Chapter 467: Chapter 356: Let’s Make a Bet

"How do you feel?"

Shire placed a wooden bowl filled with a potion on the table, turning his head to look at the Grand Commander of the Holy Order Army on the bed.

"My breathing is still a little ragged, but the wound has started to heal." Diana looked down at her chest, now wrapped in a thick layer of bandages. "Thank you."

"Don’t thank me." Shire waved his hand dismissively. "It was your four longswords that brought you here. Besides, the ones who saved you were the little goblins and the Mother Tree. I just had my subordinates carry you over."

"I still must thank you," Diana said, pulling up the blanket. She was still weak, having just begun to recover from her severe injuries, and was resting sitting up in bed. "Can you let me see the little goblins and the Mother Tree?"

"You want to thank them in person?" Shire smiled. "Yun Xiya doesn’t like humans. I can pass on your message for you. As for the Mother Tree, she likes appearing before ordinary people even less."

"Very well, then. Please convey my gratitude for me. If possible, I’d be willing to do something for them."

"Actually, there is something you can do right now." Upon hearing this, Shire’s eyes instantly lit up.

"What is it? If it’s about slaying Demons, you’ll have to wait until I’ve recovered a bit." Diana’s hair was down, no longer tied up in her signature high ponytail, and her four longswords were leaning against the wall of the room.

"Don’t worry, I’ve brewed you a potion to speed up your recovery." Shire pointed to the potion on the table. Though the liquid was clear, its bright green color brought some unpleasant things to mind. "Drink it once it cools. After a few bowls, you should be able to get out of bed and walk around by tomorrow, and you’ll be able to leave the forest by tomorrow night."

"Alright."

"Uh," Shire paused. "Aren’t you afraid I poisoned the potion?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it when I was severely injured before," Diana said calmly.

The corner of Shire’s mouth twitched. He shook his head and gave a slight smile. The thought of pulling the longsword from her chest had indeed crossed his mind earlier. That way, the Grand Commander would die quickly before him, and she might even drop an Ability like [Senior Commander].

But he quickly dismissed the idea. Someone like the Grand Commander of the Holy Order Army certainly possessed all sorts of Abilities, and there was no guarantee she would drop the one Shire wanted. It was just like in a game: you work your ass off to take down the final boss, hoping with all your heart that it will drop the [Magic Staff] you need, only for the boss to drop a Shield meant for a Warrior.

Therefore, the best method was to use "a certain kind of Magic" to directly imprison the final boss, then compel it to fight for you. That way, you would achieve the greatest increase in combat power.

And that was precisely Shire’s plan now.

He covertly checked himself and, after confirming that the [Group Dumbing Curse] and [Group Language Curse] were still in effect, forced a smile. "You could choose to help me. After all, I am currently protecting the little goblins and the Mother Tree’s Tree-man Race. Helping me is helping them."

"You..." Diana glanced at Shire, her eyes then flicking to the potion on the table. "Perhaps there’s no poison in it, but you might have put something else in—like an obedience potion, for example."

"Hehehe," Shire laughed awkwardly. "That potion only contains various restorative herbs and ingredients, absolutely nothing else."

"Then what reason would a goblin like you have for even thinking of seeking help from the Grand Commander of the Holy Order Army?" Diana tilted her head, looking at the goblin opposite her. "Or did you drink some kind of courage potion yourself?"

"I just thought," Shire paused, organizing his words, "since you were ambushed by your own people, it’ll probably be very difficult for you to return to the Holy Order Army. Why not stay and help me instead?"

"Are you trying to take advantage of the favor you’ve shown me?" Diana smiled, but there wasn’t much anger in it. "And to think you could tell I was ambushed by my own people."

Shire shrugged and said nothing. It was so obvious it didn’t need to be pointed out.

But Diana lowered her head, a hint of desolation in her voice as she murmured, "You really are smart. Unusually so for a goblin."

"I can explain that..." Shire began hastily, but she raised a hand to cut him off.

"There’s no need. Everyone has their secrets. I’ve seen stranger things before." Diana shook her head, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

"So, your answer is..." Shire pressed his lips together, then quickly added, "Of course, you don’t have to decide right away. You can think it over."

"To be honest, I would prefer to return to the Holy Order Army," Diana said, looking up at the ceiling of the stone chamber, where many blue, fluorescent mushrooms grew. "But as you said, perhaps I can’t go back. After what happened, the conflict between him and me is now out in the open. If I go back, those Paladins will surely come to a bad end. But if I stay away, maybe he’ll have some reservations and won’t move against the survivors."

"’Him’?" Shire keenly picked up on the peculiarity in her words.

"The Vice Commander of the Holy Order Army," Diana said, glancing at the goblin opposite her. "The same one who was sent flying. He’s also the Church’s Chosen One."

’Chosen One.’ Those two words struck Shire like a hammer. He never thought he’d had a close brush with a Divine Chosen One. "You mean that... that man?"

He raised his hand and made a few gestures around his face, describing the man’s appearance. "Messy hair, a rather long face, looked completely flustered."

"Er," Diana frowned. She had to admit, when they saw Lingard return from the forest, that was exactly how he looked. "Yes... I suppose so."

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