Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

With a tap of the finger, one is instantly transported to the exciting world of Chapter 163, "The New Order."

"This is all the Red Bull we can offer for now," Mary said, placing a contract on the counter.

Musa picked up the order form, glanced at the quantity and price, and asked, "Hmm, could we have a larger quantity?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Salmu," Mary said with a smile and a shake of her head, "this is a plant that my boss cultivated himself. It's not widely grown on the continent, and my boss only discovered its effects by chance, so he can only offer these for sale."

She stared at the elderly trading partner opposite her, carefully observing his expression and every move. When Charles handed her this contract, he had clearly stated that Red Bull would be a flagship product of the "Undying Alchemy Workshop" in the future. Although it could not shake the status of coffee and island flower tea, it could still generate a lot of profits. Charles had even told Mary that one day the entire underground fortress would be filled with Red Bull mushrooms.

This time, the quantity offered for sale is only ten times that of the last time, and the price is not low. On the one hand, this is to shape the product image and prevent it from appearing too cheap. On the other hand, it is to observe market demand and gradually find a suitable customer group and a general pricing strategy.

"Alright," Musa nodded. "I'll take all of these Red Bulls. You can have your boss increase the planting. If his Red Bull production surges any day in the future, please let me know, and I'll take them all."

"I will pass on your message," Mary nodded. "At the same time, we would also like to order another shipment of honey and some salt from you."

The demand for honey among the goblin tribe is gradually increasing. Not only do the goblins need to eat it daily, but the ants also consume a lot of it. Moreover, centaurs and goblins now enjoy drinking a cup of sweet, hot honey water. The ship of honey that Uncle Musa just delivered a few days ago has already been distributed by Sharl, and he urgently needs another ship of honey to be delivered as soon as possible.

"Do we need to ship another boatload of honey so soon?" Musa was taken aback. The other party's request was a little unexpected. The boatload of honey had been used up so quickly. The other party's shipping speed was a bit too fast.

"Yes, we have a high demand for honey." Mary nodded with a smile.

"Alright, I'll go back and ship another batch of honey as soon as possible," Uncle Musa replied calmly. However, he glanced discreetly at the workshop but found nothing unusual. Even large merchant guilds in Black Lion City would take a long time to sell a whole ship full of honey, yet this small, unknown "White Shell" merchant guild had used it all up in no time. This made him reassess the other party's strength.

"Then how about the same price as last time?" Mary heard that the other party had agreed to send another ship of honey to trade as soon as possible. She quickly took out the half-filled contract from the counter. Originally, Charles had told her to find another honey seller as soon as possible. She had only tried asking "Old Mr. Salmu" on the other side, but she did not expect that the other party would agree immediately.

"And we need it quite urgently. If you ship it from the archipelago this time, it might take a lot of time." She subtly reminded the other party not to forget the transportation time.

Uncle Musa chuckled twice. "It's nothing. I have my own warehouse in Torch City, where I store a lot of honey. I just need to ship it over directly. As for these Red Bulls, I hope you can supply more as soon as possible."

He flicked the contract in his hand with his finger. Vivian had said that Red Bull was more valuable than the healing potion, and he had traded the honey at the Torch City Merchant Alliance headquarters before shipping it over.

Few archipelago merchants are willing to transport their goods all the way to Giethoorn to sell. If it weren't for the search for Charles Mello, archipelago merchants probably wouldn't be at the docks in Giethoorn.

"By the way, I heard those adventurers in Gynhorn say that they're currently hunting down members of the Storm Brotherhood, is that right?" Uncle Musa asked casually, looking at Mary who was filling out a contract form.

"Yes, I've heard it from the adventurers who come to buy potions," Mary replied without looking up.

"I heard that the selection process for those guys was quite grand, and now they've been wanted so quickly." Musa sighed with emotion. "They said it was for disrespecting the Earl and deceiving the nobles. What did these guys do to deserve being wanted?"

"Well, I don't know." Mary quickly filled out the form and pushed it to the other person. "Mr. Salmu, please take a look."

"Okay," Musa picked up the contract and examined it. "I heard their bounties are quite high. If we can catch one of them, we can definitely live a life of comfort for a while."

"When I was an adventurer, I used to dream of becoming a bounty hunter and living off the bounties," he said, looking at the contents of the contract. "Unfortunately, I never caught a single criminal. Now that I think about it, if I were to live up to my ideal of catching a wanted criminal and living a life of ease, I think I would only be able to catch one person."

"Oh, who are you talking about?" Mary said with a smile.

"Who else could it be but Charles Mello?" Musa laughed heartily, glancing at Miss Mary across the counter. "Everyone knows his bounty is the highest."

"Unfortunately, that's just wishful thinking. I'm no longer an adventurer." After saying that, he signed his name and other details on the contract and handed it to Mary.

Mary smiled and calmly accepted the contract. "A few months ago, people did talk about this Charles Mello bounty. At the time, many people were surprised by the high bounty, but now hardly anyone talks about it anymore."

"The adventurers who come to buy potions mostly talk about goblins, like this guy named Sharl, who has vanished without a trace," Mary shrugged, speaking casually.

"You're right," Musa nodded with a smile. "For adventurers, killing goblins is much simpler and more reliable than searching for bounties."

"Then it's settled. I'll ship another boatload of honey as soon as possible." He pointed to the healing potions on the shelf behind the counter. "I also hope you can prepare enough potions as soon as possible."

"No problem, Mr. Salmu," Mary said, putting away the contract and bowing slightly.

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"The other party has agreed to send another ship of honey as soon as possible?" Charles looked at the intelligence report in his hand. Mary had sent him the information immediately after signing the contract with the archipelago merchant.

"To be able to rent a warehouse in Torch City, this person must be quite powerful." He looked at the contents of the document and tapped the table lightly.

In my memory, after Baron Melo built the deep-water port, the price of cargo warehouses around Torch City immediately soared. Many merchant guilds spent a lot of money to rent those warehouses for a long time, which was also one of Torch City's fiscal revenues. This archipelago merchant named Salmu, although he only had one merchant ship, was able to afford to rent cargo warehouses. It seems that he is not simple.

"We need to be more cautious about Red Bull's deployment," Charles muttered to himself. He knew he had to be extremely careful when collaborating with a seasoned veteran like this, especially since the other party had brought up my bounty.

"Was this a test, or an unintentional act?" He slowly tapped the table, his eyes focused on the little tin soldier on it. "I didn't reveal anything, so why would he bring this up? Was it just to reminisce about his adventurous youth? Middle-aged people do often talk about their younger days."

He recalled the middle-aged people he had met, especially his department manager who was almost 50 years old in his previous life. He had very little hair left and would often talk about his glorious days in college. What he said most often was, "When I first graduated, I was directly recruited into the company by the vice president. I achieved results in the first month, so you all need to work harder."

"Heh," Charles chuckled. The so-called "working harder" was just a euphemism for working overtime. "Let's observe for a while longer. Anyway, he can't pose any threat to me. After all, stable suppliers are hard to find, and the consumption of honey is very high right now. I can only continue to make contact and see."

"This piece of information is quite interesting. Adventurers are complaining that there are fewer goblins now?" He read through the reports one by one. "If the goblins in the southern forest were all driven out by the Feathered Serpent Kingdom, the fact that the goblins are constantly gathering them back will indeed cause a decrease in the number of goblins."

"Wait a few more days. If no one patrols the ant nest anymore, then we'll prepare to start collecting herbs." Charles rubbed his face. "When we have more manpower, we can form a territory ant cavalry patrol team. Any goblins we find along the way can be brought back to the fortress and incorporated."

"That way, those adventurers won't be able to find the goblins." He smirked and put down the intelligence report in his hand.

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In the basement of Bernier Palace, Plantagenet City

"Teacher, there might be a group of goblins behind them," a mid-level mage said respectfully, bowing.

"What did you see?" the hunchbacked high-ranking archmage Cunningham asked coldly.

"A goblin is leading a small squad, which includes goblins, centaurs, and skeletons," the intermediate mage immediately reported.

"Goblins can actually team up with skeletons and centaurs," Cunningham chuckled, his voice like a hoarse raven. "This Nightmare Forest is getting more and more interesting."

"Go and take a look. I need you to capture all those goblins. Their souls must be very valuable for research," Cunningham said, looking at the experimental table in front of him.

"Go and take a look. I need you to capture all those goblins. Their souls must be very valuable for research," Cunningham said, looking at the experimental table in front of him.

On the platform, a green goblin had its limbs cut off, but its hands and feet were tied with wood.