"Come here, everyone, it's good to broaden your horizons."

"You must remember, treasure chests with patterns like these always contain great valuables!"

"Our specialties are fixing, gambling, and trade!"

Boswell beckoned, his large green nose trembling slightly with excitement as he moved.

Zong Shen had completely whetted his appetite.

After receiving Boswell's permission, the goblin apprentices and helpers eagerly gathered around.

"Wow! Look at these exquisite patterns!"

"It's quite different from what we've seen before."

"Trust me, there's definitely a big treasure inside!"

"Damn it, who stepped on my foot, these are boots I've only worn for eight years!"

"Pay up, you must pay up!"

"Shut up! Let Uncle Boswell come in, you all squeezed him out!"

The goblins' noisy nature began to surface, chattering away.

They jumped around the treasure chest like a group of green-skinned frogs.

Boswell squeezed inside, looking up at Zong Shen standing slightly behind.

"Sir, may I open the treasure chest now?"

Zong Shen shook his head, his smile growing even more radiant.

"This treasure chest can only be opened by me, none of you can."

"If you don't believe me, you can try."

He gestured for Boswell to attempt to open the treasure chest.

Upon hearing this, Boswell's face showed a very expectant expression.

He carefully extended his hands and grasped the treasure chest.

He began to exert force in an attempt to open the chest.

But the lid of the chest didn't move an inch, not even a tiny gap appeared.

"..."

"This treasure chest is indeed hard to open."

Boswell remarked, skillfully climbing onto the cargo mecha.

He manipulated the two strong mechanical arms to grip the treasure chest.

Once again attempting to open the chest.

"Creak~"

Only when the joints of the mechanical arms emitted a piercing friction sound did Boswell concede.

His cargo mecha had great strength, able to carry quite a bit of cargo and help transport supplies.

But even the brute force of his mecha couldn't open the chest, indicating there's indeed something special about it.

"Sir, I really can't open this chest..."

Boswell admitted defeat, realizing the chest couldn't be opened without forceful destruction.

Zong Shen used this time to scan the goblins,

Among them, only Boswell had the Purple Rare Level Talent, reaching Level 36.

The other goblin apprentices and helpers had ordinary and good talents, with levels ranging from 10 to 20.

"Hehe, watch closely."

"There's a surprise inside the chest that'll stay with you for a long time."

Zong Shen said leisurely, the fish had taken the bait, finally managing to fleece the cunning, stingy goblin merchants.

However, it's said that goblin caravans often travel with one or more powerful ogres.

These ogres weren't weak, having lost their home at Suspended Hammer Fortress.

Many ogres were tamed by goblins, becoming their mighty enforcers.

The risk often correlates with reward, this venture holds great risk but promises equally enticing profits.

In this outpost lie all the supplies carried by this goblin merchant group, and these penny-pinching folks secure significant profits with each transaction.

The entire continent knew that goblin merchants had plenty of good stuff, but doing business with them required certain tactics.

Small forces couldn't contend with these traveling goblins, while larger forces often disdain making a direct move, usually just intimidating them into conceding on price.

Thus, these traveling goblins truly amassed riches.

With all goblins watching expectantly, Zong Shen approached the Silver Treasure Chest, feeling a hint of anxiety despite having consulted a strategy before.

The gas inside the chest was precisely Tier Three Poison Qi, its effect would decrease with level and strength.

Back then, Zong Shen was dirt poor; encountering such poison gas would've left him unconscious for days.

Now, the goblins present would all enter slumber if they hadn't taken antitoxic pills or antidote potions, although the duration would vary.

They unanimously made way for Zong Shen. Their hearts were filled with anticipation.

Zong Shen reached the chest, outside the courtyard, Luna and the others stood at the gate, eagerly awaiting.

The choice to open it appeared before him. Zong Shen took a deep breath and chose "Open!"

Boswell was stunned, the chest he couldn't open previously was now unlocked right before this person.

A silver glow emitted, full of high-level mystique.

However, following the glow, a faint green gas wafted out from the chest.

Boswell initially showed confusion, but with his rich experience, he quickly recognized it as poison gas.

"Oh no..."

"Mogulosh! Split Fist! We have... enemies..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground, followed by the other goblins, each succumbing to slumber.

The ground began to "boom," as if a gigantic creature was briskly stepping out from the outpost.

The poison gas started to spread, turning into a pale green haze.

"Hurry up!"

The gas was extremely domineering, even after taking an antitoxic pill Zong Shen felt quite dizzy.

The soldiers rushed into the courtyard, avoiding the directions in which the gas spread.

Each of them grabbed two supply boxes and fled.

Zong Shen acted swiftly, utilizing the storage grid advantage to collect flamethrowers and fuel bottles, and began frantically looting the items from supply boxes.

Focused on acquiring the goblins' mecha and a deflated airship.

Yet the variety of these items overwhelmed him, quickly filling the storage grid. He even discarded some tools and basic materials, leaving only one slot.

But that wasn't all; leveraging his own strength, he single-handedly grabbed the net of a supply box and dragged it away.

At this time, two massive ogres, wielding clubs, rushed out from the outpost.

Their skin was a pale yellow.

Each bore a single horn on their heads.

They were striding quickly toward Zong Shen.

Zong Shen's dizziness grew stronger. He took Boswell's sapphire-decorated beret, confiscated his glasses, money bag, shoes, and cloak.

Had stripping clothes been less troublesome, Zong Shen would've spared none of his attire.

Then, Zong Shen utilized the last storage slot to collect the cargo mecha and stumbled toward the courtyard exit.

The dizziness muddled his steps.

Zong Shen sensed a strong wind sweep behind him.

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, the impact blast staggered him!

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