Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1369 - Chapter 1369 Chapter 748 Antidote_2

Chapter 1369: Chapter 748: Antidote_2 Chapter 1369: Chapter 748: Antidote_2 Upon hearing this, Richard Mitchell’s brows furrowed tightly. He knew that Logan was right, but he still found it difficult to accept this fact. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down and said to Logan: “Logan, we know you are powerful, but we are not to be trifled with either. This Spiritual Medicine is extremely important to us, can you please show mercy and spare us?”

Logan glanced at Richard Mitchell and laughed: “Spare you? Why should I spare you? This Spiritual Medicine is equally important to me. If you want it, you’ll have to obtain it on your own merits.”

Having said this, Logan no longer paid any attention to Richard Mitchell and the others, turning around to continue walking towards the Spiritual Medicine. Seeing this, Grace Mitchell stomped her feet in urgency, but there was nothing she could do. She knew that with their strength, they simply had no way to stop Logan.

The others exchanged glances, their hearts filled with helplessness and unwillingness. They all knew that they had already lost this battle for the Spiritual Medicine. But they were still not willing to give up just like that, each secretly contemplating their next move.

Although these words were indeed somewhat ruffian-like, upon careful thought, they also made sense. Logan’s voice echoed through the woods, carrying a hint of unruliness and mockery.

“When I was fighting the Spirit Beasts earlier, none of you said that I had discovered it first. Instead, while I was exchanging blows with the Companion Beast, you tried to seize the opportunity to take away the Spiritual Medicine. What now, when it’s my turn to take advantage while you are poisoned and your strength has greatly diminished, you are not happy about it?” He raised his eyebrow looking towards Grace Mitchell and her group, his eyes filled with amusement.

Grace Mitchell’s face turned pale, looking rather distressed and twisted. She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes flashing with unwillingness and anger. She had never thought that she would be ridiculed by Logan like this, a nameless rage flaming up inside her.

“That, that’s still your fault!” Grace Mitchell stubbornly puffed out her chest, and even though her voice trembled, she still tried to make her words sound solid, “You saw how much we needed the Spiritual Medicine, if you were a kind person, you should have let us have it!”

Upon hearing this, Logan couldn’t help but scoff. He sized up Grace Mitchell from head to toe with a look of disdain in his eyes.

“Ridiculous, then you’ve thought too much. I’m not a kind person, nor will I easily give away what I have in my hands. Especially, not to a bunch of people who are warm-faced but heartless, only seizing the opportunity to take advantage of others.” His voice was icy cold, each word like a knife, directly hitting the sore spot of Grace Mitchell and the others.

Hearing this, Grace Mitchell’s face instantly turned livid. The people around her also showed angry expressions, clearly extremely dissatisfied with Logan’s words.

“How… how can you talk about us like this!” Grace Mitchell’s voice shook a little as she tried to suppress the urge to lash out, “We just need this Spiritual Medicine to save someone, what gives you the right to belittle us like this!”

Logan let out a light laugh, his eyes brimming with mockery.

“Save someone? Hmph, you really play a good game. If I were to really let you have the Spiritual Medicine, I fear that as soon as you turn around, you’d forget about me immediately, let alone remember my ‘generosity’. Although I, Logan, am not a saint, I am not a fool either, and I will not let you people succeed easily.”

Grace Mitchell was so furious at Logan’s words that she trembled, wanting to retort but finding herself speechless. She knew that what Logan said was the truth; they indeed had such intentions. However, she would never think it was her fault, nor would she reflect on her own problems.

“You… you’re being sophistical!” Grace Mitchell finally couldn’t hold back and roared, “You don’t understand our difficulties, nor do you know how much we’ve sacrificed for this Spiritual Medicine!”

Logan just smiled faintly in response. He did not continue to argue with Grace Mitchell, because he knew that it was pointless to reason with such a person. He turned his gaze towards the direction of the Spiritual Medicine, his eyes gleaming with determination.

“I don’t care how much you’ve paid; this Spiritual Medicine is now mine. If you want it, then come and get it with your own ability.” His voice was cold and firm, filled with an undeniable power.

The faces of these people showed some difficulty in maintaining their composure; Grace Mitchell, self-absorbed as she was, could detect the mockery in Logan’s words. Her face turned alternately pale and green, like a palette undergoing unpredictable changes. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deeply into her palms, yet she felt no pain, only a raging fury burning in her chest.

“You… you’re going too far!” Grace Mitchell could no longer hold back, screaming through clenched teeth, “What right do you have to mock us like that? Who do you think you are?”

Logan did not stop walking, only let out a light laugh; his voice dispersed in the wind: “Me? I am but a passerby, one who won’t let you succeed so easily.”

When Richard Mitchell saw this, a fleeting depth crossed his eyes, filled with schemes and strategies, but it quickly faded away as if it had never appeared. He turned his eyes, quickly calculating a countermeasure in his mind, and suddenly called out to Logan.

“Young Master Logan, please wait.” Richard Mitchell’s voice carried a hint of urgency, yet remained polite, “There are some matters I would like to discuss with you. I believe they might interest you.”

Logan didn’t turn back and continued walking forward, his steps firm and powerful, responding, “Whatever it is can wait until after I’ve picked the Spiritual Medicine. No matter what you say, the Spiritual Medicine will not be handed over to you, I never go back on my decisions.”

Richard Mitchell’s expression turned ugly for a moment, a mix of resentment and anger, but he quickly returned to normal, as if he had never experienced any emotional fluctuation. He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm: “Young Master Logan, why be so decisive? Perhaps we could discuss terms; maybe we can find a solution acceptable to both sides.”

Logan stopped and turned to look at Richard Mitchell, a playful glint in his eyes: “Oh? Discuss terms? What conditions do you think you have that could interest me? This Spiritual Medicine is crucial to me; I’m not so easily swayed.”

Richard Mitchell’s heart chilled, but he quickly composed himself and began to explain earnestly: “Young Master Logan, perhaps you are unaware of how vital this Spiritual Medicine is to us as well. We have a friend gravely injured and urgently in need of this medicine for treatment. If you are willing to let us have the Spiritual Medicine, we’re prepared to pay any price, even if it means sacrificing our whole fortune.”

Logan scoffed upon hearing this: “Sacrifice your whole fortune? Hmph, do you think I covet your wealth? The value of this Spiritual Medicine cannot be measured in money.”

Richard Mitchell felt a sinking feeling but did not give up, continuing his persuasion: “Young Master Logan, I know that this Spiritual Medicine is worth a fortune to you. But have you ever considered that sometimes a Favor could be more valuable than Spiritual Medicine? If you are willing to help us this once, we will always remember it and will do our utmost to assist you with any needs you may have.”

Logan remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. Seeing this, Grace Mitchell and the others couldn’t help but kindle a glimmer of hope, all of them looking expectantly at Logan. However, Logan ultimately shook his head, standing firm as he said, “A Favor? Hmph, how much is a Favor worth? I still trust in tangible things more. I am determined to obtain this Spiritual Medicine.”

“It’s not that, I’m not looking to fight with you over the Spiritual Medicine, but rather to propose a collaboration with the Young Master,” seeing this, Richard Mitchell hurriedly interjected, trying to salvage the situation. “You might not be aware, Young Master, but that Spiritual Medicine is guarded by a Companion Beast with a Poison Thorn. A single misstep could lead to the same plight as us. This Poison Thorn isn’t a trifling matter; if poisoned, the consequences are unimaginable.”

Hearing this, Logan’s step paused slightly, but then he continued towards the Spiritual Medicine, seemingly unimpressed by Richard Mitchell’s words.

“How about we collaborate,”