Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"The inheritor of the ancient will?" Sharl murmured the words spoken by the tree spirit.

He felt that the other party might be looking for him, after all, the obelisk in his mind looked quite ancient, and he also had a fragment of the Tower of Babel key.

"Tree people are generally very kind," Sansio whispered in Sharl's ear. "I've heard the elders of the tribe talk about them. They are creatures that live in the Nightmare Forest. They usually live in groups and like to sleep standing on the ground. They rarely come out on their own. The elders often describe them as quiet elders, but they can be quite terrifying when they get angry."

Ciel glanced at the little fairy beside his face and sighed softly. The chuunibyou boy had many ideas, and once he set his mind on something, he would do everything in his power to achieve it.

"Are you looking for me?" He stepped out from behind the tree, stood in front of the tree-man, and looked up at him.

Looking at it this way, it really is very tall. Xia Er thought to himself that he was just a little bean in front of the tree man. One kick from the tree man would turn him into a pancake.

The tree-man bent slightly, making a "clattering" sound. He stared at Sharl with his big eyes and said, "The Mother Tree says you are the person she is looking for. Could you please come back with me?"

Xia Er curiously studied the tree-man's face. The face was very large, and if it didn't speak or move, it looked no different from ordinary tree bark.

"What an interesting race," he muttered, then asked loudly, "Who is the Mother Tree?"

"The mother tree is the mother of us tree people. She is sick and needs someone to treat her. The mother tree told me that if I keep going east, I will find someone who can cure her."

"But I'm not a gardener either," Charles said, spreading his hands in embarrassment.

"The mother tree says only you can heal it; the gardener cannot," the tree man repeated.

"You're so stubborn." Charles stroked his chin, somewhat at a loss. It seemed that if he didn't go with her, she would keep pestering him until she agreed. "But I really don't know how to heal trees."

"Go and take a look," Shansio urged as he flew to Xiaer's side. "The elders say that tree people generally don't ask other races for help, but if they do, they'll definitely be rewarded."

"What kind of reward?" Charles asked curiously.

"The friendship of the tree people," Sansio smiled brightly, "is something to be proud of."

"Anything else?"

"Uh, the treant's favor..."

"Anything more practical?"

Sansio glanced at Charles with some disdain: "You must have never experienced the feeling of being revered by all things."

However, he felt a little embarrassed by Charles's gaze, so he had to change his eyes: "Tree people can also flower and bear fruit. I've heard the old people say that they've collected the flowers of tree people."

"What does the fruit look like?" Charles immediately grasped what he wanted to know.

"I don't know, the old man didn't say that."

Ciel frowned as he looked at the unreliable little goblin in front of him, wishing he could tie him up and hang him from the tree-man's branch as a "terrible doll".

"Alright," Charles thought for a moment and said to the treant, "we'll go with you."

Anyway, the other party doesn't seem to have any ill intentions, so I'll go over and see. If I can't cure it, I can just apologize. If I can cure it, I can gain the "friendship of the Tree Man," which might bring some benefits in the future.

"Please follow me." The tree man spoke with utmost respect, taking heavy steps forward.

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After a while, Xia Er finally saw the treant stop in front of him.

"Are we there yet?" He walked over and looked up at the other person.

"We've arrived, but the mother tree is weak again."

"Where is the mother tree?" Charles looked around and found that there were big trees all around.

"Heir, come closer." A female voice sounded in his mind, startling Charles.

He cautiously surveyed his surroundings and found that nothing had changed.

"Closer," the voice said again.

Charles hesitated for a moment, then took two steps forward.

Then the leaves on the ground were swept up by a whirlwind and flew everywhere, forming a wall.

Charles shielded his eyes with his hands to prevent the leaves from brushing against his face, but when he lowered his hands, he was surprised to find that in front of him, apart from a large tree, there was only grass covering the ground.

"Where is this place?" He turned his head and looked around, somewhat surprised.

"Don't be afraid, come closer." The voice rang out again, and Charles realized it seemed to be the big tree speaking.

He slowly approached and carefully examined the big tree. Its trunk was very thick, so thick that several people could not encircle it. Leaves were constantly falling from the crown, and those leaves were yellowing, some even turning black.

With a "crash," the trunk of the tree split open on both sides, and a long-haired woman emerged from the tree hole.

Her face didn't reveal her age, but she looked somewhat haggard. Her long green hair hung down, draping over her body and transforming into a long dress. This dress had turned black from the hem all the way down to her thighs, and there was juice dripping from it.

"You have finally arrived, inheritor of the ancient will." The woman gently touched her chest and bowed in greeting.

"No need, no need, please get up quickly," Charles said, waving his hand hastily.

"I am the Mother Tree, the mother of these tree people," the woman said gracefully, raising her head.

"Uh, hello," Charles bowed politely, then asked, "I heard from the Tree People that they need my treatment."

"Uh, hello," Charles bowed politely, then asked, "I heard from the Tree People that they need my treatment."

"Yes, please heal my ailments and remove the crisis." The mother tree nodded.

"But I don't know any way to heal trees, I'm just a goblin," Sharl said, shrugging his shoulders with a troubled expression.

"Please listen to my story." The mother tree raised her hand and slowly bowed.

"Okay." Charles looked up at the mother tree, indicating that she could speak now.

"I have lived in the forest for a long time, nurturing my own kind, but one day I felt a pain and found myself connected by some white threads. From then on, my power gradually disappeared, and the entire tree-man race gradually weakened."

"I tried to use my consciousness to find the source of the threads and found that they came from a big tree. This big tree was different from other trees. Its trunk was white and its canopy was very large. There was no other forest life around this tree."

"This great tree is draining my power. If this continues, I will soon die from exhaustion, and the tree-people race will perish as a result."

"Therefore I beg you, great successor, please help me and save my people."

After speaking, the mother tree clasped her hands together over her chest and bowed again.

"Is it that tree that looks like a big mushroom?" Charles asked.

"Yes," the mother tree said.

Charles thought for a moment, then changed his question: "How did you know you were looking for me?"

"It was the forest's whisper that told me I could turn to you for help," the mother tree said calmly.

"Whispers of the forest?" Charles was puzzled; he had never heard of such a thing before.

"Yes, He told me that only you can solve this problem."

"Him?" Charles caught the crucial information in the other's words. "Could it be one of the gods?"

"He is more powerful and holy than the gods."

Charles lowered his head and thought for a moment. If what the other party said was true, then he had been noticed by an existence even more powerful than the Four Gods, and the other party even said that only he could solve this problem.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"All you need to do is burn that white tree." The mother tree nodded gracefully.

"Is that all? If it has already turned into a mushroom, then there must be a huge network of mycelium underground."

"It's alright. You just need to deal with the tree and the bad guys hiding behind it. I can interfere with the mycelium on my own."

"Alright." After thinking for a few seconds, Charles finally nodded in agreement.

Anyway, since a powerful god has taken notice of me, this matter shouldn't be too difficult to resolve.

"I will prepare my own leaves for you. Please put them on your and your companions' feet so that you will not be affected by the white tree mycelium."

Charles nodded to indicate that he understood.

Another flurry of leaves danced on the ground. When Charles came to his senses, he found himself still standing next to the tree-man, with a stack of leaves, each over 20 centimeters long, in front of him.

"Where did you go? You just disappeared." Sansio flew over and asked.

"Oh, I just went to see the tree-man's parents," Ciel said casually.

"Parent?" Sansio exclaimed in surprise. "You saw the mother tree? Which one is it? Can you point it out to me?"

Charles surveyed the woods before him, and after a long pause, he finally said, "She's very shy and doesn't like meeting outsiders."

Sansio, with an expression that said "I misjudged you," flew away dejectedly.

"I have promised the Mother Tree that I would help you." Charles looked up at the tree-man.

The treant bowed slightly, staring at the goblin in front of it with its two large eyes. "Thank you."

Charles waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing. Then he bent down and picked up a long, thin leaf from the ground. The leaf was thick and seemed to have some resilience.

"Leaves from the mother tree." He tried to measure them against his foot and found that they were a good size.

"Nine Fingers." Charles called over his men and asked them to see if they could make a shoe to put on his feet.

"Hollow, hollow, hollow," a series of footsteps caught Charles's attention. He turned his head to look ahead and saw several monsters, each 3 meters tall and looking like withered, twisted trees, moving towards him.

"What is that?" Ciel turned to ask the tree spirit.

"The withered monsters are my brothers, but they are no longer members of the race. They have been influenced and gone mad." A trace of sorrow was revealed in the treant's aged voice.

"Crazy? You mean it will attack other tree people?" Sharl asked.

"Yes, after the mother tree was affected, some of the tree-people mutated." The tree-person looked down at the goblin, tears welling in its eyes, and pleaded, "Please kill them."

Charles silently looked at the tree-man, sensing the helplessness in its words. They were originally supposed to be children of the mother tree, but now they had to ask an outsider to kill their brother.

"Alright," Charles nodded solemnly in agreement.

"Roar—" The withered monster noticed the commotion and charged over with a howl.