Chapter 73: Brunhilde and the lost soul

There were many things which Brunhilde expected she would be in charge of, as Pan and the rest braved the blizzard just to get to the entrance of a dungeon which was under their feet.

But babysitting a nymph who was deciding how to best create a compost pile was not one of those things. Heck, she was unsure whether she was responsible for Lexus or not.

Still, she sat by him. Listened to him as he listed the mobs he could use to get them for lack of better words, poop.

"Chickens," Brunhilde finally said, as Lexus repeated the word goblin for the third time. "Their meat is tastier; they do not eat children and are poop factories."

Lexus shrugged. Yes, chicken would help feed the adventurers, but the chickens would never be able to defend his dungeon.

He did not want it taken over once more. He wanted to be free! Once and for all!