92 Bluff, Bluff, Bluff!

Klein continued grilling.

He sprinkled all sorts of seasonings on it, and the smell wafted towards the Bear Goblins.

They couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and the roasted rat in their hands immediately lost its fragrance.

"Do you want it?" Klein said with a smile.

The Bear Goblins nodded repeatedly, then quickly shook its head.

"I want to hire you. Is it enough to use this roasted meat?" Klein said with a smile.

The Bear Goblins nodded repeatedly before quickly shaking his head.

"Hire us?"

The Bear Goblin scratched his head as though he was in a difficult position.

"Why? Is there a problem?"

Klein raised his eyebrows.

"We still have something to do today, so we can't accept the hire."

The two Bear Goblins were very distressed.

They also had a keen eye and knew that Klein wasn't someone to be trifled with.

His side was the base of the Snowdrift Ox, so they were planning to take a detour.