Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Establishing an education system is too difficult for Charles, who is currently in a state of having no teachers, no textbooks, and no school.

Schools are relatively easy to build, but textbooks and teachers are problems that cannot be solved.

We can't just take the literacy books from the human side and then capture a few humans to teach our subordinates in the forest.

"Now that you mention it, it does seem to make sense." Evita slowed her pace to get used to the goblin's walking speed. "Speaking of which, we centaurs also rely on word of mouth. We don't have the kind of centralized education for children that you mentioned before."

"You're doing well," Charles sighed softly. "You live deep in the forest, in large groups, and live by raising livestock and growing tubers. We goblins can't do that."

He glanced at his men shouting and yelling in the distance. "Goblins in the forest rarely live to old age; they usually only live to their prime."

Evita didn't reply, but walked silently beside him. She knew that what Charles said was true; those goblins really rarely lived to adulthood. The goblins in the forest lived too casually—casually born, casually eating, casually sleeping, and even more casually dying.

Now that the Shire has gathered this group of goblins, Evita dares to say that such a situation will not occur for thousands of years, and now these goblins are gradually starting to look like they are alive.

"After all, this is the first time. Without you, they," Evita pointed to the noisy goblins, then to herself, "we might have been devoured by some beast or evil race by now. Although the elders of our tribe have never spoken of any epic songs or ballads about goblins, I think you might be the first person to be murmured and chanted by all the goblins in the future."

Charles chuckled a few times, nodded, and said, "No need for later. Now, that buck-toothed guy sometimes writes a few quatrains. Since he started learning Common Tongue, he has learned a lot of words. Last time, Little John suggested a poetry collection to him, and now that guy is already compiling his own collection."

Evita covered her mouth and laughed. She knew Bucktooth's habit; every time she saw him, he was chasing after someone, saying he wanted to recite poetry to them. No one wanted to listen to his poems; even unicorns would be scared away.

No, there's one exception: Cao Cao. As long as the buck-toothed guy brings food to the troll, the troll can quietly listen to him recite his work while munching on snacks until the snacks are finished. Then Cao Cao pats his butt and leaves without looking back.

“He told me he wrote many poems about me,” Charles said, pointing to himself. “I still remember one of them.”

Evita looked down at the goblin, preparing to listen with great interest.

Upon seeing the other person's expression, Charles breathed a sigh of relief and slowly said, "I will compose a poem for the chief. This is the second line of the poem, and there is also the third line and this last line."

"Hahaha," Evita laughed and waved her hand, "It's better than the old saying, 'I need to take a bath today, and I can't skip it tomorrow. If you ask when it will end, I'll keep taking baths until I'm old.'"

"So," Charles shrugged, "now you know where the problem with the tribe lies, right? Once a tribe gathers to a certain size, education becomes an inevitable consideration."

"Hmm," Evita slowly wiped the smile from her face, "I think you can do it, those goblins..."

She pointed to Charles's men in the distance, "They all owe their lives to you, and some will even live to a ripe old age. What you are doing now may be creating a legend."

Ciel stopped and turned to look at the smiling centaur girl behind him. "A legend?"

Evita nodded. As the conversation deepened, she felt more and more that the goblin in front of her seemed unfathomable. Perhaps Sansio's boasts about "my older brother being the future king of the forest" might actually come true.

"A legend," Charles murmur murmured, savoring the word. He looked up at the sky; the two had emerged from the woods and reached a clearing. The sky above was a deep blue, and the woods behind them were quiet from the earlier explosion, save for the shouts of the goblins in the distance. "This sounds pretty good, and it'll be fun."

He turned to look at Evita, a smirk playing on his lips, revealing a goblin-like "wicked smile."

Ciel didn't tell the centaur girl his true origins. He knew she was talking about establishing a goblin kingdom in the forest, but...

Who says goblins have to live in the Nightmare Forest? Who says goblins are destined to be hunted by humans? Who says goblins can only eat bad food their whole lives?

Once I've truly gathered a large number of goblins, then I'll announce to the world the existence of the Goblin Kingdom.

Charles had already considered his first destination after leaving the forest: Giethoorn. Now, Mary was sending back news that, because of their people, all the artisans in the entire Valentine Earl's territory were unconsciously gathering in Giethoorn. As the number of artisans increased, the docks in Giethoorn were slowly becoming busier.

A few days ago, Count Herbert the vampire had mentioned that he was preparing to send him the next batch of potion bottles as soon as possible. Now, the ships might not be able to unload the cargo on the same day, and glass products would require even more care during handling.

"The Goblin Kingdom will only be truly established when I take back Torch City," Charles said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

Evita looked at the goblin before her and sensed a change in Ciel's entire demeanor. An indescribable feeling made her involuntarily take two steps back. "Is this what the leader looks like?"

"Let's go, we should get there, or they'll probably cause some trouble." Charles glanced at the centaur girl, then turned and prepared to walk ahead.

Just then, the goblins surrounding the "Rune Mortar" did something, and with a "whoosh," a dark figure was launched out and flew quickly towards Xia Er and his companion.

Charles stared in astonishment at his men who had stopped making noise in the distance. Then, a dark shadow flew swiftly towards him from the sky. Just as he realized what to do,

With a loud "boom," an explosion rang out behind him and Evita.

A gust of air blew over his body, and for a moment, Ciel's mind went blank. "I was just... I was hit by a cannon, wasn't I?"

Fortunately, the explosion point was some distance away from them, and both of them were dressed very warmly. Evita had even worn leather armor to practice archery today, and Ciel himself had the blessing of the Mother Tree, so the banging fruit couldn't hurt them.

"These days are really tough," Charles sighed.

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