14. Krog's misfortune

Eryndor was blissfully unaware of the fact that there were people like Lich Xandros and King Arinn cursing him behind his back, and his rival Lord Ravenswood celebrating his departure from his life. For now, Eryndor's only concern was finding food, and lots of it. His stomach was growling, and his energy was dwindling.

As he looked around cautiously, Eryndor's hand instinctively went to his underwear, where he had hidden a spatial magic ring. He had stashed it there earlier, and it was a good thing he had, because if the goblin and his underlings had found it, they would have surely stolen it.

"Ha! You'll never find it, you pesky goblins!" Eryndor muttered to himself, chuckling at his own cleverness.

Eryndor's attire was torn and tattered from his duel with Lord Ravenswood in the tournament, and he hadn't had a chance to change since then. Perhaps it was lucky that he hadn't changed, because if he had, the goblin Krog might have frisked him for valuables and found the ring.

Eryndor pulled out the ring and activated it, revealing a treasure trove of riches inside. There were boxes of gold coins, magic crystals worth millions of gold coins and magic equipments but unfortunately, no food. Eryndor's stomach growled in disappointment, and he let out a comedic sigh.

"Seriously? No snacks? What kind of treasure trove doesn't have snacks?" Eryndor joked to himself.

He decided to go back and confront the goblin Krog and his five ogres, but when he arrived at the scene, he found that the 10 elf warriors had already killed the ogres. The goblin had run for his life, and the elf warriors had rescued the two ladies and left. The dwarf had also fled in the commotion, taking the little child with him. Perhaps the dwarf knew the child, Eryndor thought.

As he looked at the dead ogres on the street, Eryndor felt no sympathy for them. Ogres were slave traders, and they got what they deserved. Eryndor also wanted to kill the ogres' boss, the wretched Goblin Krog, but not because he was a slave trader - it was because he hadn't fed Eryndor while he was in captivity.

"I mean, come on, Krog! I was your prisoner, and you didn't even give me a sandwich? That's just rude," Eryndor said, shaking his head.

Never mind the events that had transpired, Eryndor walked into the Blackstone tavern, hoping to find something to eat. He had already taken out 100 gold coins from the spatial ring and hid the ring back in his underwear. As he sat down at a dining table, the waiter looked at him with disdain, taking in his torn attire.

"You look like a beggar," the waiter said, his tone implying that Eryndor couldn't afford to pay for a meal. "Show me some coins before you order."

Eryndor was displeased with the waiter's attitude, but he pulled out 10 gold coins and showed them to him. The waiter's expression changed instantly, and he smiled politely.

"Ah, sorry about that, sir. I didn't realize you were a... um... wealthy beggar," the waiter said, trying to save face.

Eryndor chuckled and said, "Hey, being a wealthy beggar is a thing! I'm like a homeless millionaire."

The waiter laughed nervously and asked, "What can I get for you, sir?"

Eryndor grinned, feeling a little mischievous. "Bring me all the special dishes your tavern has. I'm starving, and I want to try everything!"

As the waiter scurried off to place the order, a hooded short man watched Eryndor from a few tables away, his eyes filled with malice and hatred.

"Ah, that unlucky fiend," the hooded man muttered to himself. "Where did he get those coins? We didn't frisk him when we captured him. What a loss. I lost all my subordinates because of him."

The hooded man's eyes narrowed, his mind plotting his revenge against Eryndor. But for now, he remained hidden, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Meanwhile, Eryndor was too busy salivating at the thought of food to notice the hooded man's gaze. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, his stomach growling with hunger.

"Food, glorious food! I'm finally going to eat my fill!" Eryndor exclaimed, a big smile on his face.