We evil gods must hide.

Chapter 19 The Rotten Fish Squad?

"Even so, there's no guild protection anymore. What if I encounter an unreasonable teammate?"

Old John laughed heartily and leaned back.

"You're a real coward, but your worries are understandable."

"There are rules for taking jobs from me," Old John said, holding up three fingers. "Simple: First, follow the instructions of the senior members of your team within the mission area. You are not allowed to wander off on your own or embezzle any entrusted supplies. Second, do not take over other teams' territory or start fights within the mission area. Third, you are responsible for your own actions. I will not cover for injuries, disappearances, or encounters with high-level monsters, nor will I report it to the guild."

"If the guild catches us..."

Lynch hesitated.

"The official rules are that they will strip you of your adventurer status, send you to jail, or make you pay a fine."

"But who would bother with a bunch of nobodies like you? The big shots don't even look at us, and their kids need us too."

Old John spoke very frankly and without any reservations.

Old John stared intently at Lynch until he slowly nodded, then burst into laughter, stood up, patted Lynch's thin shoulder, and exclaimed, "That's right! By the God of Fairness, the deal is done!"

Lin Qi lowered his head slightly, seemingly a little downcast, but in reality, his lips were already curled into a wide smile.

Am I, the mighty Forgotten Evil God, someone who cares about a few Adventure Guild points?

As long as someone can guide him to find goblins, he can continuously draw faith, slowly accumulate divinity, and follow the numerical path.

Money and faith are two paths, and both can solve the problem.

It's absolutely perfect!

Given enough time, the world will remember the terror of the evil god once again!

Let the goblins feel the pain!

Old John handed Lynch several goblin extermination commissions.

"Get some rest tonight and get yourself in good shape. Meet at the alley entrance before sunrise tomorrow."

"I'll arrange a long-term, fixed team for you. There won't be many people, just three. They're all veterans who have been doing gray-area commissions for a long time. They have good tempers, are reliable, and won't deliberately sabotage their teammates."

"Let me briefly tell you about the three people in the team."

Old John leaned against the old wooden frame and slowly began to explain.

"The first one is Captain Cole, an old archer, almost fifty years old. He was a regular mercenary in his youth, but he was injured and couldn't participate in high-intensity combat, so he could only do gray missions to make ends meet. His archery skills are still there, enough to deal with low-level monsters like goblins. He's just a bit lacking in stamina, but he's very experienced. Listen to his instructions in everything."

"The second one is Ella, an apprentice mage. She's quite young and dropped out of the magic academy because she couldn't afford the tuition. She only knows the most basic elemental spells, and she's fairly proficient at fireball. She can cast ten fireballs in a row at full power?"

"I guess so."

Old John scratched his head.

"The third one is Neil, a trainee priest and a follower of the Temple of Light. He knows medicine and bandaging, but he is a bit timid and doesn't talk much."

"Oh right, he has a special skill: a small-scale flash explosion that he forcibly releases by overdrawing his mental energy. It has no destructive power, but it's quite useful for scaring away monsters."

An injured old archer, a mediocre mage who dropped out of school, and a priest who doesn't know any magic of light.

In addition, there's the fact that he himself is a thief who can't even hold a dagger properly.

A familiar word came to Lin Qi's mind.

The Rotten Fish and Shrimp Squad.

Without a front line to tank damage, without stable healing, and without burst damage, even fighting goblins would require grinding them down bit by bit.

Noticing Lynch's expression, Old John explained, "That's right. The team is relatively weak overall, so we'll only be taking on small goblin lairs and clearing out scattered monsters. It's safe for you."

"Another member of the team died, and we're short of a scout thief."

"Don't worry, he died in an accident."

"A crazed coyote somehow managed to bite through his throat, and by the time Cole and the others heard the screams and rushed over, it was too late."

Old John explained it casually, clearly taking the matter of dead people for granted.

After explaining everything, it was already completely dark.

Old John gave Lynch a time and place to meet the next day, then waved him away.

"Go back and get some rest, don't be late."

Lin Qi pushed open the door and stepped out of the small house. The evening breeze was slightly cool, and the lights in the alley were sparse.

I walked back to my cheap dormitory in town step by step, trying to figure out what was going to happen next.

With a debt of 100,000 gold coins weighing on him and daily expenses piling up, he could only take things one step at a time if he wanted to gain a foothold.

Goblin gray-area boosting service.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

The evil god found it quite interesting.

......

Silent all night.

In a town like Silverleaf Town, located on the outskirts of a principality and frequented by adventurers, one can imagine the living conditions in a shared dormitory.

The place was crowded and noisy, with snoring and farting all night long, and the air was thick with the stench of sweat and blood. Even a country boy would probably find it unbearable, but the evil god was quiet and sleeping soundly.

joke.

How can this place compare to the underground goblin lair?

It's practically heaven!

The next day, before dawn, the town's streets and alleys were shrouded in morning mist.

Lin Qi got ready on time, changed into the adventurer's coat issued by the guild, and tucked a simple short dagger given to him by Sister Lina into his waistband. As agreed, he arrived at the intersection of the back alley.

Three people were already standing at the entrance of the alley; they were clearly the team members Old John had mentioned.

The middle-aged man leaning against the wall on the far left is clearly the old archer, Cole.

His hair was messy, his face looked very weathered, his back was slightly hunched, he wore badly worn leather armor, and carried an old short bow on his back. There were more than a dozen iron arrows in his quiver, and judging from the messy fletching, it was hard to say whether the arrows could even pierce the goblin's skin.

Cole exuded a gloomy and listless aura, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, simply closing his eyes to rest.

Standing in the middle is the apprentice female mage, Ella.

They are very young.

She was short and thin, clutching a thick wooden staff. Her expression was timid, and her round face still held a touch of childishness. Her fingers gripped the staff tightly, and she kept glancing around. Her apprentice mage robes were faded from washing, and the edges near the ground were worn beyond recognition.

Conforming to stereotypes, a distressed apprentice monk.

The one crouching at the very back of the two, is that the trainee priest Neil?

Lin Qi was completely baffled by this.

He was wearing a strange metal armor, which seemed to be homemade. The armor plates were connected by hemp rope. His hands were clenched tightly in front of his chest, and he was curled up in a ball. He trembled as he listened to Lin Qi's footsteps.

Are these our medical staff?

Is this how you go to the battlefield?

The three of them looked up and sized up Lin Qi as he approached.

Cole's gaze was indifferent as he scanned Lynch from head to toe. He was first stunned by Lynch's appearance for a moment, then noticed the other's thin figure, weak arms, and ordinary adventurer's attire. A clear disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Another newcomer, just there to make up the numbers.

Neil lowered his head, avoiding eye contact, looking completely afraid of strangers.

Ella glanced at them curiously a couple more times, without any ill intent; she was simply unfamiliar with her new teammate.