Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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"That's how it is. My older brother and his goblins have come this far." Sansio held his head high, hovering in front of Evita with an expression that said, "My older brother is awesome, so I'm awesome too."

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Evita looked at the little fairy in front of her suspiciously. She couldn't believe what the fairy was saying. Evil druids, ferocious giant spiders and bees, foolish human nobles, the mother tree in the illusion, and the huge queen ant in the underground cave.

"Why would I lie to you?" Sansio turned his head impatiently. "Come with me to the Treant tribe. There are quite a few goblins taking care of them right now."

"You can't go to the ant colony yet. My older brother has to take you there, otherwise those soldier ants will attack you. But I can take you to see the huge crater left after the human army fought those two giants." He flapped his wings and flew ahead, looking like he was showing you the world.

Evita thought for a moment and decided to go and see for herself. She wanted to spend a few more days getting to know these goblins. If what Sansio said was true, then it wouldn't be a bad idea to move her people here, since unicorns also settled here.

The two quickly entered the portal room, and at the spot they had just been discussing, Charles emerged from behind the wall.

"I didn't expect Sansio to actually provide such a successful assist." He watched the two figures disappear, a smile in his eyes. "I reckon the centaur girl will come looking for me in a few days."

Based on the information revealed in the other party's previous words, Shire has roughly outlined the situation. The unicorn actively left its original area and migrated south. Whether it was guided by something or to escape enemies, it was far away from the centaur forest village. Now, it seems that a group of ogres have their eyes on these centaurs, which is why Evita came out to find the unicorn.

"Trash beast," Charles muttered to the unicorn, "You didn't even warn it before migrating."

However, once the other party comes to him, he can learn more about the situation in the north, which will be beneficial for his subsequent exploration of the runeword material library.

"I still need to take inventory of the medicine bottles later. I have some very important things to do tonight." He glanced at the notes in his notebook. There were still a few things to take care of in the afternoon.

"Why are you hiding here?" Agatha's voice rang out from the side. Ciel looked over and saw that she was looking at him with a frown.

"Nothing much, just studying the fortress's wall structure," Charles casually offered an excuse. "What do you want?"

"The previous potion experiment is over, would you like to take a look?"

"Is it the recipe written in that druid's alchemy journal?" Sharl immediately became interested. "You've experimented with it?"

"Um."

"Let's go take a look." Xia Er excitedly followed Agatha to her laboratory.

Inside the stone chamber was a small alchemy crucible, various glasswares on the table, and three iron cages containing monkeys in the corner.

"I fed those monkeys that potion and observed that it worked quite well, and there were no side effects." Agatha picked up a green vial from the table and handed it to Charles.

"Did they change after drinking the potion?" Charles took the potion and examined it closely.

"They've gotten a little stronger and can shake this iron cage now. They also seem to be more agile. I tried poking them with a wooden stick, and they dodged more nimbly," Agatha said, picking up the notebook on the table and flipping through it. "And after drinking the potion, their size increases slightly, like they've been given a very minor enlargement spell. This effect lasts for about 10 minutes."

"Has their size changed drastically?" Charles walked to the cage and looked at the three monkeys.

"It's not very big, it's only about one-tenth bigger by visual inspection, very limited."

"One-tenth is already pretty good," Charles laughed. He was happy as long as it worked. "That way, those goblins won't be much shorter than humans."

"The materials are relatively easy to obtain; they can be found in the forest. Your men have already collected quite a bit." Agatha placed the experimental records on the table. "Give it a name; consider this a new formula."

Charles stared at the list of materials in the record and pondered for a moment. "This contains a small amount of spirits, and it was developed in winter. Let's call it Winter Spring Fire Wine."

"Winter Spring Firewater?" Agatha looked at the potion in Charles's hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, that's a good name, much better than any enlargement potion."

"Then I'll go and tell Little Claw and the others to prepare to start making this potion." Charles said with a smile. After the experiment was successful, this potion would indeed help him a lot. In the future, he would only need to drink a bottle of Winterspring Firewine before a battle to increase his strength, agility, stamina and other effects. This was much more convenient than drinking several bottles at once. In the wild, sometimes it's just a matter of a second or two. Reducing the time consumed would be more beneficial for goblins in encounters.

"By the way, what are you going to do with that centaur?" Agatha called out to the excited Charles. "She seems a bit difficult to deal with."

"It's alright, someone's helping me," Charles said with a smile. He guessed that Evita was probably being dragged along by Bucktooth to listen to him compose poetry.

"I'm going to find Little Claw now. Contact me if you need anything." He said goodbye and turned to leave.

After watching him leave, Agatha picked up the book "The Plantagenets Behind the Bed Curtains" from the table. "Why would Baron Rochar claim to only like men?"

She held the book, leaned back in her chair, and began to read with great interest.

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As night fell, in the reception room behind the "Undying Alchemy Workshop," Ciel sat on the sofa, waiting for his guests to arrive.

"Mr. Herbert, this way please." Mary's voice came, and soon a tall, middle-aged man was led into the reception room.

"This is my boss, Mr. Charles," Mary introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Herbert, please forgive my attire," Charles greeted with a smile. He was completely covered by a long cloak, with only his eyes showing. "I contracted a terrible plague in the archipelago, which left my face covered in scars. I had to dress like this so as not to frighten you."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Charles." Herbert nodded, expressing his apology, then quickly sniffed and gave a mysterious smile. "So, can we talk business now?"

"Yes, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long because of me," Charles gestured for the other person to sit down, then asked, "Tea or coffee?"

"That's nothing. I happen to have other business in Giesecke & Sulphur," Herbert said with a smile. "I prefer red wine to tea and coffee, Miss Mary. Plain water will do."

"This is a procurement contract drafted by our alchemy workshop. You can take a look at it." Charles carefully handed over a piece of paper, afraid that his green skin would be exposed through the gaps in his clothes and gloves.

Herbert picked up the purchase order and carefully looked at the price quote.

"A large quantity, fifty thousand medicine bottles?" He was slightly taken aback. "I need to make some arrangements for this amount; I estimate it can't be delivered all at once."

"You can deliver in several installments. I'm just giving you a total amount. It also takes time for us to raise the funds," Charles explained immediately.

"Mr. Herbert, here's your water." Mary came over and placed a glass of water on the table.

Herbert glanced at the glass in front of him, then asked casually, "Mr. Charles, wouldn't you like something to drink?"

"I don't need it. I don't like drinking those things at night."

"Alright then," Herbert said, taking a sip of water and placing the purchase order on the coffee table in front of him. "I can accept this price and quantity. If there are no problems, I can send a message to the glass workshop now to prepare to ship the first batch of bottles over."

"That's great." Charles nodded. He had just checked the stock of medicine bottles that afternoon, and they were indeed running low. He estimated that they would run out of bottles in about ten days.

"Then, according to the amount on the order, I'll have Mary go to the Chamber of Commerce Bank tomorrow to process the transfer." He picked up the purchase order and handed it to Mary, who was standing next to him. It was nighttime, so the bank was definitely closed.

"Sure," Herbert put down his water glass, stared at Charles for a few seconds, and then smiled, "It's a pleasure doing business with you."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

The two smiled at each other in a somewhat strange way, neither of them intending to shake hands.

After some time, Mary saw Herbert off and returned to the reception room. "Boss, Herbert seems a bit strange lately."

"What's wrong?" Charles took off his gloves and removed the covering from his face.

"At first I thought he was being cautious, but seeing how quickly he made the decision on the order this time, I felt something was off." Mary tilted her head, thinking about what had happened.

"Maybe he just wanted to confirm if we really wanted to buy that much stuff from him," Charles said with a smile. To be honest, he also thought the other party was a bit strange, making such a big decision so quickly. However, Charles had just carefully checked himself and made sure he hadn't given anything away. "Don't overthink it. I have to go back now. Contact me if you need anything."

Meanwhile, at the Moonlit Hotel in Hexi, a waiter opened the door to VIP Room 8 for Herbert.

"Interesting, the owner of the alchemy workshop is actually a goblin," Herbert said softly with a smile.

He slowly removed his silk gloves and then his coat, but then Herbert sniffed and frowned, saying, "Come out. I know you're here."

With a creak, the swivel chair in front of the desk turned around, and a middle-aged man with a well-tailored coat and a full beard smiled at Herbert.

"I knew you'd notice me, you dead bat."