Chapter 141: SPIRITUAL ENERGY AGAIN
Seeing that it would take too long to walk, Logan decided to hire a carriage. In this area, such rental-driven carriages were quite common. It wasn’t anything luxurious or high-end, but it was good enough for the journey. Many people preferred riding horses as well, but Logan didn’t have a ride of his own yet.
After getting into the carriage, it began its journey toward the forest. As it moved, Logan thought to himself, "I need to arrange a horse by tomorrow at the latest."
Time passed slowly, and the carriage picked up speed along the way. After about an hour, it finally came to a stop. Logan stepped down and handed the coachman his fare. He was about to enter the forest when a thought suddenly struck him—he didn’t have a ride. How would he get back?
He turned around to call the coachman back, but the man was already far ahead. Even if Logan shouted, it was unlikely the coachman could hear him over the sound of the horse’s hooves.
Logan let out a sigh. "Let me finish the raid first. I’ll figure out how to get back later."
He entered the forest, walking along a narrow path. It was a deep forest. Sunlight barely touched the ground—it almost felt like evening even though it was daytime. Leaves rustled occasionally, hinting at various wild creatures moving about. Anyone seeing a twelve-year-old kid walking through such a place alone would surely be stunned. But Logan walked casually, heading toward his destination.
After nearly 40 to 45 meters of walking, he finally arrived. At the base of a mountain on the forest’s edge, the trees parted enough to let some light through. The calls of birds and a few wild animals could be heard nearby. In the mountainside wall, there was a large cave entrance—the dungeon gate.
Logan checked the map scroll once more to confirm it.
He gave his body a light stretch and stepped through the gate. Even though it was just a low-level dungeon, Logan didn’t let his guard down.
Logan stepped past the threshold of the dungeon gate. As soon as he entered, the air around him shifted. The atmosphere was damp and cold, and a musty scent of rot hung faintly in the air. The tunnel ahead was narrow and dark, but Logan’s senses were sharp. He began walking.
It didn’t take long.
From the shadows, four goblins emerged—crooked backs, jagged teeth, and rusted daggers clutched tightly in their hands. They snarled and screeched the moment they spotted him.