Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1370
Chapter 1370: Chapter 749: Associated Chapter 1370: Chapter 749: Associated Richard Mitchell, seeing the situation, urgently continued to persuade, “Young Master Logan, with your formidable strength, naturally you are not afraid of the Poison thorn, but it's different for the rest of us. If we work together, with Young Master Logan picking the Spiritual Medicine, and we stand guard, it would not only ensure your safety but also allow us to share in the rewards. How about we split it equally once obtained?”
Logan had already approached the Spiritual Medicine. He crouched down and carefully examined the plant. The Spiritual Medicine swayed gently in the breeze, radiating an alluring sheen as if expressing its preciousness to those around.
“Hmph, cooperate? I, Logan, have never needed to cooperate with anyone.” Logan chuckled with confidence, “This Poison thorn is nothing to me.”
After saying that, he pulled off a piece of fur from his Companion Beast next to him and wrapped it around his hand. The Companion Beast seemed to understand its owner's intent and lay obediently on the ground without moving.
Just like that, Logan successfully picked the Spiritual Medicine with skilled and decisive movements. He lightly sniffed the fragrance emanating from the Spiritual Medicine and a satisfied smile spread across his face.
Richard Mitchell: …
The others: …
All of them were dumbfounded and shocked. They had never imagined that Logan could pick the Spiritual Medicine so effortlessly and without sustaining any injury.
Logan had already landed gracefully from mid-air and carefully placed the Spiritual Medicine into his Space Ring as if it were an extremely rare Treasure.
Looking at Richard Mitchell, still unable to shake off his shock, Logan gave him a teasing smile, full of mockery and amusement.
“It seems there's no need for cooperation, I can handle it myself,” Logan said softly, his voice exuding confidence and triumph, “You all are still too green. In this world, strength is king. Without strength, you can only watch helplessly as others snatch the good stuff away.”
Upon hearing this, Richard Mitchell's face alternated between shades of red and white, his fists clenched in frustration and anger. However, he knew that he was indeed no match for Logan at the moment; he could only watch him walk away with the Spiritual Medicine.
The others also showed faces of disappointment and helplessness, realizing that they had truly lost this time.
This loss made Richard Mitchell unable to maintain his composure any longer, and his face turned ugly, as if he had been publicly slapped, his expression darkening to the point of dripping water. He clenched his teeth tightly, struggling to contain the urge to explode.
As for the others, there was no need to mention them; their eyes bulged with roundness, staring greedily at Logan like they were looking at a delicious pastry. They seemed to have forgotten their wounds and the fact that they were poisoned, wishing only to rush forward and scour Logan's Space Ring clean, to claim that precious Spiritual Medicine as their own.
Having regarded the Spiritual Medicine as something already in their possession, how could they allow someone else to snatch it away so easily? Their hearts were filled with resentment and rage, as if what Logan had taken was not just the Spiritual Medicine, but also their dignity and pride.
Seeing them looking like bandits ready to rob, Logan just sneered with mockery and disdain in his eyes. He shook his head as if watching a group of clownish jesters perform.
“You're already so injured and poisoned that you're about to die, and yet you still haven't changed, tsk tsk, truly ridiculous,” Logan's voice was cold and piercing, like a sharp knife, stabbing directly into the hearts of Richard Mitchell and the others.
Being ridiculed and satirized like that, Richard Mitchell immediately snapped back to reality. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rage and unwillingness in his heart. Yes, he was poisoned, including his sister Abigail Mitchell, who was also severely poisoned and in critical condition. Now was not the time to confront Logan head-on, let alone to fight over the Spiritual Medicine.
He suppressed the various thoughts swirling in his mind and had no choice but to salute Logan with a bow, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and pleading, “Young Master, we have offended you before, and we hope you'll be magnanimous and not hold a grudge. We have been poisoned now and are certainly not a match for Young Master, so we hope that you will be merciful and save us.”
After speaking, he looked at Logan with anticipation, hoping the other party would show leniency and give them a way out. However, Logan just smiled faintly and did not immediately respond. He seemed to be contemplating something, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.
Seeing this, Richard Mitchell couldn't help feeling anxious. He didn't know what decision Logan would make or what fate awaited them all. He could only clench his fists tightly, waiting for Logan's response. The others also held their breaths, and the entire scene fell into silence.
He had already bowed his head to him, the humiliation and helplessness intertwining to almost make him clench his teeth into powder, but if it meant surviving, what did dignity matter? Anyone who wanted to live naturally had to bow their heads, and Richard Mitchell was no exception.
Abigail Mitchell was the same; although usually spoiled, she couldn't care less at this moment of life and death. She looked at Logan, a flicker of pleading in her eyes, yet her words carried a hint of threat, “Hey, we are from the Mitchell Family. You must save us! If our Family Clan finds out you left us to die, you'll pay dearly!”
“Abigail!” Richard Mitchell exclaimed in a green face, and rebuked her in a low voice, “How can you speak like that? We are begging for our lives, not here to threaten people!”
Chapter end
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