Bab 279: Hunches Proven Correct

With a snap of his fingers, Rizz let his other hand hover over that desk corner. A lumbering thud rang through the room and into the floorboards, leaving the desk to creak and groan for a couple of seconds. 

Both the elf and the goose eyed that squarish block of matte-black ore. With entirely different glints in their eyes. 

"Plague ore?!!" 

Rohgalia's gaze had performed a full one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. From enlightened beyond belief to downtrodden far past plain depression. 

HONK!! F-Flap!

In juxtaposition, the goose earnestly flew to the matte black ore. Phil landed atop the unrefined metal with oozing envy cascading out of his tiny, black globes.

"I fucking knew it!"

Cackling, Rizz's smirk stretched into an ear-to-ear grin. "This goose knows some shit! He ain't plain at all!"