A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor

Chapter 471 The Grand Forest - Part 2

A part of him screamed out in exultation as he swiftly took a goblin's head from its neck. His headache seemed to go down somewhat, and the perpetual sense of unease that had hung over him for the last few weeks seemed to ease as well.

The weekend had finally come, and with it brought the newfound freedom of the Grand Forest. Oliver had made Verdant arrange it, not knowing how difficult it was to get the necessary paperwork done in such a short amount of time. But the priest had managed it regardless.

He'd had his flavour of Academy life the past week. It had come replete with plenty of drama, more had happened than he would rightly have expected. He put it down to Verdant's Gravity of Competence. Even if Oliver had wanted to keep a low profile, it was all but impossible. Even the way he walked stood out from the rest.

The physicality granted to him by his Second Boundary Blessing fundamentally set him apart from everyone else his age, in more ways than he could notice. It would have been impossible to keep it quiet, even if he'd wanted to try.

Within the week, he'd had four out of his six Academy lessons. Aside from Command, the others were meant to be held more frequently – Oliver had missed out on Universal Close Combat Training and Physical enhancement – but due to his sudden admission, he'd been warned against attending those until the following week.

Another goblin came storming towards his side, screaming its hate, and thrusting a spear out towards him.

It seemed pathetically slow to him now. These were goblins of the lesser variety. Oliver – or Beam – was used to fighting Horned-Goblins, thanks to Francis' contamination of the local wildlife.

"What about the corpses, Verdant?" Oliver asked. The second reason he'd come here was for coin. He wanted to know if he could make a business out of his slaying. After all, wasn't that what making money was all about? Selling a skill that a person was competent in? He'd done it before with Greeves, and he had a strong inclining that the prices here in the Academy would be far better.

"We can take what we wish, the Gameskeeper said," Verdant reminded him. Since it was the first time through for the lot of them, after paying their fee at the entrance – a harsh fee of a silver each – the man currently on duty had gone through the rules of the Forest, most of which Oliver had immediately forgotten, as he itched to be out and test the new sword that Blackwell had given him.

"I heard that part. What about prices? How much can we expect for these?" Oliver asked.

"I think it depends on who you're selling to... Though I might note that the primary worth of goblin flesh is as an alchemy ingredient. You'd do better if you had someone more intimately involved in alchemy, that might want to buy them from you, or make potions and items on your behalf," Verdant said.

Oliver clicked his fingers. "That, is a very good idea. Okay, for today, I'll leave the likes of goblin flesh, and come back with something more profitable. Then, we'll have to try and gather some more information about prices next week. There's only so much we can carry, after all."

With that cleared up, he flicked the blood from his sword. He noted that Lady Blackthorn was still standing stockstill, as though frozen to the spot. He sympathized. "Lasha," he said gently. "Are you still up for this?"

She managed to pull her eyes away from the corpses at Oliver's feet long enough to nod.

"Remember, it's as simple as what we discussed. We'll set you against one at first, allow you to get your grounding, then we'll gradually work our way up to see how much you can manage. I'll be standing off to the side, watching, so you won't have to fear a serious injury," Oliver said.