A group of short goblins began to work hard in the hall, counting these gold treasures in different categories, and the gold coins were first picked out, most of which were ancient Brighton gold coins, as well as rough-shaped Nord local gold coins, Faris' horse head gold coins, and even gold coins with the sacred fire pattern in the Sulaide area.

Next are jewelry, inlaid with various gems. The diamond jewelry has a huge difference in value. The dwarfs wiped away the dust on it and placed them one by one in the box.

There are also those large pieces of armor, weapons, shields, etc., which are placed on wooden racks and placed in the hall, which looks a bit more style.

On Wednesday, I was responsible for registering and making books. Although its characters are a little naive, they are not bad and very organized.

Sean noticed something very strange. Other goblins didn't seem to react to so much gold. They were like facing a pile of stones and bricks. The only thing that could attract them was acorn food.

Only Wednesday, when looking at the gold, the eyes always look envious and greedy, and a touch of complex emotions.

It seems that Wednesday's thinking has completely changed, which is completely different from ordinary short goblins.

Sean didn't know whether this change was good or bad, but it seemed that there were more benefits at the moment. If there were no Wednesday, these stupid short goblins would be really hard to command.

Soon the gold treasures were collected, with a pile of gold coins, a pile of jewelry, a pile of gold utensils, and a pile of swords and armors of certain use value. On Wednesday, Shaun handed over the written list to Sean. Looking at the list full of three pages, he felt that he was so rich for the first time.

He roughly estimated that gold alone would be worth at least 50,000 pounds, and those gems were difficult to measure, but even if it was conservative, it would not be less than 20,000 pounds. There were also swords and armors with historical value, which would be very valuable if they found the right buyer. His total value this time should be around 80,000 to 100,000 pounds.

Such a sum of money is a huge sum. You should know that Brighton's most-service main sailing battleship is the Aquaman-class battleship with 86 artillery pieces, and the cost of one is only 100,000 pounds.

The money Sean has in his hands is almost the same as the value of a battleship.

Wednesday looked at Sean nervously, "Master, you must have taken a great risk to bring so many babies back."

"Yes, I participated in several battles this time, and I almost explained it twice. And I ate too badly. The little fruit I brought was gone in a few days. Later, I could only eat cabbage to supplement vitamins."

He picked up an apple on the table and thought to himself. The light of the sun gathered into a golden knife in his hand, and he skillfully peeled it.

When he turned his head, he found that Zhou Mian looked at the knife in his hand in a daze, his face full of awe.

Before he could speak, he suddenly knelt down on Wednesday, "Oh, great master, please forgive me for not recognizing you. What an honor is it to be able to serve you by the great gods walking in the world."

Cough cough cough, Sean almost choked after being fucked by Wednesday. He never thought that Wednesday's reaction would be so great. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? He had never used magic before, but Wednesday could actually recognize this magic technique, which was a bit magical, but is this magic that believes in God very advanced?

Maybe this is related to its origin?

Sean's heart moved, "Do you recognize this?"

"That is a great and immortal divine power, I have never seen it before, but somehow my heart told me that I must respect it and respect its users, that is, you, the great master, please forgive my past misogyny for you."

Sean thoughtfully after hearing this. It seemed that the birth of the dwarf goblin was indeed related to the belief in God in a distant country. Maybe the race of the dwarf goblin is a relative of a faith in God, or a race created by the faith in God, just like the heroic warrior of Om and the Valkyrie of Sindora.

"Don't be so nervous. This is the power I have gained recently. It's normal for you to not recognize it before."

Wednesday then breathed a sigh of relief, "May I ask the great master, I wonder how you have achieved such amazing power?"

Sean smiled, "It's no big deal, I just killed a god." He said, his eyes carefully observing Wednesday's reaction.

"Kill - Kill God!" Wednesday was shocked. His mouth grew bigger and his whole body almost froze, just like the Friday when Sean asked him to eat bread was on Monday.

"Are you okay?"

Sean wandered in front of Wednesday for a few times, but Wednesday had no response. It looked like a sculpture, and seemed to be stimulated by some stimulation. Sean was a little scared now, wouldn't he be scared to death?

After a long time.

Cough-Huh, Wednesday finally came to his breath. He looked at Sean with a more awe-inspiring look and lay on the ground, "Great Master, please allow me to take my leave for the time being. I think I need to think about my life."

Sean waved speechlessly and let Wednesday leave.

During dinner, Sean saw Wednesday again. It looked much more relaxed, just as if a mountain pressing on him had suddenly disappeared.

Serve Sean to dinner with conscientious service.

Sean speculated that this is likely to be a psychological change caused by its three views being reshaped after being impacted.

He didn't think too much about it, there were too many mysteries in the dwarf goblins, but considering that they came from another world, it didn't seem to make any sense to pursue the secrets in it.

Tonight's supper is toast slices, grilled sausages, cabbage soup, pickled onions, a bowl of oatmeal porridge, and a bottle of cider served.

The incident of going home made Sean's appetite wide. He almost ate up all the food on the table, and in the end he only had half a slice of toast. He was hesitating whether to work hard to get rid of the leftovers, but said nervously on Wednesday.

"Master, can I give it a try?"

"You mean bread?" Sean asked in surprise with the half slice of toast.

"Yes, I think, I might try to eat something else."

This request was the first time it had been raised, and Sean was a little surprised, "Are you sure? You won't have any problems with eating, right?"

Sean still remembered the last time he felt like he was trying a poison.

"I think it should be fine."
Chapter completed!