Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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"The green egg is the leader."

"The green egg is the leader."

Charles sat slumped in a high-backed chair, silently accepting the goblin's ankle-touching gesture.

Many surrendered goblins had already touched his ankle. After touching it, they immediately got up and ran quickly behind Shire. There, the white-haired man had set up a large pot, and a thick "forest soup" was bubbling. One sip and the spicy taste would warm the body instantly. After three sips, a layer of fine sweat would appear in the cold winter wind.

Charles glanced back at the white-haired man standing by the pot, and seeing that the man was looking at him affectionately, he immediately turned back.

One of the surrendering goblins shouted, "Green Egg is the leader!" and then tremblingly reached out to touch Sharl's ankle before running towards the cauldron. Sharl glanced at the goblin out of the corner of his eye. He felt that these guys didn't seem to be bowing and pledging allegiance to him, but rather to the pot of "Forest Soup." He thought that if he had the chance in the future, he could emulate the countries of his previous life, where if someone wanted to join their tribe, they would need to place their hands on their rice bowls and swear an oath.

He hadn't initially planned to set up that big pot, but there were just too many goblins captured this time. Even if Greenskin guided them again, he couldn't get these skeptical guys to quickly complete the ankle-touching ritual. So, after glancing at the shivering goblin horde, Sharl had no choice but to have White Fur cook the forest soup.

Of course, at first he tried to correct him, saying "It's handsome, handsome is the leader," but after fifty or so times he became numb and thought, "Forget it, whatever."

Charles gradually became deflated by the constant calls of "Green Egg," and his once upright posture became loose and slouching. But this formality could not be omitted, so he could only continue to sit in the high-backed chair, enduring what he considered to be "torture."

"Perhaps some people would rather suffer like this," Charles smiled wryly, waving a goblin who was bowing to leave. The goblin quickly got up and ran to the back without looking back. Meanwhile, the line in front of Charles started pushing and shoving and shouting because of the position in the queue. Fortunately, Red Eyes was patrolling back and forth with his longsword. His blood-stained appearance had a great deterrent effect on these goblins.

Ignoring the goblin in front of him, Sharl lowered his consciousness and came to the towering black obelisk.

His panel had changed at this point.

[Monument Material: Charles Mello]

Race: Goblin (Human)

[Danger Level: 0.8, Capable Waste]

[Subordinates: 1680/2008]

【personality:???】

[Individual Abilities: Mass Intelligence Reduction Curse (5/5 remaining uses per day), Mass Language Curse (5/5 remaining uses per day)]

[Personal Status: Advanced Transformation Curse (Negative), Heart of a Hero (Positive), Blessing of the Mother Tree (Positive), Blessing of the God of Earth and Life (Positive), Blessing of the God of Battle and Glory (Positive), Newborn Queen Ant (Positive, Growing), Soul Contract with the Demon Lord (Negative, Ten Years)]

Title: Leader of the Forest South Group

"2000 people," Charles tilted his head, looking at the stone tablet in front of him. A strange letter was flashing white light, indicating that it had been activated. "Finally, we have a new ability, but this ability is a bit..."

[Power Overdraft: Each month, you can obtain energy from the Creator once, which will double your Strength, Agility, and Magic for one hour.]

Charles had seen this ability when he activated the God of War's Blessing, but for him, doubling the power was nothing. His current threat level was 0.8, so doubling it would only make him 1.6. Wielding two short swords, he would only be slightly stronger than an ordinary human.

Moreover, even if he overdraws his magic, he cannot release more curses. After all, those two curse spells were "borrowed" from the demon lord, and if he wants to take them back one day, there's nothing he can do.

So he wasn't very enthusiastic about lighting up the alien letter at first. "Maybe this ability is reserved for magicians or berserkers. I just don't know why I became a 'monument tool'. Now it seems like it's better than nothing."

As he looked at his panel, he saw the number of his subordinates steadily increasing. He estimated that the Feathered Serpent Kingdom had sent about 2000 goblins this time. After deducting those that died for various reasons, his tribe should be able to steadily break through the 3000 mark.

On the stone tablet, the next alien letter has appeared, and Xia Er noticed that the activation condition for this letter is to have more than 5000 subordinates.

"5000 people?" Charles stroked his chin. "Perhaps that would be enough if we swallowed up the entire Feathered Serpent Kingdom."

"It's a bit difficult to defeat Quetzalcoatl. Should I continue to accumulate some power first, and then... Oh my god." He clicked on the gray, alien letter, glanced at its contents, and then a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"My personal spellbook?" Charles raised an eyebrow. "This ability is quite impressive. I can finally use magic again. I wonder if I can use things like the Nine-Fingered Fire Pig spell or the Lame Enhancement Arcane Servant spell. And according to the contents..." The two curse spells bestowed upon me will likely be copied directly into my personal magic book, so that even if someone wants to sever ties with me one day, I can still cast these curse spells.

These days, Charles has gotten used to using the [Mass Intelligence Reduction Curse] on himself. Every time he meets someone, he also uses the [Mass Language Curse] on himself. He is increasingly feeling the benefits of this strange spell.

"Speaking of which, I asked Agatha before, but she couldn't find any information about these two types of magic, nor did she know what tier of spell such a curse was." Charles smacked his chin, continuing to ponder, "If I continue to use it, under the blessing of the God of War, will I learn even more strange curse spells?"

"If those new curse spells are immediately copied into spellbooks as soon as they're learned, then they're no longer needed?"

After some thought, Charles dismissed the idea. On the one hand, he wasn't sure if he could do it that way, and he had a feeling of "getting stuck on the stone tablet bug." On the other hand, he didn't dare to disconnect from the other party yet, since the other party was a demon lord who could kill him as easily as playing with him.

"Let's continue. Anyway, we don't know when we'll find the eyes it needs. We signed a ten-year agreement before," Charles sighed and patted the stone tablet. "Let's take advantage of it first and see what happens."

Having figured all this out, Charles looked up at the towering obelisk, feeling a little annoyed about the [Ability Overdraft] he had previously obtained. "If only I had activated the [Personal Spellbook] first, and then gotten the [Ability Overdraft], that would have been better."

"But is this energy obtained from the Creator?"

He knew that mages in this world used magic by synchronizing with a magic field and drawing upon its energy, but he wasn't a mage yet and didn't know the specifics. "Also, who is this creator? A cosmic god?"

When he met Zunesha before, Zunesha said that it was the Creator who guided the elephant herd to this place. At that time, Shire asked if the Creator was the creator god, but Zunesha did not give a clear answer.

"Is the sleeping creator god about to awaken?" He patted the stone tablet, somewhat confused about the current situation. "Could the eyes that Sophia mentioned before be the creator god's eyes? If so, they are indeed very divine."

But why is he involved with the creator god? If that's the case, could he go to the Church of the Four Gods and say, "I have a good relationship with your god's father. If you don't mind, you can call me your second uncle. And then see if I can help your second uncle solve some problems?"

Thinking of this, Charles smiled and shook his head. "Never mind, let's find an opportunity to have John ask Sophia."

After finishing this, he floated to the surface. The ankle-touching ritual was still going on, and in the distance, goblins were being driven out of the forest and brought to this open space.

Three large cauldrons have now been set up in front of White Hair. Under her direction, many female goblins are busy around the steaming cauldrons. After the forest soup in one cauldron is emptied, it is immediately washed and then boiled again.

With the tribe's population continuing to grow, Shire is experiencing mixed feelings. On the one hand, the increased manpower allows for the consolidation of the entire controlled area. He plans to establish underground strongholds in several locations to achieve overall control. This is a large undertaking, as many places lack underground shelters or have unsuitable sizes. However, such a project is necessary. Winter is the season when the growth of many herbs is limited, making this a good time to build a transportation network. By next spring, it will be ready to be used for herb gathering.

However, the worry is that the increased manpower has further strained the tribe's supplies. Mary previously reported that all the artisans in Giethoorn are now focused on the tribe, and many have already filled their order books. If they want to increase their order volume, they can only place orders in other areas. As for the food problem, they can only purchase it from outside, and they can only purchase it from Black Lion City. This is because the surrounding towns have tightened the sale of food due to Earl Valentine's repeated tax increases. There is also bad news: if they purchase a large amount of food from Black Lion City, they can only transport it through the Darren River, but the port of Giethoorn is too small and does not have enough berths.

"Expanding too fast isn't a good thing either," Charles rubbed his cheek and unconsciously moved his foot. He heard a sound below and immediately looked down to see a somewhat thin goblin kneeling on the ground, reaching out to touch his ankle. However, Charles moved his legs, causing the goblin to look startled. "Oh, sorry, I didn't notice. You can continue touching it."

After saying that, he once again placed his legs in front of him, waiting for the goblin to continue bowing.

"Although there are some minor difficulties right now, overall the situation is still good." Charles felt that his ankle was numb, and he would have to scrub off the grime when he took a bath when he got back today. "Manpower is the source of labor. As long as we get moving, we can create value."

As for that batch of magical beast materials, when Sharl saw them with his own eyes, he was truly shocked. When Pazzani was excitedly waving his arms and tail, he hadn't expected there to be so many.

"How many magical beasts did they kill?" Xia Er was quite alarmed when he saw the mountain of bones. The bones were scattered together, not sorted by type, which meant that it would take a lot of time and effort to identify them, and the goblins didn't have the ability to do so.

These colorful animal bones can only be processed by professional magic craftsmen.

Not long after seeing the pile of bones, Xia Er saw a bunch of beast cores carelessly tossed on the grass next to him like trash. Most of them were low-level beast cores, with only two being mid-level beast cores.

"These beast cores must have been collected intentionally, but the goblins of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom don't seem to care about them." Remembering what Broken Tooth had said about humans trading with the Feathered Serpent Kingdom, Sharl figured these things were probably meant for leaf buyers. "Am I intercepting someone else's goods?"

Thinking of this, he smiled, then rubbed his legs. The ankle-touching ceremony was still going on, so he could only continue sitting in the high-backed chair, waiting for the long line behind him.

…………

"What did you say? You need our bank to help you coordinate port berths?" In the reception room on the first floor of the East Chamber of Commerce Alliance in Giethoorn, a staff member from the Chamber of Commerce Bank looked at Mary sitting in front of him with a resentful expression.

Mary calmly picked up her coffee, took a small sip, and said, "It's alright, not a premium coffee."

"Hmph," the staff member snorted, looking arrogantly at Mary across from him.

"You need to understand, we signed an agreement, and now our chamber of commerce needs a fixed port berth," Mary said with a smile, looking up at the bank employee. "If you don't help us with this, and it causes problems with repayment, you'll also be held responsible. After all, the bank's senior management doesn't want this huge loan to run into trouble."

"What business is it of your chamber of commerce?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mary shook her index finger, "it's not your bank, it's you. After all, you were the one who pushed this contract forward. If things go wrong in the end, your boss will definitely not let you off the hook."

"You!" The bank employee's face changed several times, his expression growing increasingly ashen. He dared not gamble that Mr. Crowe would be so easy to talk to. "Fine, I will help you coordinate with the port in Giethoorn."

“No, no, no,” Mary interrupted with a smile, “not just Giraffe Horn, but also the port of Black Lion City.”

"Don't push your luck." The staff member stood up abruptly.

"If the higher-ups knew your work performance was lacking, maybe..."

"I'll make a plan." The staff member slumped down.

"Thank you very much." Mary smiled and nodded, then took another sip of coffee.

"The taste is really just so-so. I'll have someone send you a packet of specialty coffee when I get back."