Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

The effect of the High Angel's Feathers was beyond Charles's expectations. When he retrieved all the feathers from the old man Marshall, the old man's expression was clearly not good.

However, compared to magical equipment, a phoenix is ​​clearly more attractive.

It was, after all, a mythical creature.

The thought of a giant phoenix perched in his city filled Xia Er with joy. However, after obtaining the phoenix egg, the chick inside remained unresponsive, which gave him a headache. He didn't know how to get the baby phoenix to hatch. He couldn't very well sit on the egg and incubate it all day long. Besides, the book "Where Are the Mythical Creatures?" didn't say what to do after obtaining a phoenix egg.

Now that things have finally started to move, Charles has finally seen a glimmer of hope.

The phoenix, the king of the sky, is another mythical creature that is even larger in size: the Leviathan, which roams the sky. However, this creature, which looks like a giant whale, is no longer seen and only appears in ancient myths, becoming a true "mythical creature".

Phoenixes are incredibly fast flyers, immune to magical attacks, and can breathe fire. Their feathers can also ignite on their own. Historical records state that a lord, audacious enough to try and capture a phoenix, was wiped out by a "meteor shower" caused by the phoenix flapping its burning wings.

More importantly, this creature is very difficult to kill; if there is even the slightest spark around its corpse, the phoenix can be resurrected from the spark.

"If we can raise it, it will be the city's future guardian." Charles had a wonderful idea. If there really was a mythical creature guarding the city, he wouldn't be afraid of the Crusaders or the Feathered Serpent.

The royal family of the Kingdom of Fran won the war to establish their nation by relying on their friendship with a white dragon.

The last "Mad King" of the Sword and Rose family acted recklessly, which directly led to the rebellion of the nobles. At that time, almost all the nobles in the country participated in the uprising, but it gradually developed into a noble war. However, this is understandable, since the nobles have no morality, only "interests".

The Golden Flower family was also one of the military forces, and although their own strength was not top-notch, they gradually controlled most of the kingdom with the help of a white dragon, until they finally established the Kingdom of Fran.

Charles was quite familiar with this "Battle of the Fallen Flowers," as it was one of the few history classes he had listened to attentively at the Royal Capital Grammar School.

The white dragon named "Terendelive" was the same one that was slain by the hero Siegfried in 110 AD. What exactly happened in between is unknown to Ciel.

"So these mythical creatures can be unpredictable at times," Charles said, sitting at the table. He stroked his chin, "After all, humans are too big for them, let alone goblins."

"Fortunately, I raised this phoenix baby myself," he smiled, thinking of this. "It should be somewhat closer to me and not so 'rebellious'."

Now we just need to wait patiently, and in the meantime, let Uncle Musa find an opportunity to ask Vivian to see if he can get more advice on hatching the phoenix.

With that in mind, Charles took out some paper and prepared to write a letter to the uncle.

The letter also included some materials that the uncle needed to purchase, especially various materials for the Naga to make potions, as well as mithril.

The Naga elders finally agreed to cooperate with the goblins and were willing to concoct potions, which pleased Sharl. He could finally try to let his men explore the realm of magic.

Now he owns his own city, although it is still a dilapidated ruin. But a "ruin lord" is still a "lord". Who can say that one day Xia Er will not become a true "city lord"?

The city is dilapidated, but that's nothing; he still has thousands of brothers.

Life was tough, but that was nothing; he still had thousands of brothers.

The subordinates are weak in combat, which is nothing to worry about...

This is still something.

Those few thousand goblins are simply not enough to kill a demon god or a Crusader army. Sharl must accelerate the pace of accumulating strength.

If one day in the future the city is almost fully built, and then some monster falls from the sky, laughing and saying, "Since you've prepared everything for me, I'll gladly accept it," then it would be a huge loss.

"I never expected that even in another world, the strategy of 'building high walls and storing up grain before declaring oneself king' would still be effective." Charles smiled wryly; the wisdom of his ancestors was truly remarkable.

"Building high walls" means enhancing the strength of one's subordinates to the point where they can withstand external enemies, and learning magic is an important step in this process.

"Storing up grain" and "delaying the declaration of kingship" are preparations that the Shire makes for the day when he breaks out of the forest and takes back everything that originally belonged to him.

"It's just that learning magic will probably be very difficult for goblins." Charles smiled wryly. He knew it would be difficult, but he still had to do it. For goblins, the Nightmare Forest could provide a lot of magical beast materials, which were all good materials for making magical items. And magical items would have greater power in the hands of a magician.

It's not practical for goblins to risk their lives to kill magical beasts, then make them into various magical items to sell to humans, only for humans to come to the forest with those magical items and "clean their ears" more quickly.

If you come to "clean your ears" before killing a monster, and you come to "clean your ears" again after killing a monster, then I killed the monster for nothing?

"Learning magic is a must." This is the future goal that Charles set for himself. He even wants to build a magic academy around the forest one day to teach some talented people or goblins how to learn magic.

At this time, magical inheritance was basically "master-disciple inheritance." Old mages would find children with the talent to learn magic, take them under their wing, and teach them magic. Strictly speaking, this was still at the level of "oral transmission."

Just like her younger sister Vivian, if her father hadn't spent a lot of money to hire the high-ranking archmage Victor to perform a "magical demonstration," they wouldn't have discovered her magical talent. This is what the old mage meant when he said, "If I hadn't been greedy for those gold coins, I might have missed this excellent prospect."

But Charles always felt that this method of inheritance was very inefficient, or rather, more "monopolistic." Although some magicians liked to gather together and form so-called magic schools, learning magic was still a rarer event for ordinary people than being killed by a bag full of huge amounts of gold coins.

More importantly, the people who are going to learn magic are a bunch of goblins. Just thinking about this makes Ciel's forehead veins throb.

Imagine an old mage in a blue robe, with a white beard that reaches his waist, saying to the students below, "Everyone, turn to page 30. Today we're going to talk about the origin of magic fields." Then a bunch of goblins in the audience start tearing at the incomprehensible books. The scene is just too "interesting".

"It's tough," Ciel sighed. "Hogwarts wasn't built in a day, after all."

"Magic matters can only be dealt with slowly," he said, opening his notebook and beginning to write down his thoughts. "The best way for this world to resist magic is to fight magic with magic. Even if there are some anti-magic runes or scrolls, they are too extravagant to be widely used."

"Now, while building the city, we can first integrate the combat forces."

No magicians? No problem! The latest chapter is ready! Book lovers, hurry back! Anyway, those high-level archmages won't pay attention to goblins living at the bottom of the "food chain." In the future, you'll mostly encounter "mage apprentices," these low-level mages. Their power is limited, and they can win with bows and arrows, spears, or "bang bang fruits."

Now that the tribe's strength has grown, the ranks have become more diverse. Some of the stronger goblins following the Red Eyes prefer to charge into battle wielding their weapons, while some of the weaker goblins prefer to stay in the back, using crossbows or shortbows to fire arrows from the shadows and manipulating rune mortars. There are also centaurs who have sworn allegiance, but these guys are better suited for archery and raiding, and they cannot ride giant ants, which makes them unable to fight at long distances.

More importantly, the group lacks a leader.

This is what Charles realized after fighting Quetzalcoatl. As the leader of his tribe, he didn't have much experience in leading troops. After all, before he transmigrated, he could only use the right mouse button to select a box on the computer and then click "A". But in reality, he couldn't do that.

Just like when they fought the Feathered Serpent God, when the god suddenly appeared, all the goblins panicked. If it weren't for the skeleton warriors holding them off for a while, perhaps most of those thousands of goblins would have died.

At that moment, Charles himself was briefly bewildered, and then he charged forward recklessly, despite having the support of Pazzani and... They eventually drove away Quetzalcoatl, but this was by no means something a commander should do.

"If we continue to be such a disorganized bunch when fighting the army in the future, the only result will be a rout." Charles didn't want to see that outcome. On one hand, he still wanted to reclaim Torch City, which originally belonged to the Melo family. On the other hand, he wanted to live openly in front of humans, even if it was in the form of a goblin.

However, at this stage, for goblins, only by winning can they gain the recognition of humans. No one will readily recognize a race whose ears are only worth 3 silver coins.

"We still need to find a commander." Charles raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Red Eye and Little John are good fighters, but they prefer one-on-one combat. Orek and Pazzani can lead small groups of troops, but these two are only familiar with their own tribe's fighting style. Uncle Musa is a good candidate, but he currently needs to travel between Torch City and Plantagenet City, so he can't contact the troops at all.

"We still need to find a commander." Charles raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Red Eye and Little John are good fighters, but they prefer one-on-one combat. Orek and Pazzani can lead small groups of troops, but these two are only familiar with their own tribe's fighting style. Uncle Musa is a good candidate, but he currently needs to travel between Torch City and Plantagenet City, so he can't contact the troops at all.

To be honest, Charles preferred the position of "President of the Crusades".

The girl with the high ponytail, wielding four long swords, and even eventually transforming into an angel, all left a deep impression on Ciel.

But what caught Charles's attention even more was the title of President. This was not something that could be held by force alone. The Crusader was the only armed force of the Church of War, just as the Druid Society was the armed force of the Church of Life. If war required it, the Crusader would also be needed on the battlefield.

Just like during the "Battle of the Fallen Flowers," the armed forces of the four major churches also participated to some extent.

To become the President, one must have exceptional abilities in commanding operations and battlefield control. The fact that that girl could become the President surprised Charles greatly.

"It's just a pity that he definitely wouldn't want to be the commander of the goblin army." Charles shook his head with a smile. The Crusader Army, which claims to sweep away evil, was led by a group of "despicable" goblins to sweep away evil. It's absurd no matter how you look at it.

"I'll have to try to learn combat command myself." He sighed and added the request to the paper: "Buy more books on tactical command."

"Chief," a goblin called out as it entered the bookstore, "the latest note."

"Oh, give it to me." Charles waved his hand, signaling his subordinate to place the "intelligence report" on the table. After dismissing the subordinate, he picked up the report and looked at its contents.

"Hmm? 50 gold coins?"

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"You must hand over this money now."

At the Moonlit Inn in Giesecke Town, the manager spoke respectfully to a group of "ragged" humans in front of him, though his actions were respectful, his expression was cold.

"Can't we just put it in the books first? I'll find a way to get the money over here as soon as I get to Black Lion City," Diana said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Miss..." The supervisor glanced at Diana, who was dressed in white armor, and was about to say something.

However, a paladin interrupted him directly, "This is our president's residence, not some young lady."

"Presidential leader?" The manager's tone was slightly mocking. A young girl was actually the president of this group of ragged "muscle men." "Well, Miss Presidential Leader, you've booked many rooms in the hotel and boarded such a large flock of griffins in the hotel's stables. We have to spend a lot of effort every day to feed them."

"I know, I know, I'll pay." Diana waved her hand, stopping the paladins behind her, "but I don't have that much on me right now."

"Are you really the Crusaders?" The supervisor sized up the girl in front of him, as well as the group of sullen "muscle men" standing behind her.

Although Diana had tied her hair back into a high ponytail, her armor was covered in scratches and had several cracks, making it look very old. The group of muscular men were even more "shabby," wearing only thin clothing for winter, which, although made of decent fabric, was still somewhat inappropriate.

"Of course we are," Diana nodded firmly.

"I'm sorry, Miss President, but Earl Valentine has raised the tax rate again, so we can't let you buy on credit. Either you leave those griffins and this group of paladins—" the manager pointed to the paladins behind Diana, "and these knights—here and go get the money themselves, or you can pawn the griffins to us."

"No, we won't mortgage the griffin," Diana shook her head.

"Then we'll just have to send these guys to the docks to do manual labor and earn money to pay off the debt," the supervisor shrugged.

Diana frowned. To be honest, she could kill this ordinary human with a single sword strike, but this was different from the goblins in the forest, especially since this was an earl's territory.

She glanced back at the paladins, pondering whether to let them stay a little longer until she got the money from the nearest church of war, then rushed over. But that would cost her even more.

"Don't you have any on you at all?" Diana asked, pursing her lips.

"No," the paladins exchanged glances, "the goblins took everything."

With a "pfft," the supervisor burst out laughing upon hearing the paladins' words, earning him the glares of all the paladins.

"Alright." Diana sighed. She regretted not taking enough money with her when she left the base, and she hadn't even taken her identification with her. Otherwise, she could have tried to borrow some money from the bank.

"Manager." A hotel staff member ran up to the manager and whispered a few words in his ear.

"They're quite wealthy."