Lin saw countless goats milling around, at the center of the throng, a floating, round object pulsing with eerie light. Lin narrowed his eyes, unsettled by the subtle vibration—he could practically feel it rattling his teeth. What the hell is that? Magical artifact? Weird human tech? Doesn’t matter—I’m not going anywhere near it.
He watched closely and saw two humans examine a goat before leading it away. Instantly, nervous tension twisted his gut. Whatever they’re doing—it’s nothing good. That’s for damn sure.
He stayed at the edge of the herd, heart pounding and ears flicking. Bojo’s gotta be somewhere in this mess. Or maybe he’s already... no, don’t think that.
Lin weighed his options, tail flicking. For now, it was safest to watch from the sidelines. No heroics today. Stealth goat mode: activated. He also wondered why he wasn’t affected by the strange object.
What do I do now? I can’t just walk in there; I’ll get captured for sure. Lin decided to wait it out, hoping the humans would eventually leave. He settled into the grass, ears perked for danger, and kept grinding his daily quests. His body was changing; he could feel it. Every jump, every headbutt, every mouthful of grass made him a little stronger, a little faster. Progress. Not exactly glamorous, but hey, I’ll take it. If I keep this up, maybe I’ll evolve into Super Goat. Or at least Outrun-the-Other-Goats Goat.
Just as he was settling into a rhythm, he noticed the pen cleared out, and the main gate came into view, massive, almost intimidating. Beyond it, he could see the houses outside the farm.
He started looking for Bojo but didn’t approach the pen. Being cautious isn’t a bad thing; besides, maintaining this much safe distance had its own benefits. Thanks to all the daily missions, his speed had nearly doubled over the past few days.
Gradually, the pen cleared out, and the main gate came into view, massive, almost intimidating. Beyond it, he could see the houses outside the farm.
Lin glanced up, half hoping the system would chime in with a helpful suggestion. Nothing. Just silence. He sighed. No matter where I look, I can’t even see a shadow of that goat. Guess I’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way, find a few yearlings who might know something.
He didn’t waste time and started searching for the perfect candidate who might help him. He wasn’t worried about Bojo’s reputation; bad reputations stuck, and nobody ever forgot those who had them. In other words, Bojo is famous for being a baby, and this reputation will probably help him find Bojo’s whereabouts.
As Lin walked around, he spotted the same group of yearlings who’d attacked him before. Honestly, he still couldn’t tell most goats apart; he had to rely on intuition. For a handful, he could recognize their presence, like the young goat leader, the one who helped him, and those two who’d asked about a yearling. But the rest just blurred together. By the way, I haven’t seen those two either. Where are they?
He thought of the two goats he’d met before, the ones who’d asked about a little kid goat. One was Toro, but the other’s name escaped him. Why am I even thinking about them now?.
Thinking about the goats, Lin scanned his surroundings, but, surprisingly, he couldn’t spot those two anywhere. They may have left already, who knows? He shook his head, pushing away the useless thoughts. "Focus, Lin. You’re not here to play detective for every missing face. Bojo’s the one who matters right now.’cough’"
He took a slow breath, letting the morning air clear his mind. The herd was thinning out, the pen almost empty, but Bojo was still nowhere in sight. Lin squared his shoulders, determination settling in his chest.
Soon, he noticed a group of goats but didn’t approach them. He watched as they moved off, then started searching for another target. Yeah, even goats form gangs,
There’s one. A lone yearling sat under the shadow of a tree, looking almost peaceful. Perfect. Lone wolf, well, lone goat. Easier to talk, less chance of getting jumped.
Lin approached slowly, rehearsing what to say. As soon as the yearling noticed him, it stood and glared. Or at least, Lin thought it was a glare. Hard to tell with goats. Maybe he’s just squinting at the sun. Or maybe he’s already sizing me up for a headbutt. Great.
"Hello there. Have you seen someone named Bojo?" then he realize his mistake, no one know who bojo is because that name was given by him. But since he already asked thres no turnign back.
At first, the goat ignored him. But when Lin asked again ths time with description, But the yearling snapped, "Can’t you see what I’m doing?" The rightful source is novel-fire.net
Lin blinked, a little surprised. At least this one wasn’t barking "outsider" at him right away. Maybe this goat is actually good. "What are you doing?" Lin asked, as naturally as possible. Not like goats do much, eat, sleep, and screw around.
"I am thanking God for his blessing," the yearling said.
Lin blinked again. "God?" he echoed, keeping his tone neutral.
The yearling’s ears flicked back. His eyes narrowed. "God." He glared, then spat, "You filthy outsider, how dare you say that word with your dirty mouth?"
Touchy subject, Lin thought. Great. This one might start a fight any second. He didn’t waste time and tried to play it safe."I’m extremely sorry. I’m just a lowly outsider; I shouldn’t have spoken of your mighty God. I’ve never seen or heard of him outside. Can you tell me about God? Where does he live? I want to ask for forgiveness." Never thought I’d meet a religious goat. Guess there’s a first for everything.
The yearling snorted, glancing toward the pen, just enough to confirm Lin’s suspicion. "God lives outside the pen," he said, eyes sparkling with something like awe. "But you, outsider, beyond redemption. Don’t go there."