Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Are you very unwilling?" Charles looked at the Holy Crusaders commander opposite him.

Diana gritted her teeth and gripped the hilt of her sword, but her three longswords swayed on their own, as if expressing something.

Finally, she let out a long sigh, "I understand, I will definitely keep my promise to you."

"What did you promise them?" Charles raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on the other's longsword.

"It's about helping them find Uncle Four," Diana said irritably, pointing to the scabbard that Red Eyes was untying. "That's the sword. Only after I agreed to help them did these three longswords agree to follow me and teach me swordsmanship."

"A longsword to teach you swordsmanship? But that black sword looks like it's dead." Charles smirked as he watched Red Eyes walk over carrying a longsword.

"Of the four swords, only Uncle is in a state of spiritual awakening. The other three are dormant. Only by holding Uncle and another sword at the same time can you truly awaken it." Diana ignored Charles and stared at the red-eyed goblin walking towards her. This goblin had just had its arm cut off by Uncle's sword, and it was still moving somewhat uncoordinated.

"Uncle?" Charles didn't understand what the girl meant. "And are the swordsmen skilled with these four longswords?"

Diana was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and told everything she knew. "The eldest uncle is this sword, a red sword, representing decisiveness and confidence. The second uncle is a white sword, who doesn't like to talk, representing forbearance and silence. The third uncle is the blue sword that chased after you, representing wisdom and resourcefulness."

"And Fourth Uncle," she reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword that Chi Mu handed her, drawing the longsword with a clang, "is a black sword, representing ruthlessness and decisiveness."

"Each of the four swords possesses a unique sword technique, and when two are held together, new sword techniques can be created."

"Four swords? That means there are eight sword techniques?" Charles raised an eyebrow. Such a rich array of sword techniques could indeed allow this young girl to become a high-ranking member of the Holy Order at such a young age.

"No, they can also float as flying swords, which would create many more sword combinations." Diana raised the longsword in her hand, glanced at Charles who had taken a few steps back, and then drew "Uncle." In an instant, a burst of light flowed across the blades of the two longswords, and then she frowned.

"What happened? It didn't work?" Charles asked immediately. "If it failed, then give it back to my men."

If we leave it to Akame, we can find other ways to help him later. If we can't awaken the Black Sword, then he can learn swordsmanship.

Diana ignored Charles; her brows furrowed even more, and her expression gradually became serious.

"Are you alright?" Charles looked up and asked with a hint of joy on his face.

"No, he's awake, but," Diana sighed softly, "I just didn't expect my fourth uncle to be such a chatterbox."

"Shut up, stop talking." She snatched the scabbard from Red Eyes' hand and sheathed the black sword. "What do you mean I'm bad? Your sword moves are clumsy and your strength is lacking. You think you can kill me in three moves? Go back to your scabbard and eat dust."

Charles raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected things to develop this way. Also, why was the Black Sword, which represented ruthlessness and decisiveness, a chatterbox? Did he have to trash talk and taunt during the fight?

"Is it really a chatterbox?" he asked, somewhat doubtfully.

"It's alright now, it's just become a nagging rant." Diana planted the scabbard directly into the ground, as if wanting the longsword to calm down on its own. "They are all components of Captain Shamrah's soul, or rather, his four personalities."

"Four personality types? You mean...?"

"Yes, these four longswords combined together represent Captain Shamrah of the Toucan, the guy known as the Pirate Sword Saint." Diana nodded calmly.

"The Pirate Sword Saint?" Charles repeated the title, then said with some doubt, "Then he wouldn't happen to have multiple mental illnesses, would he?"

"Uh." Diana hesitated for a moment, then pursed her lips and nodded silently.

Then she said, "They're telling you not to laugh, or they'll chop you up."

Charles bit his lower lip, trying hard to suppress his laughter, while glancing at the calm black sword lying on the ground.

[Item: Shamrah's Fourth Sword]

[Quality: Epic]

[Purpose: Chopping]

[Special Effect: After breaking through the enemy's guard, a dimensional peeling effect will occur, making the slashes smoother]

[Note: Come on, you bastard! I'll kill you! You dare to dodge? Where do you think you're going? Take this! You piece of trash, go back and practice some more. My longsword can easily beat you to a pulp... (omitted)]

"Omitted?" Xia Er's lips twitched. This guy really did pull out the "Zu'an Longsword," and there was even content omission.

"Gibberish." The red-eyed figure beside Diana stretched out his injured arm and spoke to her, while the girl, who couldn't understand goblin language, frowned and asked Ciel, "What is he saying?"

"Oh, he said his hand wasn't properly reattached and he wants you to strike again at the spot where he cut it earlier," Charles explained with a smile. "However, I think we can use something else..."

With a "whoosh," a flash of cold light appeared, and the red-eyed man's arm fell to the ground again. He frowned, gritted his teeth, and looked at the cut; it was indeed the same spot as before.

"There are other ways to solve this..." After saying the last part, Charles silently looked at the man and goblin opposite him. Before he could finish speaking, Diana cut off Red Eye's arm with a sword. It has to be said that these two guys, one really dared to talk and the other really dared to do. They were really reckless in their words and really efficient in their actions.

Red Eyes bent down to pick up his severed hand, gesturing to the cut to ensure a proper reattachment this time.

"Turn it a little more inwards," Diana said as she sheathed the black sword.

Charles shook his head, translated for Red Eyes, and then leaned over to look at his subordinate's reattached arm. "Hmm, looks like it's aligned."

"If it's not aligned, I can help again." Diana reached out and pressed down on "Fourth Uncle's" sword hilt, then frowned. "Stop talking, or I'll soak you in acid."

"Huh?" Charles was taken aback, then looked at the black sword on the ground.

"It's mocking my swordsmanship, saying that I need to swing my sword a second time for something so simple."

"Didn't the other three longswords say anything?" Charles's gaze swept over the three longswords on Diana's body.

"They," the girl hesitated for a moment, "remained silent."

"Yeah, with Zaun's talkativeness around, the others probably won't be able to say a word." Charles shrugged with a smile.

Just as they were talking, a Crusader came over and said, "Commander, the headcount is complete. Everyone is here, including our fallen comrades, but..."

"What's wrong?"

"But the deputy commander is nowhere to be seen."

"The deputy commander?" Charles thought for a moment, "Does he have short, neat hair, and his appearance...?"

He described his appearance to the other person, and the two people opposite him exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

"He ran out of the Feathered Serpent God's cave all by himself," Charles shrugged, explaining the situation. "Then he heard me say that there was no Feathered Serpent God here, that it was all the goblins' doing, so he must have lost his temper. He yelled and charged at Zunesha, and then Zunesha slapped him with its trunk and sent him flying into the sky. I don't know where he fell to."

"Where did it fall?" Diana frowned and continued to ask.

"Didn't find it. I had my men search that direction specifically, but there was no sign of them. Either they escaped, or..." Charles glanced into the distance, "they fell to the ground and died, or were dragged away by wild beasts."

"This…" Diana narrowed her eyes, her expression becoming unusually serious for the first time. "Are you sure you haven't found it?"

"Didn't find him." Charles nodded, stating definitively, "Why? Is he important?"

Diana didn't answer, but slowly closed her eyes, and after a few seconds she sighed deeply, "It's alright."

"But President..." The paladin beside her was about to say something, but Diana interrupted him by raising her hand.

"I will personally explain to His Holiness the Bishop when I return, and I will take full responsibility for all the sins," Diana said calmly. "You go and take care of the others."

"Is there a problem?" Charles glanced at the slowly departing paladin. The other man seemed to have something to say, turning back to look at the girl after taking a few steps. However, the president's expression remained calm, and he merely used his eyes to stop his subordinates.

"This has nothing to do with you goblins, it's just an internal matter of our church." Diana offered no explanation, her expression remaining unchanged. "By the way, I need to borrow that cargo ship. It's too far to get back to Giraffe Town by road, my paladins can't hold out that long, and what about their equipment..."

"I know, I'll talk to the captain. As for the equipment," Charles smirked, "those are spoils of our victory, and we definitely need to keep them."

Diana pursed her lips, then seemed to think of something, "Yes, keeping the spoils of war is indeed the right of the victor. Of course, if you find that the equipment doesn't fit you in the future, you can try to contact our church, and we are willing to pay some silver coins to exchange it."

"Hehe," Charles immediately understood what the Crusader commander meant. The other party was clearly saying that the goblins couldn't fit into the equipment, so they should return it to the Crusader, and they would pay a little silver as a reward.

Silver coins? Silver coins that can only buy a smoked fish rice bowl? I want to exchange them for dwarven steel armor engraved with various runes?

Your abacus beads have already hit my face.

"Wait and see," he said, then glanced at the cargo ship sailors and Captain Byron gathered in the distance. "There's something else I'd like to ask you, Your Excellency President."

Diana didn't speak, but instead gestured to the goblin to ask.

"You said before that the Toucan pirate ship was the first to break through the 'boundary wall'?" Charles paused for a few seconds. "I'd like to know if anyone had broken through the 'boundary wall' before that?"

"You actually noticed the boundary wall?" Diana hesitated for a moment. "You're nothing like an ordinary goblin."

"Just out of curiosity."

"Do you know what a boundary wall is?"

"I know that," Charles nodded. "Someone told me that."

"I know that," Charles nodded. "Someone told me that."

"It's that Naga, isn't it?" Diana glanced around, but Pazani was nowhere to be seen. "As an ancient intelligent race, they certainly know a lot."

Charles didn't offer much explanation, but quietly waited for the other party's answer.

"I don't know if anyone has crossed the boundary wall before, because it's extremely rare, even rarer than finding a white goblin among green goblins," Diana continued, ignoring Charles's embarrassed expression. "The only recorded instance of crossing the boundary wall and returning is the 'Flying Fat Lady.' Of course, you might not know this, just know that they were also a ship."

"And the 'Toucan' pirate ship also successfully returned to this world before them, but," she paused for two seconds, as if gathering her thoughts, "but unlike that ship, Captain Shamrah's ship had no living people on board."

"How did they get through?" Charles continued to ask.

"I don't know," Diana shook her head. "These things were only told to me by 'Uncle,' but it seems that his memories have been damaged, and there are many things he can't remember."

"Your memory has been corrupted?" Charles frowned; this answer was somewhat unexpected.

"Yes," Diana nodded, then seemed to remember something, "there's something they often talk about."

She stared into Charles's eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "Never try to cross the boundary wall."

"Don't cross the boundary wall?" Charles murmured, repeating himself. He thought of what Agatha had said before, that the ancestors of the twelve bloodlines did not want to leave behind a way to cross the boundary wall. Could it be that there was something outside the boundary wall that they could not tell the world?

The thought of Agatha's claim that the twelve bloodlines could summon astral beings like Lupus made him uncertain. "Could it be that there's a zoo outside the boundary wall?"

Now, Lupus is surrounded by many female Starhounds, some of whom have visibly enlarged bellies and have shown a much greater interest in eating animal organs.

However, Lupus continued to diligently mate with other female dogs, which greatly reduced its fighting ability. In order to protect this only breeding source, Ciel had to give up bringing Lupus into battle.

"Okay, I understand. You can leave after you've finished taking inventory," Charles said, nodding after getting the information he wanted.

Captain Byron seemed to have reached a conclusion as well, and he walked toward Charles with a pleased expression.

"Looks like there's more good news."

…………

In the Nightmare Forest, a figure emerged from the bushes, a piece of meat from some unknown animal dangling from his mouth, his face grim as he gazed into the distance.

How much further until we get out of the forest?

The man's hair was messy, and he had stubble on his face, making him look somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or decadent). His armor was also damaged, with only the six-winged longsword on his chest barely visible.

"Just you wait, I swear I won't let you get away with this."

He spat out the bone from his mouth with a fierce bite, his eyes turning unusually venomous.