Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Mr. Salmu, I'm sorry, Red Bull is just a small drink that our boss makes himself, and it's not for sale right now," Mary said with a smile, declining the man's request.

"No, Miss Mary, I think this drink is excellent. It's refreshing, effective in relieving fatigue, and boosting energy," Salmu continued, emphasizing his love for Red Bull. This time, he needed to bring back even more Red Bull powder.

Vivian met with him before the merchant ship set sail, specifically requesting that he purchase more Red Bull, saying that the drink could effectively improve lethargy and was beneficial for a magician's studies.

However, when Salmu expressed his desire to purchase more Red Bull, he was directly refused.

"I know, but we really don't sell this right now," Mary said, still shaking her head. Her boss, Charles, had asked her to give the other party a small bag of Red Bull powder to test the acceptance. If the other party came back and wanted to buy it, she would politely refuse first, and then carefully plan and set a reasonable price.

"That's a real shame. My family loves this drink too," Mr. Salmu said after a moment's thought, then asked again, "Could your boss please give me some more when I leave this time?"

After he finished speaking, fearing that the other party would refuse, he said directly, "I can make a small concession on the price of honey."

Mary looked at the middle-aged man's outstretched thumb and forefinger, which were clenched together, and said confidently, "I think the boss will agree, after all, this is your second time working with us."

"If your boss is worried about the price," Salmu withdrew his hand, his fingers brushing against the ruby ​​necklace he wore, recalling Vivian's earlier words, "I can buy a lot if the price is right, as long as it's not outrageous."

Hearing the other party's veiled hint that the price of Red Bull could be set higher, Mary's heart immediately leaped with joy. She had seen the Red Bull Mushrooms cultivated by the goblins in the fortress before. Unlike the bleak scene she had seen when she first arrived at the fortress, the 700-square-meter stone chamber now had dozens of cedar trees, at least half of which were covered with Red Bull Mushrooms. Moreover, Charles had told her that the growth was steadily improving and that the goblins were very diligent.

However, she didn't show any expression on her face, but simply smiled and said, "I will pass on your message, and I believe my boss will seriously consider your idea."

"Alright, if possible, I'd even like to take at least half a boatload of Red Bull back." Salmu nodded. He had achieved his goal, and now he could only hope that the "White Shell" Chamber of Commerce would add another item to the shipment—Red Bull.

When he came this time, Vivian gave him a deposit slip containing a large sum of gold coins. At that time, Salmu told Vivian, "Don't secretly spend her teacher's money anymore, it's not good." But this time, Vivian said that the deposit slip contained a large sum of gold coins that the high-ranking archmage had specially transferred out so that he could buy a lot of Red Bull.

Unfortunately, after arriving here, he asked many merchants and adventurers, but no one knew anything about Red Bull, so he had no choice but to ask Mary.

"I will pass on your message," Mary nodded, then continued, "I will arrange for the honey from your cargo ship to be transferred as soon as possible, and the healing potion we agreed on will be ready for you soon."

"No rush," Salmu slowly waved his hand, he had more important things to do. "I will stay in Gynthorn for a while, as long as you prepare the potion in good condition and in sufficient quantity."

"Furthermore, if you're planning to sell Red Bull, I can provide a large sum of money to acquire it." He looked at Mary across the counter and reiterated his idea.

"So you're planning to use your gold coins to buy extra Red Bull," Mary smiled. She had been worried that he wanted to replace the healing potions with Red Bull, but now that Salmu directly said he wanted to place a new order, she was even more excited. "I'll pass on your message. You can leave your contact address, and I'll notify you as soon as my boss replies."

"Okay, hopefully it will turn out as I wish." Salmu wrote down his current address in Gieshorn in the guestbook the other party handed him.

"By the way," Salmu said after writing for a moment, "I'd like to ask, are those adventurers still very active?"

“Yes,” Mary glanced quickly at the notebook, “but ever since Earl Valentine showed us the corpses of those giant spiders and bees, they have indeed become less active. I’ve heard that some of them have already left Giraffe Town.”

"I have indeed heard of that terrifying creature." Salmu gently patted the counter a few times. "Unfortunately, I was still in Torch City at the time and couldn't see it with my own eyes."

When he came out, Vivian mentioned that her brother was still in the Nightmare Forest, meaning he might still be an adventurer, but the forest was too dangerous.

Charles only received some basic swordsmanship training. If he and his teammates encountered those giant spiders or bees while doing missions in the forest, they would definitely be in grave danger. Salmu came to Goat Horn Town determined to find him.

Now that Miss Mary says there are fewer adventurers here, it will be easier to find him. I believe we will be able to bring Charles back to Torch City and hand him over to Vivian and her teacher soon.

"Then I'll await your reply." Salmu nodded, then glanced at the "Undying Alchemy Workshop" before turning and leaving.

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"A large-scale purchase of Red Bull?" Charles looked at the intelligence report in his hand. "That old man Salmu has indeed taken the bait."

"The amount of Red Bull available for sale right now is still small. Yunsia and her people are working diligently every day to cultivate Red Bull mushrooms. If it's just for sale as a beverage, how much should the price be?"

He stared at the blue mushrooms on the ceiling, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

After killing the two chimeras, he led his men to inspect the entire area. In the following days, he would wander around the collapsed area, but he never saw the mage. Xia Er felt that the mage would not leave his two "big cats" so casually, and that he would probably return to the forest after a while.

"Killing those two chimeras last time was out of necessity," Charles sighed softly. If it were according to his usual thinking, he would have carefully understood the situation before finding a more reasonable solution. However, he was directly attacked by chimeras. If Evita hadn't shot an arrow to stop their attack, he might have been seriously injured. "If we see that mage this time, we'll definitely have to fight."

"The teamwork last time was pretty good. Those skeleton warriors were all quite strong, and the goblins and centaurs coordinated well too." He tapped the table, recalling the previous battle with the chimeras. "Now we can fight with multiple unit types."

However, some problems still existed in the battle. For example, the enemy was not detected in time, allowing the chimeras to launch a surprise attack from the air; the formation's reaction time was still a bit long, and the goblins did not find their positions immediately; and the coordination between different unit types still needs to be improved.

"These can be made up for gradually through training." Charles smiled, then jumped off the chair. He grabbed the intelligence sheet, preparing to check on the centaurs' current situation before deciding how much Red Bull to sell and the subsequent planting arrangements.

After a while, Shire arrived at the entrance to the fortress. In the distance, some centaurs were diligently cultivating a field. They used the tools provided by Shire to clear away the grass and shrubs on the ground, and then turned over the soil. On the edge of this field, some tubers had already been planted.

"How's it going?" He walked over to Evita, who was making a fence, with his hands behind his back.

"Not bad." The centaur girl heard the voice, turned around, saw it was Ciel, and continued with her work.

These centaurs are now assigned a lot of tasks every day, from felling trees and leveling land to building houses and deer enclosures, and so on. They also have to find time for combat training, including shooting and combat charges. Every centaur is very busy and has endless things to do every day.

"I heard we're having smoked fish for lunch." Charles walked over and helped Evita get a few pieces of wood.

"They should be quite happy then," Evita said, tightening the rope in her hand before taking the piece of wood from Charles. "Thank you. My people must have consumed a lot of your food."

"To be honest, it is quite a lot, but," Charles paused, looking at the centaurs working hard in the distance, "I think it's worth it. You are a hardworking and self-reliant race, and I think helping you is helping myself."

These centaurs will be great "neighbors" in the future. They can not only protect the goblins from some attacks, but also provide their own tribe with other products. More importantly, they are a self-reliant race in the forest, which is completely different from the goblins' way of life, which relies on constant plunder and killing.

"I see those centaurs helping out, and I think you deserve a better life in the future." Charles smiled as he watched a few centaurs in the distance pulling weeds. He wondered if the centaurs could offer other goods for sale in the future.

After all, he still had the "White Shell" Chamber of Commerce as a channel to the outside world.

"Yes, everyone has high hopes for this area." Evita stopped what she was doing, straightened up, and looked around. This large clearing in the forest was still expanding outwards until it was enough for her tribe to survive. She would stop logging there, and by then everyone should have forgotten the "pain" of the past.

After all, he still had the "White Shell" Chamber of Commerce as a channel to the outside world.

"Yes, everyone has high hopes for this area." Evita stopped what she was doing, straightened up, and looked around. This large clearing in the forest was still expanding outwards until it was enough for her tribe to survive. She would stop logging there, and by then everyone should have forgotten the "pain" of the past.

At the same time, in the distant forest, there was a rustling sound from the bushes, and a green head with three long scars on its face and only one ear popped out.