Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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"Rondo, you're late."

In the dark gray fog, the four people turned to look at the mage Rondo who emerged from the fog.

They sat upright in the mist, as if they were sitting in a chair, but there was only swirling mist beneath their bottoms.

"It's nothing, just something came up and I was held up." Rondo said, then sat down on the side.

The five people formed a circle, with steam rising in front of them, as if there were a round table in the middle.

"Things will be on track tomorrow," Rondo said, glancing at the other four. "After so many years of planning, we can start wrapping things up now."

"Oh?" The man in the middle glanced at Rondo. "Is it finally starting?"

Rondo grunted in agreement, then stretched out his hand and waved it. The mist in front of him began to change constantly, rising and falling. Soon, a city miniature formed by mist appeared in front of the five of them. If Charles were here, he would definitely exclaim in surprise, "Isn't this Plantagenet City?"

"Rudel will lead troops to the prison tomorrow to bring back the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Fran, but things won't be that easy," Rondo smiled. "I don't think the other two princes will let such a good opportunity slip by."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his hand, and with that movement, the dark gray mist crashed down, turning back into a swirling mass.

"High Priest, my business here is complete. Shall I continue to follow the Grand Duke of the North?"

As soon as Rondo finished speaking, the gray-haired man in the middle covered his mouth with his hand and coughed a few times. "No, it's not time yet."

After speaking, the high priest looked to his left. "Serviln, what about you over there?"

Following the high priest's gaze, a man on the left, dressed in a long black robe with his hood pulled low, revealing only a smooth chin, slowly said, "Things are still progressing, but we can already see hope. We'll see results this summer."

Serhir's voice was clear and crisp, and she sounded like a woman who wasn't very old, but what she said next made Rondo's lips curl into a smile.

"In the summer, the entire Argonne kingdom is expected to suffer a complete crop failure, and as far as I know, the officials are trying to embezzle and resell the grain that was previously stored. After the summer, the entire Argonne kingdom will be plunged into a great famine."

"Very good," the High Priest nodded, "that's when we really need Rondo."

"High Priest, what do you require of me?" Rondo bowed slightly, his expression very respectful.

"Find a way to loosen the control over the Great Nest, let Argon's cavalry charge into the Kingdom of Fran, and let the flowers of war bloom even more beautifully." The High Priest calmly finished speaking, then covered his mouth and coughed again.

"I understand. When the time comes, as long as we make Grand Duke Rudel fall ill at an inopportune time, the eldest prince will definitely make the choice that best suits him," Rondo nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "Revenge, what an intimate word."

"You must be careful and absolutely cannot make any mistakes." The high priest frowned and emphasized again.

Rondo and Sergey bowed respectfully, indicating that they remembered.

"When these two countries descend into complete chaos, that will be the time for the phoenix to emerge." The high priest smiled, then glanced at the four people before him. "How is the phoenix egg now?"

"It's still in the forest. As you know, it's not easy to break through the eggshell's protection. It will take some time. Once enough time has passed, the venom will completely seep into the egg. Only then will the phoenix that hatches be a mad phoenix."

Sitting to Rondo's right was an old man in a gray robe with a long beard, who was smiling as he introduced the priest.

"Make sure there are no problems with the phoenix eggs." The high priest nodded. "They are our important 'backup plan'."

A mad phoenix, while flying in the sky, will constantly flap its wings and throw out a large number of fireballs. These fireballs will indiscriminately attack everything on the ground, and the ground will be engulfed in flames. People can only helplessly watch the sky as the meteor shower falls like a doomsday judgment.

"Don't worry," the gray-robed elder nodded heavily. "The feathered serpent is guarding the phoenix egg. I don't sense any problems with its life. At most, it's hibernating and experiencing some minor fluctuations. It will awaken after spring."

"Once this arrangement is fully realized, we will be able to remind the world of the Creator God's majesty once again," the high priest said calmly to the four people, pressing his hands together. "The time has come for the four gods to usurp power. At that time, people will witness the resurrection of the Creator God."

"High Priest," Rondo hesitated for a moment, "Won't the Church of the Four Gods interfere with us?"

"The Church?" The high priest scoffed. "They're too busy dealing with their own mess."

Seeing the four people looking like they were listening attentively, the high priest smiled and explained, "The chosen one of the Church of Life has been killed. Now they are preparing to find a new chosen one. However, they only want the body of the chosen one, but they plan to insert a soul to replace it. But such a secret technique is not so easy."

"The chosen ones of the Church of War have just suffered a heavy blow, even losing an arm, and some members of the Holy Army have begun to waver. The Church of War is now having a headache about what to do in the future."

"The Church of Light's chosen ones are hiding very well; there's no news about them at all, as if they've never had any chosen ones."

"The worst off is the Church of the Night. Their chosen one, Charles Mello, has now turned into a goblin and is hiding in the Nightmare Forest. The Church of the Night is constantly searching for him. I'd like to see the expressions on the faces of these priests and bishops when they finally find Charles."

Upon hearing the high priest's words, the four of them burst into laughter. Serhir even remarked, "In that case, this war of the gods is going to be quite exciting."

"So impressive that they think the chaos on the mainland is their 'masterpiece'," the gray-robed old man said with a smile.

"You still shouldn't let your guard down." After the four finished laughing, the high priest waved his hand, and the dark gray mist returned to calm. "The chosen ones still possess some divinely bestowed abilities."

"Like the God of life, who will bestow upon the chosen ones boundless vitality."

"Then, become the chosen one to become a goblin?" Serhir raised his head slightly, a mocking smile curving his lips on his smooth chin.

"A gift from fate."

The high priest didn't explain much, only uttering a short word.

"Becoming a goblin is also a gift?" Rondo chuckled from the side.

"Perhaps this gift is cruel."

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"This gift is really nice."

Charles grinned as he looked at the two high-grade magic crystals in his hand. He hadn't expected that he would exchange two dragon bones for the highest quality magic crystals.

According to Uncle Musa, this thing is so rare that even on the black market in Golden Flower City, it's priceless and unavailable.

Of course, those who are willing to pay a price are the high-level mages. Things like magic crystals and mithril are controlled by nobles or royalty. Mages need to do some things for the nobles in order to exchange these items as payment.

Of course, some mages like to use tricks, such as using fireballs to grill the nobles.

However, it cannot be denied that high-grade magic crystals are still very rare.

Charles was now very grateful for the kobold Linghua's suggestion. When he took out the two dragon bones, the sect leaders sitting on the high seats were clearly tempted.

When he said that there were only these two dragon bones left, the kobold leaders became even more agitated. This was where dreams began, and where dreams came true.

Compared to the previous dragon bone, the dragon bone provided by Sharl was clearly the bone of a giant dragon, but it was unknown which part it was from. The skull that appeared at the kobold council meeting was just the skull of a two-legged wyvern.

The wyvern, despite having the word "dragon" in its name, is strictly speaking a "pseudo-dragon."

The kobolds are a magical race; their noses are like a magical ability, allowing them to not only distinguish the "smell" of magic crystals buried deep underground, but also to tell the quality of dragon bones.

When Charles looked at those two huge bones, he couldn't recognize them as dragon bones at all. There was no way to tell, since there were no names engraved on them, and the gray bones made it impossible for anyone to associate them with something as prestigious as "dragon bones."

So, after he put down the "only" two pieces of dragon bone, the leader of this group of kobolds began to put on a show of changing faces.

Instead of sitting upright, they began to blame, undermine, and hurl insults at each other. Everyone seemed to be talking about the contributions their clan had made to the kobold race, and some even cried as they recounted how many young kobolds in their clans had been killed by the savage minotaurs.

They abandoned their previous haughty demeanor and began to treat Ciel with kindness and even a fawning expression.

This made Charles feel a little amused.

You've finally met your match.

If it weren't for Linghua's reminder to keep it up, Ciel would probably have already gotten into character.

Let me show you who the real Best Actor is.

However, thanks to Linghua's suggestion, the leader of this group of kobolds was clearly not stupid. Although it took a long time for two clans to finally offer a substantial price.

No one who becomes a leader is easy to deal with.

Next, the chew stick that Charles brought out received unanimous praise from the kobolds.

This time, many clans offered magic crystals for exchange, but most of them were of low quality, with very few being of ordinary quality.

However, given the sheer number of items, Charles promised to continue the exchange in the future.

They also promised to help the other clans search the forest for dragon bones.

After the exchange was discussed, Sharl followed Lan Luoli back to the cave goblin's encampment.

After Lan Luoli showed her companions several new books, she began to recount her experiences over the past few days. The towering square pyramids, the intricate caves, and the enormous elephant goblin all caused the cave goblins to gasp in amazement.

The centaurs, with their incredibly accurate archery, the goblins with healing abilities, and the naga who could use water magic, clearly put the cave goblins at ease.

It's clear that even though Lan Luoli has said many times that goblins are very strong, they still regard the small goblins as "protected ones" of those races.

"That's how it is," Charles said with a smile, spreading his hands. "Now you know the details."

He didn't intend to immediately correct the cave goblins' views; some things needed to be seen and heard for oneself.

"What can we do for you?" a cave goblin asked cautiously.

"Good question," Charles snapped his fingers. "I've already thought of what you can do."

As he spoke, he glanced at the cave goblins in front of him and saw that they all shrank back in fear.

"Don't worry, you won't be doing those arduous tasks," Charles said with a smile, waving his hand. "You can just do what you do best."

"What are you best at?" Lan Luoli blinked her bright blue eyes and asked.

"Yes," Charles nodded, "You are responsible for teaching the other goblins to read and do arithmetic."

These cave goblins mostly speak the common language and have even learned to write. Many of them have mastered simple addition and subtraction, making them highly educated individuals for the goblin race.

It would be a terrible waste not to let them teach the other goblins.

Once the goblins begin to read and write, they can try to understand the books and comprehend what is written in them.

Ciel had always tried his best to ensure his future survival. If he could not turn back into a human, he would have to live as a goblin. This meant that he had to make sure that goblins could walk openly among humans.

Those proud and arrogant nobles were not so easily able to accept this "reality".

Therefore, the Shire has begun to accumulate its own strength, and now it also has heavy infantry such as the Minotaur.

In terms of ordinary military strength, he is not lacking, but he would have a headache if he faced the enemy's mage team.

Even if some magic rune arrays can be used to defend against the enemy mage team's "bombardment", the mage still needs to operate the magic array to activate it.

The prerequisite for having a group of magicians is literacy.

You can't just guess what's written in a magic book, can you? You might even be holding the book upside down.

Now, the cave goblins have made up for this shortcoming, and Shire is preparing to adjust the tribe's working hours, setting aside some time for "night school".

I don't expect all goblins to become college students. As long as they can read, count to more than one hundred, and do basic addition and subtraction, that's enough.

As for magical talents, once you've prepared the soil, fertilized it, sown the seeds, and watered it, something will naturally grow.

"We're going to teach?" Lan Luoli's eyes widened as she looked at Charles in surprise. "Are we all going?"

"Yes," Charles nodded with a smile, "just like the kobolds you teach, only the students are forest goblins, or maybe other races."

These cave goblins speak goblin and common language, and are literate, making them perfect teachers.

Unlike the other whispering cave goblins, Lan Luoli lowered her head and remained silent. She twisted her clothes with her hands. These were specially changed for her by Xia Er. Her original clothes were very tattered, and there was nothing of value in the cave.

A minute later, as if she had made up her mind, Lan Luoli turned and ran into the depths of the mine. Not long after, she came to Xia Er's side again.

She knelt before Charles, holding two blue spheres in her hands. "Chief, please accept our allegiance."

These cave goblins are completely different from the green goblins in the forest. They behave more like humans, without touching ankles or making any noise.

"What is this?" Charles frowned as he looked at the object in the other person's hand. His intuition told him that this seemed to be the "thing" he remembered.

"These are the eyes of our former clan leader." Lan Luoli raised her head slightly, her azure eyes brimming with tears. "As our new leader, please accept them."

"This is all we can offer."

The Eye of the Sky is a precious jewel, but the eyeball in Lan Luoli's hand was clearly not well preserved, resulting in a somewhat dull color.

However, if sold at a lower price, it can still fetch a lot of money.

However, this is also a "relic" left by the chieftain of the cave goblins to his tribe, intended to be used to ensure the safety of the entire tribe when necessary.

Charles looked at those two eyes, his lips twitched, and finally, he calmly said:

"Put them away and bury them with your chieftain. From now on, your eyes belong only to yourselves, and no one can easily take them away."