Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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"Yes, those goblins will throw out exploding fruits." Ricardo took a few quick breaths.

"Finally found you, goblin." Alma's lips curled into a smile, her tone sounding very happy. Then, with a smile, she urged the goblin, "And then, what did the goblin do?"

Ricardo continued recounting his subsequent experiences. Compared to Philip's previous interrogation, he found himself able to speak of that memory without sadness today.

"Wait, you mean a blue astral hound attacked your mage?" Alma interrupted again, this time her expression turning serious. "Was there also a hag?"

"Yes, how did you know?" Ricardo was puzzled. The person hidden in the long cloak in front of him could guess the situation at that time.

"Sister, you actually hid here," Alma covered her face and chuckled, sounding even happier than before. "So these goblins are yours to raise. You've got some ideas, actually targeting my Devilclaw Bear from the very beginning."

"Sister? Deinonychus?" Ricardo heard Alma's mutterings and his expression became somewhat flustered. He felt as if he had been drawn into a conspiracy.

"Draw the address down," Alma commanded, tossing a piece of parchment at her.

Under the watchful eye of the giant python, Ricardo quickly drew out the route map. "It's all here. I've told you everything I know."

"You did a good job." Alma looked at the parchment in her hand, and just as she was about to wave it away to catch Ricardo, footsteps came from the alleyway, and someone shouted, "Did that damn squirrel get here?"

"I am the escaped prisoner you are looking for!" Ricardo shouted. He had finally caught up with the security team. When he was captured by Alma earlier, he knew that he was probably in grave danger, so he immediately sent his red squirrels to attack the patrolling security team members in the street.

"Sister, I've finally found you." Alma ignored her surroundings and just chuckled.

"Who goes there?" Three security guards approached warily, drawing their weapons from their waists.

"Magic Explosion." Alma was still staring at the parchment, seemingly completely immersed in the joy of meeting her sister in the fortress.

At the same time, a series of explosions rang out around the security team members, with green flashes constantly exploding and knocking them directly to the ground.

Alma, who was continuously unleashing magical bursts, didn't even glance at the security team members. She just laughed intermittently, her laughter growing louder and more manic.

On the other side, Ricardo had only run a few steps when he was once again entangled by the giant python. Amid Alma's maniacal laughter, his shouts gradually weakened, until finally they seemed to be pressed into his throat, and he could only make "hoarse" gasps. His arms were bent irregularly, and he was too weak to struggle anymore.

A few minutes later, Alma gradually stopped laughing. She took off her hood, revealing a fair face with black hair and purple eyes. "Today is truly the luckiest day of all time."

On either side of her were the dead Black Lion City security guards, and Ricardo, whose bones were twisted and who looked like a rag doll.

"However, we can't let our guard down." Her smile faded, and her expression gradually turned sinister. "These goblins look quite good; they must have been trained very well by my sister. We can rely on them to find that eye."

The thought of being deceived and used by Scarface filled her with rage. How dare a mere goblin harbor thoughts of killing her? It was utterly absurd.

"We need to find a way to control these goblins. Once we kill the leader, the others will be easy to handle." Alma reached out and stroked the Astral Serpent's head, saying in a relaxed tone, "Agatha Sebastian, I never thought I'd receive your help in the end. It's so kind of you, my dear sister."

"Who took care of you this time, Alma?" A voice suddenly rang out. Alma frowned slightly, then looked down and saw that it was her reflection in a small puddle beside her speaking.

"Is there still no clue what I need?" the reflection said slowly, its tone tinged with resentment.

"Master, it's almost done. I've already come up with a plan," Alma said earnestly.

"That's wonderful. You're such a smart child, you're just as good as your sister." The reflection chuckled, completely oblivious to Alma's slightly trembling lips and eyebrows.

"I will find that eye for you as soon as possible," Alma said with certainty after a few seconds of silence, staring at the reflection.

"Alright, don't forget the contract you signed." The reflection chuckled a few times, causing ripples to spread across the small puddle before returning to calm.

Alma put her hood back on, turned and walked out of the alley. The noise she had just made had already attracted people's attention, and many voices were asking questions.

Shortly after she left, a red squirrel jumped down from the wall and quickly came to Ricardo's side. It expertly took a few nuts from its owner's pocket and started eating them, even nudging its owner with its paw. But Ricardo, who had been dead for a long time, did not respond at all. Only the squirrel's "crunch crunch" sound of eating nuts could be heard in the alley.

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"Is this all you're going to eat?" Evita looked at the buck-toothed goblin casting a spell on the treant, her gaze gradually moving upwards. In the canopy above the treant's head, two goblins were quickly picking fruit.

They gently grasped the fruit, then slowly rotated it twice to separate it from the branch. The surrounding bark then quickly closed up, completely covering the cut surface.

"Yeah, didn't you already eat that?" After casting his spell, Bucktooth turned to look at the centaur, wondering why the centaur would ask that.

"I thought you would eat something else, those..." Evita stopped after saying a few words, feeling it was a bit impolite to mention those ingredients in front of the other person.

"Those rats, bugs, or frogs, right?" Bucktooth reached out and plucked a vine from the tree-man. "We used to eat those things."

"I used to fight with a lot of goblins for food in the pot, and that's what was being cooked in the pot back then." After the two goblins on the treetop jumped down, Bucktooth cast Natural Wind on the treeman again. The treeman's branches trembled with comfort, as if it had inhaled something extraordinary.

"And I never managed to steal much," Bucktooth said, patting the treant's rough skin. "Later, after we followed the leader, our food got better and better, until the leader led us to sign a pact with the treant race."

"The fruit does taste quite good." Evita looked up at the tree's canopy, where the goblins had already picked all the fruit.

"Hmm, I think it's delicious too. You need to be very careful when picking these fruits. Try not to pull them too hard, as that will hurt the tree people. Just rotate them gently a few times." The buck-toothed man smiled and made a few gestures as he explained. He even got interested in writing a poem. "Rose, I suddenly have an inspiration."

The tree-like creature with the "301 Rose" sign was comfortably stretching its branches when it heard the buck-toothed man's words. It immediately opened its eyes, stood up, moved a few steps away, and then sat down again.

"What do you centaurs eat?" Bucktooth watched "Rose" leave with a look of disdain, and shrugged helplessly. These tree-people simply couldn't understand his art.

"We raise giant deer in the forest, and we also grow some tubers." Evita watched as the goblins carried the fruits they had collected on their backs to the backs of the ants next to them. "These giant ants are really useful."

"That's also the leader's idea," the buck-toothed man said with a smile.

Evita looked at the cargo box on the ant's back, which was already full of fruit. She had heard from Bucktooth before that winter had arrived and many of the tree people's fruits had fallen to the ground, so there were only so many that could be picked now. If they could pick them in the fall, they could harvest even more fruit.

She couldn't help but recall the centaur village where everyone carried their goods on their horse-like lower bodies. She had never seen this way of transporting goods before; it looked both effortless and novel.

Moreover, the centaurs in the village usually eat very carefully. Although the tribe raises a lot of deer, they are all valuable assets and cannot kill deer for meat indiscriminately. At the same time, growing tubers in the forest is also a difficult task. Centaurs are not a race that is good at planting, but tubers are very important to them.

"What if the tribe migrates to this area?" Evita said softly. "It seems we don't have any resources to trade with the goblins."

She thought about it carefully and realized that this seemed to be the case. The tribe was temporarily unable to offer any extra items to trade with the Shire, so it seemed that the other party might not be able to accept the centaur's request to migrate.

However, she decided to find an opportunity to talk to Sharl and hope to persuade him. After all, the tribe was being exploited by those ogres and goblins. Although they couldn't trade resources right now, it was still better than being enslaved by those evil guys.

"If that doesn't work, we can hand over some venison and deer hides," Evita muttered to herself, feeling that this was the only thing the tribe could offer at the moment.

"What venison?" Bucktooth asked, turning around as he directed the goblin "ant-man" to transport the fruit back.

"I mean I want to trade with you, using venison and deer hides," Evita explained.

"Those things," Bucktooth thought for a moment, having previously helped the leader with the inventory, "we don't seem to lack them. The leader said our current reserves are sufficient."

"Is that so?" Evita gave a somewhat embarrassed wry smile, as if her bargaining chips had dwindled again.

"Go back first. The leader is very good. If you want to make a deal, you can talk to him, and he will give you a good contract." Bucktooth and the other goblins climbed onto the back of a worker ant, where two rows of long seats were tied, which were "shuttle buses" used by these goblin workers for transportation.

"Okay." Evita followed beside the worker ant, her brows furrowed slightly.

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