Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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"You told me before that I had contacted the church about the holy water," John put down his teacup. "The church is Earth and Life. They promised to prepare the holy water as soon as possible, and then I just need to go and get it."

"Which guys would be so quick to agree?" Charles said with a smirk, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Just as you guessed, they initially refused when they heard about a large barrel of holy water," John said with a laugh. "But when I told them it was for the 'Undying' alchemy workshop, they agreed and even squeezed some healing potions out of us."

"As expected, those guys in the church won't let this opportunity pass by." Charles shook his head slightly. In his previous memories of dealing with the people from the Church of the Four Gods, those people were all very stingy.

He glanced at the [Demon Lord's Wrathful Forehead Horn] placed in the corner of the stone chamber. "They can have as many healing potions as they want, as long as the holy water isn't diluted. Urge them to finish this as soon as possible."

John was taken aback. This was the first time he had ever heard Charles urge him to do something. It had never happened before. Considering the various events Charles had experienced, he knew that his boss had probably gotten into some serious trouble again.

"Okay," John nodded emphatically, "I'll urge them to get ready as soon as possible."

John thought to himself that he had probably encountered some tough ghosts or undead creatures. He had exchanged sword techniques with those skeleton warriors before, so he was used to these "strange" creatures in the forest.

"Hmm." Charles nodded seriously when he heard John's assurance. He had heard the old, ethereal voice tell him that "they saw you." Charles understood that this was the whisper of the forest. After hearing the whisper, he tried to ask his surroundings loudly to get more information, but he didn't hear any more sounds after that.

"Who are they?" Charles frowned as he pondered, listing several options in his notebook. After some analysis, he narrowed it down to three: the creators of the giant spiders and bees, the six demon lords, and Count Valentine.

The person who created those giant creatures is very likely to notice him. After all, he not only used Count Valentine's power to wipe out those guys, but also led people to kill the two chimeras. It would be impossible for the other party not to have discovered his existence.

As for the angry horn lying in the corner, Sharl couldn't guarantee whether it would attract the attention of the demon lord.

As for Valentine, it's hard to say whether he's noticed me or whether he'll send someone to wipe me out. After all, according to John and Mary, he's already levied taxes twice, which is "horrifying" for the people of the territory. If he mobilizes his army to wipe me out again, he might levy taxes on the territory again. A normal lord wouldn't do something so brainless.

"But judging from Philip's various actions, perhaps Valentine really will choose to do that," Charles wrote, marking Valentine's name with a big X in his notebook. "After all, like father, like son, it's predictable that he'll be stupid."

So, for the past few days, he has been urging Red Eyes to train his subordinates and also ordering Broken Tooth to increase patrols in an attempt to discover even the slightest change in the territory. Unfortunately, there has been no feedback. In the words of the little fairy Shan Xiao, "The songs are still being sung, the honey is still being eaten, and the fortress is happy every day."

Having finished explaining things, John drank the tea in his cup, then got up to say goodbye. He was going to spar with the skeleton warriors later. He felt that he was a little stronger than before, "but unfortunately, I still couldn't withstand Cao Cao's full-force attack."

Charles watched his subordinates leave, then took out the notebook beside him again, looking at the listed options. "I feel like something's been overlooked."

He turned to look at the mirror next to him, frowning in thought. This mirror was also recently purchased, and several were ordered at once, mainly for his subordinates, the female goblins, and the centaurs. Charles also kept one for himself.

"What is it?" He stroked his chin, completely unaware of a tiny ladybug crawling across the wall.

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As night fell, Shire slept soundly in bed, the wool covering him warm and cozy, which also ensured that the goblins all had a good night's sleep.

Outside the fortress entrance, the centaurs still organized patrols at night to defend against attacks from wild beasts and other races in the forest. They carried torches, carefully making sure not to damage the surrounding buildings. Back in the old village, it was common for the night wind to blow sparks that ignited the thatched huts.

But instead of cheap thatched huts, they now build sturdy wooden houses that are warmer and more comfortable. The centaurs are also extra careful, afraid of setting their new home on fire.

The forest nights are never particularly quiet. The sounds of various wild animals and sometimes startled birds can be heard from the woods. Accompanied by the winter night wind, one can't help but feel a sense of awe for this vast, nightmarish forest.

Charles slept soundly without turning over. This was thanks to the good quality of the bed. After he distributed the bed to his men, some of them chose to sleep under it, since sleeping on the ground was almost a habit goblins had from childhood. However, as time went by, they gradually accepted sleeping in the bed. Charles still remembered the shocked looks on the centaurs' eyes when they saw the goblin's bed.

The fortress was completely silent, except for the occasional snoring of a few goblins. Among them, the red-eyed goblin's "drill" sound was the most prominent. Sharl was very familiar with that sound; it was a "squeak, squeak" sound that he had heard for a long time.

On the wall, a red ladybug slowly crawled down, getting closer and closer to Xia Er on the bed below. Unlike other insects, this ladybug crawled straight toward Xia Er, as if it had some purpose.

Just as it was about to spread its wings, take off, and land on Xia Er, a brightly colored gecko darted out from beside the wall. The gecko lunged forward and bit the ladybug.

No matter how much the ladybug struggled, it couldn't escape the gecko's mouth. If Charles saw this, he would be very surprised that there would be geckos and ladybugs in winter.

As the gecko swallowed the ladybug, a sharp scream came from inside the stone house.

"Teacher, help me—"