What era is it, still traditional card making

Custer hoped that the dimensional merchant could preserve the portal so that she and her people could communicate with the outside world.

She longed to see the outside world and meet other lives.

But now, how can I still say such words?

The attack of the fairies has already offended this natural disaster. If she speaks at this time, she will definitely be ruthlessly rejected by the dimensional merchant.

During the escape, Adams kept seeing small houses appearing in various places in the forest. Basically, there would be a small house every 200 meters or so.

Originally, he thought these houses were the residences of goblins, and was very wary of them at first. But gradually, he discovered that when they passed by, no goblins came out of the houses to join the pursuit, and no goblins leaned on the windows to watch the fun.

The huts looked as if they had no owners.

Adams glanced at Custer beside him and expressed his doubts.

In response, Custer casually replied:

"Those huts you mentioned were built by the fairies out of boredom. After all, there is no other life in such a big forest except us."

"So these huts are just to make the forest look more lively? Then why don't the fairies just imagine other lives?"

"These huts are not just for decoration. As you know, goblins are a bit obsessed with mischief."

As she spoke, she tilted her head, as if she felt that it was difficult to express the function of these huts with words alone, so she simply suggested to Adams:

"Or I can take you over there to have a look. From what I know about our compatriots, they won't be too persistent about one thing. It's been almost half an hour since any pursuers came. They have probably lost interest in us."

"Okay, you lead the way."

Custer brought Adams to a small red house, but she did not push the door open immediately. Instead, she asked Adams:

"Based on your knowledge of goblins, what do you think is in this room?"

Adams looked around the small house and finally fixed his eyes on the wooden door in front of him:

“The goblins’ favorite thing to do is to play pranks. Although these huts were built by the goblins when they were bored, given their nature, they would definitely leave some pranks in the huts. Even though they know that no outside life will come to this forest and find these huts, they will still do so because this is their nature.

I guess after we push open the door, there will suddenly be a big pendulum coming towards us, and the floor will not be so simple, it must be full of nails. "

Although I don't want to admit it, given the nature of fairies, they would indeed do such a thing.

Custer sighed deeply, then answered:

"That's true, but Mr. Adams's statement is still too euphemistic."

As she spoke, she asked Adams to come to the left side of the wooden door, and then she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.

After the wooden door was opened, countless flying knives covered with poison came at her. Custer had already prepared for this. Her body turned into mist and floated up from the ground.

The venom-covered flying knives pierced through her body.

Adams saw clearly that the trees hit by the flying knives were corroded instantly and then fell down.

It seems that the goblins' pranks are much worse than he imagined. No wonder Custer said that his words were more euphemistic.

These goblins set up these traps with the intention of killing people.

Out of caution, even though no more knives were thrown from the house, Adams did not approach the wooden door. He asked Custer beside him:

"Are there any more murder traps in there?"

"Murder trap? Sir Adams's choice of words this time is quite accurate. I have always felt that the pranks of my fellow tribesmen are a bit too much. They cannot be called pranks at all. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are murder traps."

After saying this, she summoned a gust of wind blades to cut off the steel spikes that kept appearing on the floor, and then said to Adams:

"Sir Adams, please wait here for a while. I will go and clean up the murder trap inside."

After Custer walked into the hut, Adams could constantly hear explosions, pillars of fire coming out of the roof, and occasionally some poisonous creatures jumping out of the window. The most outrageous thing was that there was actually a chimera hidden inside. No one knew how the goblins managed to stuff this thing into such a small house.

After Custer cleared the traps inside, the whole cabin was basically in a mess, almost like a ruin.

It's impossible for people to live in this kind of hellish place.

Custer came out and after seeing Adams' regretful expression, he instantly understood what he was thinking.

"Mr. Adams wishes to rest here for a while?"

"Yes, I'm going to contact the others."

"The others, are they the companions who entered the portal with you?"

Hearing this, the corner of Adams' mouth twitched. He never dreamed that one day he would become "partners" with Nick Hoss and Sabrina.

Although they are both natural disasters, their relationship cannot even be called friends.

Seeing that Adams did not answer, Custer realized that she might have asked a stupid question, so she decisively changed the subject:

"Don't worry, Mr. Adams. Even though this wooden house looks shabby, it is actually very easy to repair it."

Custer waved his hand gently, and soon a gray mist enveloped the entire cottage.

When the fog dissipated, the cottage returned to its original appearance.

“Is this the power of imagination?”

"Yes, only with the help of the power of imagination can we repair the hut in such a short time."

Custer noticed that Adams still had doubts on his face, so he continued decisively:

"Sir Adams, I really don't like the power of fantasy, but I will still use this ability when necessary. After all, sometimes even fairies have to bow to reality. There is no food in this damn place. If I lose the power of fantasy, I will never be able to survive here."

As he spoke, a look of helplessness appeared on Custer's face.

She had thought about growing crops to support herself, but unfortunately, the soil here had long been polluted, and it was impossible for plants to survive here.

As for the plants and trees that now appear in the Silver Moon Forest, they are nothing more than creations imagined by the fairies.

If you lose the power of imagination, then this place is no different from any other place.

After repairing the hut, Custer walked into the hut first, and then said to Adams: "Sir Adams, there are no traps inside. If you want to contact other people, I can set up a barrier around it."

Custer's personality is completely different from that of the fairy. She is very good at observing people's expressions. Basically, just by looking at the expressions on other people's faces, she can know what they are thinking.

This kind of personality is undoubtedly an outlier among the goblins.

She feels more like a human than a fairy.

Adams could see that Custer was deliberately trying to please him, and he also understood why this little goblin was trying to please him so much.

Custer hoped that He could take him out and away from this hometown that he hated so much.

Custer is an outlier here. Only by going out into the outside world can she meet friends who share the same values ​​as her.

Adams could understand this, but he would not really take Custer out.

Not only because it might go against the will of the world, but more because He did not trust the goblin race.

He always felt that if the goblins were really released, they might do some terrible things. If they created destructive elements, wouldn't they have to deal with this natural disaster then?

What businessmen know best is to weigh the pros and cons.

He would not do anything that would require taking risks just to please Custer.

Adams walked into the cabin, looked around, and after confirming that there were no traps, he sat on a chair.

Soon, He found Nickhos and established a spiritual connection.

"Hello, hello, is this Nick Hoss?"

After hearing Adams's message, Nick Hoss simply replied with one word:

"roll."

After hearing Nick Hoss's reply, Adams was confused. How did he offend the other party? Why did he ask him to get out?

"Nikhos, it's me, Adams. I was just being chased by a group of goblins, so I didn't contact you right away."

"Do you think the same trick will work on me?"

Hearing this, Adams immediately realized that someone was pretending to be him to contact Nick Hoss, so Nick Hoss thought he was a fake.

"Nikhos, is there a goblin pretending to be me? Don't believe them. I was just being chased by a goblin. I don't have the time to contact you."

"Oh, yes, yes, there was indeed a goblin pretending to be you. Now another goblin has appeared to pretend to be you. These goblins are really stupid. They actually want to deceive us with such a poor imitation."

"You still owe me two rock crystal veins and three bottles of Fountain of Life."

"Oh, you actually know how to combine intelligence to deceive us. But unfortunately, the intelligence you worked so hard to find out is wrong."

Adams took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and replied:

"I owe you two rock crystal veins."

"Are you really Adams?"

A surprised voice came from the other end, as if the guy just realized that the guy he was talking to was actually the real thing.

"Nick Hoss, I knew it. You already knew I was real and you were waiting for me here on purpose, right?"

"How is that possible? Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Is not it?"

Adams had not expected that at this point, Nickhos was still thinking of making a fortune from him. He suppressed his displeasure and asked Nickhos:

"How's the situation over there? Have any goblins come over to attack you?"

"No, let alone goblins, we didn't even see a bug along the way."

"How far are you from the Silver Moon Forest now?"

"It will probably take another hour to sail. If you can't hold on, we can speed up and shorten the time to half an hour."

"Then speed up."

Nickhos had not expected that Adams, as a natural disaster, would directly say that he could not deal with those goblins and asked them to hurry over? He had just said it casually.

"Hey, Adams, have your abilities declined so much? Have you been focusing on being a businessman these years? After losing your spatial ability, you can't even deal with a group of goblins?"

"Yes."

Adams admitted it very confidently:

"I had no intention of coming here this time. If you hadn't forced me to come, I wouldn't have bothered to wade into this muddy water. Besides, Nickhos, you seem to underestimate the goblin race. They have the power of imagination, and theoretically, their power is infinite."

"That's just a theory."

"What if there really is a fairy who has mastered the complete power of imagination?"

"Then he shouldn't be called a goblin."

Hearing this, Adams glanced sideways at Caster who was guarding the door. After noticing the gaze, the blond fairy subconsciously looked back at Adams. After realizing that the other party did not call him, he turned around again and continued to be the doorman.

Custer's condition was very strange. He did not give people the feeling of being a goblin.

Adams once suspected that Custer might become the second fantasy dragon, but after getting to know him for a while, he found that Custer might just have a higher moral standard than other fairies, and he had not completely left the fairy group.

After discovering that Custer did not have the potential to master the complete power of fantasy, Adams gradually began to treat Custer as an ordinary client.

He originally thought that it was impossible for the fairy tribe to give birth to a second king, but just now, he found that the fairy who was chasing him at that time was acting a little strange.

In theory, fairies will not obey anyone's orders. Even the Fairy Queen at that time could only command some fairies.

When the goblins chasing him found their targets, they immediately shouted to catch them. They looked well-trained and did not seem like goblins with lax natures at all. Instead, they looked like loyal guards who immediately set out to capture people after receiving orders from their superiors.

This behavior is normal in other races, but it is weird in the fairy race.

It was precisely because of this discovery that he had no intention of contacting these fairies.

Because He felt that the second king might be born in the fairy tribe. (End of this chapter)