shaman glared sharply at Ggansu before turning back to face Grylls.

Realizing it only now, the shaman was quite old, its face filled with deep wrinkles.

’Didn’t they say a goblin’s lifespan is around 50 years?’

Even this wasn’t certain, due to their level of civilization.

Perhaps it was similar to humans. That was likely why it didn’t attack him right away.

There was also a hypothesis that Goblin Shamans were born from goblins living a long life.

Just as Grylls harbored these thoughts, the Goblin Shaman took action first.

"Kikou ukarta."

By bowing its head to offer thanks. Grylls’s eyes widened.

Though one had to consider that cultures might differ, this was unmistakably a expression of gratitude.

Flustered, he looked at Ludwig, who also wore a thoroughly bewildered expression.

[He thanks you for sparing our child instead of killing him.]

Cain cemented the conviction. The Goblin Shaman had expressed gratitude.

A reaction completely different from certain gorillas who tried to settle things with bananas.

If it had been the gorillas, wouldn’t they have gone on a rampage demanding their kid back immediately?

’I’m getting more and more curious.’

How far had their level of civilization developed?

Grylls faced the Goblin Shaman and quietly spoke.

"This child was caught trying to steal my belongings."

[This child was caught trying to steal my belongings.]

Cain translated his words verbatim.

While it sounded like Korean to Grylls’s ears, it would sound like their native tongue to the goblins.

"Kuraka?"

"Kuraka. Kau."

"MUkarnu. Jiku."

Naturally, from the goblins’ perspective, it was a total cultural shock. The goblins stirred restlessly.

The Goblin Shaman also showed surprise, but only for a moment.

The Goblin Shaman scanned Grylls up and down and quietly apologized.

"Kauk. Buruki kkeatu."

[I apologize for that matter. And I offer my thanks once more. Even if you had killed our child, we would have let it slide.]

Truly a level of politeness on a completely different dimension from a certain ape.

While Grylls was inwardly touched, the Goblin Shaman examined various parts of the shelter.

Soon after, as if fascinated by something, it stroked its chin and spoke to Grylls.

"Kiruk jinanreu?"

[He asks if this is your tribe.]

"Yes. Well... you could call it a tribe."

Afterward, the Goblin Shaman asked Grylls various questions.

Did he build all of this himself, how did he manage that, isn’t this area dangerous, and so on.

The more Grylls spoke, the brighter the Goblin Shaman’s eyes gleamed. A reaction indicating covetousness.

’Even so, I can’t just hand over my stuff.’

He still didn’t know this guy’s true intentions.

Goblins were monsters famous for their cunning, so it might backstab him.

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"Ppiik!"

"Uheok?!"

That worry seemed unnecessary. The Goblin Shaman gasped in horror the moment it laid eyes on Tyranno.

The goblins behind it also spotted Tyranno, their expressions bordering on sheer terror.

"#... #%$%$?"

[He asks, ’Could this exalted entity be...?’]

"That’s right, he’s a baby dragon. His name is Tyranno."

"Ppiik!"

The moment Grylls said that, Tyranno hopped up and cuddled into his arms, even licking his face.

The expressions of the Goblin Shaman and the goblin pack were quite a sight. Complete disbelief was written all over their faces.

Well, with this, they wouldn’t dare backstab him. It was like taking out an insurance policy.

’By the way, it seems the terrifying reputation of dragons holds true even in the Forest of the Four Seasons.’

A relief, if anything. He had been anxious about what to do if they didn’t care about dragons or were hostile toward them.

The Goblin Shaman looked back and forth between Grylls and Tyranno for a while before regaining its composure.

Next, it lightly tapped its staff against Grylls’s ground and spoke in a powerful voice.

"#$%%# ###$%. #%@?"

[I am the Chieftain Ggambu. What is your name?]

"...Ggambu?"

Ggambu. A name that strangely felt like they would become close buddies.

Or a name fitting for a mastermind behind the scenes.

Either way, the fact that the other party revealed his name held great significance.

It meant he wouldn’t commit actions that would tarnish his own name.

"My name is Park Jong-hyuk. I am a human."

"Bakeujouhyeoku?"

"...Just call me Grylls."

"Grylls..."

The chieftain, Ggambu, muttered softly.

Soon, he examined Grylls once more and spoke in a polite tone.

"#$%%% ##%%."

[He says he wishes to repay you for taking care of our child without harming him.]

"Repay, huh..."

Now was the opportunity. Grylls pretended to deliberate before speaking to Ggambu.

"Then, may I visit your tribe? I think it would be a good mutual exchange."

"Mmm..."

The Goblin Shaman couldn’t easily make a decision at his words.

Apparently, bringing an outsider along wasn’t very welcoming.

In truth, bringing such a large "force" was also meant to retrieve Ggansu.

Whether through peaceful means or by force.

"$%%."

[He grants permission.]

Still, this guy seemed to understand duty and honor.

However, the hobgoblin standing behind expressed concern. It seemed to be a conversation roughly asking if it was okay since it looked dangerous.

Well, given the Goblin Shaman’s position, the issue was quickly overridden.

Thus, with the Goblin Shaman’s permission granted, they came to visit the tribe.

"Please wait a moment."

Since they might engage in trade going forward, he didn’t forget to pack various items.

Weapons of course, along with Elixirs, Fasting Pills, and finally food.

Once all preparations were finished, it was time to move as a group.

"Ooh...!"

"Kuwaku! Kuwaku!"

"Kuwaku!"

Wondering what the commotion outside was about, Grylls looked out of the cave.

Goblins were gathered around Ludwig, the paladin riding a Kirin, cheering.

Even the hobgoblins who had maintained a solemn air were doing the same. Truly a bizarre scene.

’I can’t miss this.’

Grylls immediately took a photo and posted it to the Gallery.

Title) Ludwig, Popularity Central

Wild Grylls

(Photo of Ludwig riding the Kirin surrounded by goblins)

Ggansu’s friends came over to our place. They’re all good guys, so everything wrapped up smoothly through dialogue.

So we’re heading over to Ggansu’s home, but everyone flocked to Ludwig lololol

Guess a paladin riding a Kirin is that fascinating to them.

└ Heavenly Demon) This seat finds it remarkable as well, so how much more so for mere creatures? In truth, I wish to see it with my own eyes.

└ Sword Matstar) Paladins of the Holy Kingdom are popular wherever they go.

└ Never in my life did I think I’d see a paladin popular with goblins lolol

└ Just roll with it. But isn’t that a hobgoblin in the middle?

└ Wild Grylls) Yeah. There was a Goblin Shaman too. Seems he’s the leader.

└ Woah. A hobgoblin and a shaman together? Just how big is that tribe?

└ Be careful. You might get backstabbed the moment you enter the tribe.

└ Wild Grylls) It’s fine. They know Tyranno is a hatchling, so they probably won’t mess with us.

└ Ah. Right, the moment they try anything, the whole tribe gets incinerated lolol

└ Don’t Abandon the Hero) As expected of Ludwig-ssi! Incredible popularity!

└ Wild Grylls) Should I pass those exact words along to him?

└ Don’t Abandon the Hero) Yes! I’d be grateful if you did!

└ Orange Badge-ya... that really doesn’t sound like a compliment, you know?

└ From Ludwig’s perspective, he must be having a serious reality check lolol

└ He used to slay monsters, and now he’s super popular among them lolol

As expected, it was amusing. Grylls closed the Gallery and set off.

While he was at it, he also removed Ggansu’s Mana Suppressor.

Since Ggansu had roughly paid off his ransom through labor, it seemed fine to release him.

"M-Master. I have something to ask."

"Huh? What is it?"

But Lackey looked anxious. Wondering what it was, Grylls asked him.

"I-If Ggansu leaves, will I be demoted back to the bottom rank?"

"..."

"S-Surely not that, right...?"

At this point, Grylls felt fucking sorry.

Had he ordered him around too harshly all this time?

’Where on earth did he learn the word "demoted" anyway?’