I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 276

Heading toward the tribe’s settlement following the goblin unit.

Grylls knew the approximate location of the gorilla territory, but had never entered it.

Conversely, he didn’t know the position of the goblin tribe, yet was about to enter. How could things be so different?

’Come to think of it, I wonder if the letter of protest was delivered properly.’

The letter of protest he had asked to be delivered, even handing over sweet potatoes as a bribe.

Though no news was good news, there was no telling if it had gone well.

In the off chance that Central Plains guy was smooth-talking his way through.

’I tightened the defenses for now, but...’

Since they decided to visit the goblin tribe, no one remained at the shelter.

At most, the squirrels and marmots staying behind to clean up were all that was left.

The raccoon family... lived away from their shelter, so they didn’t count for much.

All he could do was meticulously install security devices.

Still, he had hidden important items well, and brought along all precious items like the Elixirs.

Ttaak!

"Kuaruku! Mikanu!"

"Kkieeeek!"

Ggansu screamed as his head was whacked by Ggambu’s staff.

It was a sight seen frequently on the way to the settlement.

At first, it seemed like he was being scolded not to cause trouble, but after that, he was getting hit constantly.

Evidently, Ggansu was famous for being a troublemaker within the settlement.

"Excuse me..."

"Kuo?"

When Grylls timidly called Ggambu, the shaman treated him with a clear, bright smile.

While scolding Ggansu, his expression was close to a ferocious demon, but now it was the complete opposite.

It felt like welcoming an existence above an VIP. The dignified appearance from earlier had vanished without a trace.

"...Never mind."

"Kahuhoeo."

Roughly meaning if you need anything, feel free to tell me anytime, perhaps.

Stunned for a moment by how fast the attitude shifted, Grylls decided to just brush it off since goodwill was shown.

More important than that was something else: the hobgoblins’ armaments.

At first, Grylls thought they were only wearing bone armor, but his attention was drawn to the weapons themselves.

’Though crude, they’re using shields and bludgeons.’

Not an Adamantium shield like his, but an extremely crude wooden shield.

It wasn’t strange. Most humanoid monsters were familiar enough with tools to wield "weapons."

However, rather than crafting weapons, they usually obtained them through pillaging.

’That hobgoblin has a spear.’

Among the gorilla pack, there were also individuals using stone axes.

But those were just roughly tied wood and stone, breaking after a few swings.

The goblins were different. The edges of their stone axes and stone spears were sharpened cleanly.

While not as good as being sharpened by the whetstone gifted by the dwarf, they had upgraded their weaponry.

’Should I call it... chipped stone tools?’

He grew increasingly curious about what their tribe was like. Especially, he was most curious about the entity the goblins served.

According to Ggansu, they served a flower.

He didn’t know what that flower was for them to offer prayers to it, but it seemed important nonetheless.

’This is near the gorilla territory...’

Walking endlessly, they arrived at a familiar area.

Passing Kangaroo Cave, they entered the jungle. Close to the gorillas’ domain.

Grylls wondered if they lived inside the jungle, but that wasn’t it either. They walked for quite a long time.

The goblin group had arrived at the shelter after breakfast.

And now it was rapidly approaching noon. The distance was quite vast.

A duration comparable to a full-fledged "exploration." He couldn’t even estimate how far it was.

"Huh?"

After walking for a long while, they gradually began emerging from the jungle.

Seeing as the boundary wasn’t distinct, it wasn’t a different realm/space.

But a vast plain unfolded before his eyes, wide enough to make one mistake it as such.

An open expanse along with trees sprouting here and there.

A bit taken aback, Grylls soon realized something.

’Ah. They chopped down the trees.’

Tree stumps were littered everywhere. It wasn’t a naturally formed plain.

Furthermore, right in the middle of the plain, thick smoke was billowing upward.

Surrounded by a wooden palisade around that smoke. It was visible even from afar.

"Kirreuruhu. Kaneuju."

[He says, ’Welcome to our tribe.’]

They had arrived at a goblin settlement that wouldn’t be out of place if called a "village" rather than a mere tribe.

Grylls nodded blankly at the Goblin Shaman’s welcoming greeting.

Next, he quietly approached Ludwig, who was riding the Kirin, and asked.

"Do goblins build palisades/walls too?"

"No."

Ludwig had also clearly failed to predict that goblins could build walls.

From what he heard, humanoid monsters including goblins usually used burrows or caves as dwellings.

They weren’t smart enough to chop down trees and build walls like this.

’Mud huts maybe, but a wooden palisade wall...’

He thought mud huts fitting for the Stone Age were the limit. But it was an actual wall.

Dazed, Grylls headed toward the settlement alongside the goblin group.

"Uwaka! Uwaka!"

"Kibura!"

As they approached, goblins waiting atop the wall shouted something out.This story is hosted at nоvelping.com.

Kugugugu!

Soon, the tightly shut wooden gate slowly lifted upward.

After passing through the gate, Grylls looked up.

’A pulley... wait, no.’

It was just recklessly tied with ropes and pulled up manually.

A subtle imbalance. The wood seemed intricately carved, but it didn’t go beyond that.

What was even more interesting was the interior. Mud huts scattered here and there caught his eye.

Just as he thought Now this fits Stone Age culture, looking straight ahead made him realize it was a misconception.

[Is that... an altar built of stone?]

"..."

Just as Cain said, a stone altar stood grandly. In a pyramid-like structure.

Furthermore, in front of the altar stood a wooden house several times larger than the other mud huts.

’When was... the pyramid built again?’

Come to think of it, wasn’t the period when pyramids were built also around the Stone Age?

It wasn’t impossible for goblins to erect a structure of that magnitude.

By that logic, humans without mana building pyramids was also strange.

If you go to the military, you learn everything. That pyramids were indeed built by human labor.

Anyway, the goblins of the Forest of the Four Seasons were closer to "people" than monsters. That couldn’t be denied.

"Kieek! Keek!"

"Krerak! Kaak!"

Beyond the altar, their way of life was also worth watching.

A goblin diligently grinding stones like a blacksmith.

A goblin butchering freshly caught prey.

A goblin crafting garments out of leftover hides after butchering.

Goblins lighting fires and cooking appetizing meals, and so on.

Looking like a civilization to anyone’s eyes, it elicited admiration.

"Kisa majueu."

[He says only Grylls should follow him.]

As Grylls was looking around the goblin village, the shaman, Ggambu, called out to him.

Having no reason to decline Ggambu’s request, Grylls went along, taking Cain with him.

The rest of his group wasn’t left stranded, but guided by another attendant.

Soon, the place Ggambu headed to was the large hut standing in front of the altar.

Perhaps sized for hobgoblins, the hut could be entered without lowering his head.

"Papa. Keu konareu."

Ggambu, whom Grylls assumed was the leader, bowed respectfully with utmost manners.

If he was bowing his head, it must be someone of high stature. Grylls looked ahead.

"Eurau."

Surprisingly, it was an elderly goblin with a lush, bushy beard.

Feebleness in its eyes characteristic of old age, alongside deep wrinkles.

Yet it radiated the image of a sage, projecting a peculiar aura.

"Euhaku. Kanoku bikeuneu."

[Greetings. This is his father and the previous chieftain, Gganmar.]

"Hello. I am Grylls."

Grylls bowed respectfully.

At that, Gganmar expressed surprise before letting out a hearty chuckle.

Apparently, he hadn’t expected Grylls to show manners.

Well, meeting a "civilized person" in the Forest of the Four Seasons was likely a first for goblins as well.

"Ka neurua?"

[Where do you hail from?]

"I came from the outside."

The conversation after that held little significance. Where did he come from, how did he survive in this forest, who was in his party, and so forth.

Talking between civilized beings (?), it actually felt more awkward on his end.

Still, being able to communicate was a comfort in itself.

At least a hundred, a thousand times better than those gorillas.

"#%%%#?"

[He asks if it’s true you are bringing the descendant of the Great One?]

"Do you mean Tyranno? If you mean the child of a dragon, that’s correct."

"Huuum..."

Gganmar stroked his bushy beard at the response. A reaction of fascination.

Next, he seemed to stare at Grylls intently for a while before breaking into a warm smile.

"#%^^ #&*@% ##%^."

[Even though our child committed a fault, you showed mercy without killing him. Is there anything you desire?]

"Something I desire..."

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

"Ggansu told me. That your people worship a certain flower."

"..."

As Grylls’s words translated through Cain were conveyed, Gganmar flinched.

His expression asking How do you know that? lasted only a moment, as Ggambu whispered softly beside him.

Probably telling him Ggansu spilled everything. As expected, he nodded.

"Could you show it to me? I don’t intend to take it, so you just need to show it to me."

"Mmm."

Hearing that he only asked to see it, Gganmar readily nodded.

Subsequently, he spoke something to Ggambu.

Ggambu deliberated deeply before nodding in agreement.

"Kaku."

Ggambu gestured to step outside. Grylls offered a parting greeting to Gganmar and went outside.New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.

"Kkyuu! Kkyu! Kkyuuuu!"

"Kuhahaha!"

"Kihaha!"

Stepping outside, Wonmo and the goblins were playing together nicely.

Whenever the goblins lured Wonmo with treats, Wonmo followed them right along.

Seems these guys also appreciated the Gallery Master’s cuteness. Grylls felt strangely satisfied.

’Ludwig is...’

Ludwig was surrounded by hobgoblins.

They were showing immense interest in the sword he carried.

And perhaps feeling competitive, they even pointed to themselves.

Lackey and Tyranno were also playing quite well, bringing relief.

Kung!

But that was short-lived. Ggambu struck his staff down hard onto the ground.

Grylls thought it wouldn’t be heard over the noisy surroundings, but the sound was much louder than expected.

Enough to fill the boisterous village with silence in an instant.

"Kuwaka! Kirutani!"

"Kirutani?"

"Kirutani!"

Goblins shouting unintelligible words.

Grylls asked Cain for a translation, but an unexpected response came back.

[It is a proper noun.]

"A proper noun?"

[It is a word unique to their tongue. Translation is impossible.]

A noun unique to goblins. Now that was novel.

Meanwhile, the goblins began busying themselves, as if preparing for something.

Soon, goblins lined up on both sides in a flash. Grylls also quietly slipped to the side.

"Kan Ura!"

Ggambu called out someone’s name.

At that call, a goblin blended among the crowd stepped forward.

Shorter and smaller in build than the hobgoblins, but traces of disciplined training stood out across its body.

’What are they trying to do?’

Grylls quietly watched the scene. Whatever it was, he could tell they were performing a "ritual."

Before long, Ggambu and the goblin warrior stood in the center.

Sssst—

A goblin approached Ggambu and handed him a bowl.

Receiving the bowl, Ggambu raised it toward the sky in a solemn posture.

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

Ggambu muttered something, giving off the feeling of offering a "prayer."

The goblin warrior standing before him waited on one knee.

Seen like this, it truly felt like a warrior’s rite of passage.

"Usu."

At the end of the prayer, long yet short, Ggambu passed the bowl to the warrior.

The warrior also received the bowl reverently and checked its contents.

"Usu! Usu! Usu!"

"Usu! Usu! Usu!"

The goblins chanted in excited voices.

The intriguing part was that it wasn’t the ordinary goblins, but the hobgoblins who shouted en masse.

He didn’t know what kind of rite of passage this was, but something seemed about to happen.

"What are they saying?"

[Drink.]

Or it might just be a booze party.

While Grylls was harboring useless stray thoughts, the warrior chugged down the contents of the bowl.

The color of the contents was a deep, dark red, looking almost like blood.

Clatter!

Having drained it completely, the goblin warrior dropped the bowl.

Grylls wondered if that was the end, but absolutely not.

"Kkaak... Kkaaak...!"

The goblin warrior suddenly writhed in agony.

Capillaries bulged across its body as it began to twist bizarrely.

Its very physique transforming in real-time. Though the sight was quite gruesome...

Chwaaaaak!

"Kaaaaak!!!"

The result was not gruesome in the slightest.

Like a bird hatching from its shell, the goblin warrior’s physique expanded rapidly.

Blood and flesh torn off littered the surrounding ground, but it held little significance.

An appearance that didn’t fall short of the hobgoblins at all. No, it had become a hobgoblin.

This process alone was astonishing enough, but something even greater remained.

Namely, the stone axe that the goblin warrior had set neatly beside itself.

The goblin warrior, now evolved into a hobgoblin, grabbed the axe and raised it high toward the sky.

Soon, that axe...

Woowowong!!

"Kuuuuooorgh!!!"

Was unleashing a vivid Aura Blade for anyone to see.

"..."

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