Lungworth

Is this price including tax or not?

/Not included./
During the briefing, Gulveig clearly and loudly instructed everyone about what goblins are. To be honest, she wasn't sorry that the information was purchased. It seemed that, without knowing in advance what awaited them, they could not only suffer but even be wiped out as a group. From the looks on her comrades' faces, it was clear that some of them were clearly filled with doubt. Could it be that something from the list awaits them, or even all of it together? But that would be madness! Wouldn't such creatures with such abilities have already occupied some small province or country, like Myva, and established their own kingdom there with human concubines? Perhaps only the conflicts between tribes save humanity from such a fate.
Vegie finished listing the possible characteristics of the enemies and, after a sigh, continued, looking at everyone, although with a touch of sadness, but firmly.
-- Unfortunately, this is all the information available at the moment. We will find out the rest on the spot or obtain it ourselves. We will act according to the situation. The enemy is strong, but we will show them something too, and then we will return safely to... to Lungwort. I'm counting on you.
The girl smiled and let everyone go.

Are you talking about rapid reproduction?

/ He's talking about low willpower./

Guy, of course, didn't miss the opportunity, and even the need to extract money from the treasury for his "training" didn't bother him.

Gulveig didn't really feel like drinking. Their opponent today was not much different from what the girl had already faced, so the only source of stress was her concern about whether she would be able to cope with the burden of her responsibility. Of course, she could have a drink for pleasure, but this was not the case.

The plan to go to the bar was purely mercenary – the girl saw a familiar drink and, knowing from experience how it loosens the tongue and helps in negotiations with employers, she couldn't resist. One way or another, the terms of the assignment seemed hardly fair, given the high presumed difficulty, but at the same time, the modest reward. She had to give credit to Sir Rutger and Hecate – on missions in Illia, they received rewards that were several orders of magnitude more generous.

After taking a sip of the strong Shangkai drink, Vegie still couldn't help but shed a tear... "Mother, it's strange, why am I feeling this?" she thought, quickly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief so that her comrades wouldn't see. Fortunately, they were too busy with their drinking games. "I need six times more of this to start feeling tipsy, I know from experience... But still... Oh, teacher, father, aunt, who did you leave me with? And who did I leave... with the Baldr's. How I wish we could all just be together, why all this, why? Will we ever meet again, and will we be happy to see each other? Through our pain of separation, will we be able to feel the happiness of reunion? Mother Arteria, may everything turn out as it should."

Bai-Hu was emptying, but Vegie's face was firm and sober. It was almost time to go to work, and that's where everything would become clear, what she was worth, and whether she could hope for the fulfillment of her dreams.