Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Where did you get these slime cores?" Agatha grabbed a core and examined it repeatedly.

"Don't ask me where I got them. The price was agreed upon: 20 bottles of healing potion. I'll take them now." Charles leaned on the long table and jumped up to sit on a chair.

"I also need some other medicine." He tapped the table.

Agatha rolled her eyes at Charles and went to prepare tea. "I'm not exactly well-off either, old classmate."

"How many times have I told you, when we're at work, use my title. Call me Chairman." Charles crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"What kind of potion do you want, Chairman?" The witch Agatha gritted her teeth as she looked at the goblin in front of her.

"Healing potion, strength potion, agility potion, stamina potion, size increase potion," Xia Er recited a string of potion names like a menu.

"I have all of these, but not much." Agatha resigned herself to her fate. She brewed some tea, poured herself a cup, and said, "I don't have that many ingredients."

Charles took the teapot and poured himself a full cup: "Write down the materials, and I'll take my men to get them done."

"I want payment for the workmanship." Agatha twirled her index finger in the air, and a set of paper and pens flew to her. She was about to write down the names of the materials when she looked up and saw Charles staring at the paper and pens. "The Wizard's Hand, a little trick."

"Sometimes I really envy mages, they can be so lazy." Charles took a small sip of tea; the chrysanthemum tea from the archipelago was indeed quite good.

"By the way," Ciel raised his voice slightly, "how's your research on the potion to cure the transformation curse coming along?"

Agatha stopped writing, looked up blankly at the goblin in front of her, and said, "Didn't I say it was a long way off?"

"Uh, aren't you a descendant of some twelve perverts?" Charles said.

"It's twelve bloodlines. I'm just a bloodline sorcerer," Agatha corrected her loudly. "Besides, I haven't been researching alchemy and medicine for very long."

"Alright, alright," Charles waved his hand, "Not a single step forward?"

"I've made a potion." Agatha put down her pen, walked to the wall, and took out a bottle of yellowish-green potion from a hidden compartment.

"This is it, we haven't done any experiments yet." She carefully placed the medicine on the table.

Charles leaned closer to examine it, and occasionally a small bubble would emerge from the yellow potion.

"Let's give it a try then," Charles suggested.

"Alright." Agatha went into the cabin, and a few minutes later handed a mouse to Charles.

Then she took out two glass jars from the corner, one large and one small, compared them, and put down the smaller one.

"Let's begin the first experiment." Agatha wrote down the number of experiments, materials, and subjects on a piece of paper.

Then she took the mouse and placed it on the table.

"Change!" After a puff of smoke, the rat turned into a fat, white worm.

Xia Er grabbed the insect and shoved the potion directly into its mouth.

After confirming that the unfortunate mouse had drunk the potion, Charles put it back on the table and covered it with a glass jar.

"Will it work?" Agatha was a little unsure.

"What are you afraid of? Let's take a look first." Charles called to the other person and leaned over in front of the glass tank.

The white worm crawled slowly a few steps in place, then began to tremble all over.

"It's working!" Agatha exclaimed joyfully.

The shaking became more and more intense, and then the white worm jumped up, and with a "poof" sound, four short mouse legs emerged from its body.

Then it started rapidly circling around inside the glass tank.

Agatha and Ciel stared in astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief. They hadn't expected this to happen—a large, white, fleshy worm with the limbs of a rat was frolicking around in front of them.

"It really didn't work out," Agatha said dejectedly.

"Don't rush, look, it's shaking again," Charles reminded the other.

The white worms did stop running, but then started shaking rapidly in the glass tank.

Then, with a "smack," it exploded into a pile of minced meat in the hopeful eyes of the two, blood and flesh splattering all over the walls of the vat.

"Now I believe it's a long way off," Charles sighed.

"Yes," Agatha said dejectedly, "It really doesn't work without beast cores."

"A beast core?" Xia Er took the tea, looked at the flesh and blood sliding down the side of the pot, and took a sip of tea.

"Yes, we need that stuff as material, but you know it's a controlled substance." Agatha also picked up her cup and leaned back in her chair.

A witch and a goblin, elegantly sipping tea and chatting in front of a glass jar splattered with blood and flesh.

"Does it have to be that one?" Charles asked slowly and deliberately.

"You saw it too." Agatha raised her chin, indicating the result in the glass tank.

"Then you can... never mind, never mind." Charles was about to say that she could apply at the Sheriff's Office in Goat's Horn, but then he realized that the other person was a witch.

A hag dressed in a large black cloak and wearing a hood, chuckled maliciously as she jumped off her flying broom, entered the police station, and then, after removing her hood, said in a hoarse voice, "I want to apply for a low-level beast core."

The police department will probably apply for a stake for her.

"Alright, I'll go get you some beast cores," Xia Er said calmly.

"You can get your hands on one?" Agatha was surprised. "Those things are regulated. In the kingdom, they're reserved for knights and nobles. It's very difficult for ordinary people to apply for one."

"How difficult is it?"

"That stuff is used to make secret medicines for knights and nobles to improve their physical fitness. I've also heard that the kingdom uses it to make anti-aging potions," Agatha said.

"I've heard of that before," Charles nodded. "But what can I do? I'm the chairman."

"Why not let the humans who cooperate with you..." Agatha suggested.

"Don't worry, I'll get it." Charles said confidently. He wouldn't let Little John get involved in this. He knew that every beast core was recorded and very difficult to obtain. The kingdom monopolized this thing and only provided potions made from beast cores to adventurers with bronze badges or higher. There was only one way to get a beast core—to hunt for it yourself.

"Well, I can't convince you." Agatha shrugged and said casually, "Good luck, Chairman."

"Then I'll come back to you after I get the beast core."

After Charles finished speaking, he picked up the list of materials written by Agatha. "So much."

"You requested five kinds of potions." Agatha extended her pale, slender fingers.

"Can't we just mix them all together and cook them into one pot?" Charles examined each item one by one.

"That's some kind of mixed stew," Agatha scoffed.

We goblins are just a hodgepodge, and Ciel really wanted to say to the other person, "You should do some more research. We can't exactly tell our men 'Wait until we finish these potions' when we're fighting, can we?"

"Okay, I'll go look it up in the book again."

"You only have 18 healing potions here, but I brought 21 slime cores." Sharl put the potions into the bag, then walked to the table on the wall and took down the chrysanthemum tea leaves as well.

"This is equivalent to those three cores." After saying that, he walked out the door without looking back.

"Bandits, robbers!" came a voice cursing through gritted teeth from inside the house.