Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Charles was quite certain that the notebook on the table did not contain that sentence before, and that he had even closed it before going to sleep. But now, the notebook was not only open in front of him, but also had a sentence written in bright red on it: "This is definitely a warning."

"So, it saw my 'performance' just now and was quite satisfied with it." Charles sat down in his chair, picked up his notebook, and examined it. "The handwriting is quite good, even in cursive."

"But who could be the contractor of Envy?" Sharl looked up at the glowing mushrooms on the ceiling. "I've encountered many different races, who could it be? Could those goblins be the contractors of Envy, and are they also searching for what the demon lord envies in the forest?"

"But aren't all those goblins dead? And they've already found the Angry Horn?" The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. "It shouldn't be goblins."

Charles opened his notebook and began to write down the people he had met during this period, from goblins to centaurs, from gnomes to his newly recruited goblin subordinates. "It wasn't them. If it were them, I would have seen 'The Soul Contract of the Demon Lord's Jealousy' when I brought up the panel."

"Who else?" He tapped the charcoal pencil in his hand, and gradually, a figure emerged from the darkness. "That guy's name seems to be Herbert. It seems like things progressed too fast when we signed the contract with him to buy those potion bottles."

Thinking back to their initial meeting, after exchanging a few pleasantries, they signed the contract immediately, with the other party only symbolically taking a few sips of water. In a later conversation with Agatha Christie, she revealed that the other party was not an easy person to talk to. "At the time, I thought it was because my order was very large and the other party was afraid of losing me as a major customer, so they signed the contract hastily. Now it seems there must have been a problem back then."

That Mr. Herbert, I guess, is a person with magic, just like me. He might even be approaching me to find the object of the "jealousy" contract. "No wonder he insisted on seeing me before signing the contract."

Charles tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "Be careful if you see him again."

After analyzing the clone's warning, he stood up, stretched, and then glanced at the mirror beside him. "This is a good spot. From now on, 'Good Guy'..." "Next, I can directly give it an acting performance."

"Go wake up Red Eyes and the others first, and deal with this corpse." He put on his clothes and walked out of his stone house. In this huge stone chamber, the snoring of the other goblins rose and fell, and the most troublesome of them was Red Eyes' "drilling sound". "We need to increase the patrol. There are centaurs patrolling outside the fortress at night, but they can't distinguish those magic users on their own. We need to think of a way."

As he pondered, he strolled past several small stone houses until he arrived at Akame's sleeping room.

This huge stone chamber contains many stone houses on two levels. It was originally designed to be an underground military camp. Now, Sharl has arranged for several goblins to live in each stone house, and Red Eyes' stone house is home to six goblins.

He walked over and kicked the red-eyed man, who was still "drilling wood," off the bed. "Get up and get to work."

The red-eyed man who had fallen to the ground got up in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and then a red fleshy ball emerged from beside him.

Charles immediately stepped back, his eyes wide. "You bastard, you even sleep with your 'cat' in your arms."

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In the Moonlight Inn in Giethoorn, Alma put down several wanted posters in her hand. "Based on this situation, we'll anonymously notify the Adventurers' Guild. Then, as long as we follow those adventurers, we can take care of those goblins."

Ever since witnessing the scene of centaurs and goblins living together, Alma has been racking her brains about how to deal with those goblins. There are a lot of them, and well-equipped centaurs live nearby. If she attacks rashly, she will definitely suffer the consequences.

But when she thought of Charles's arrogant attitude and her own repeated setbacks, she gritted her teeth in hatred.

With a "crash," Alma crumpled up a wanted poster, completely ignoring the name "Melo" on it. "I really want to use magic energy to blast that goblin several times in a row until he's turned into mincemeat."

Unfortunately, she still holds the title of Special Examiner of the Adventurers' Guild, and some people may have seen her. If it were known that she had secretly come to the edge of Nightmare Forest and was searching for a group of goblins, she would definitely attract the attention of those with ulterior motives. This could lead to strange rumors, especially since she had another purpose for coming here: to find... "Eyes".

"This method should work." Alma tossed aside the crumpled wanted poster in her hand, then prepared to write down the anonymous intelligence and request, but as the paper bounced on the ground until it rolled to the side of the mirror, she frowned. "Here it comes."

"Looks like you knew I'd arrived." A leisurely female voice came from the mirror, and then Alma's figure appeared in the mirror.

"Looks like you knew I'd arrived." A leisurely female voice came from the mirror, and then Alma's figure appeared in the mirror.

"Master," Alma stood up and quickly walked to the mirror, "I have found a way to find the eyes."

"oh?" The clone was very interested. It leaned forward slightly, bringing that beautiful face close to the mirror, and said, "Tell me about it."

"I'm going to..." Alma glanced at her face in the mirror and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Although that was her face now, deep down she knew that the face belonged to her sister Agatha.

She turned her head slightly to avoid looking at the mirror. "I'm going to find a few goblins and drive them to search. Those guys live in the forest year-round, they might make some discoveries. And as long as I give them some abilities so they can defeat adventurers, these foolish guys will be willing to be driven by me."

"This is a fantastic idea." The clone clapped his hands and laughed, just as Alma looked at the mirror again with hopeful eyes. He said, "However, I no longer need you to search for eyes."

"Master, I..." Alma was stunned. When she signed the contract to obtain powerful magical abilities from the other party, it was for many years.

"I have already found another contractor." The clone smiled and said, "So we can break the contract now, which I think is what you wanted."

"But, Master," Alma immediately realized, "if the contract is broken..."

"Yes, the contract is dissolved. I will take back your magical abilities, and you will return to your original appearance." The face in the mirror began to change, the features constantly shifting, gradually becoming somewhat similar to the original appearance, but looking rather plain. "You will also return to your previous state, without magical talent, and even the summoned astral serpents will only be this thin."

The "Elma" in the mirror smiled and stretched out one hand, her thumb and forefinger pinched together, only a few centimeters apart.