Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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Charles had considered that awakening the elephant's master would be troublesome, but he hadn't expected it to be so dangerous.

The enormous claws of some unknown creature swung about, the cold glint of their nails seeming to tell any uninvited guest who dared to disturb them that death was the best outcome.

Moreover, the claws were too big. After hurriedly dodging, Xia Er didn't even have time to check the opponent's panel. He could only make inferences based on the records in the books he had read.

Now he understood that the master of the elephant spirit must be a legendary archmage with such powerful abilities that even the magical beast he transformed could develop into an evil god.

Therefore, there are differences between different liches.

The owner of a small paw is definitely not as good as the owner of an elephant; the size of the paws alone is different.

If such a huge claw is also a crawling claw, then its size would be dozens of times that of a small claw.

Charles even wondered how big a pot he would need if he were to boil medicine with such a large paw.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to consider this. Afterwards, Shire asked the elephant king if there were any other ways to wake up his master, such as having the minotaurs come over for a bonfire party, challenging them to dance, or finding the white-haired girl and having her make the frog and mouse soup she was good at in front of the pile of bones.

The elephant shook its head, indicating that it did not know how to awaken its master.

"This is a bit tricky." Charles rubbed his temples, realizing he was stuck again.

He absolutely had to keep the elephant herd. With the elephant herd, the tribe could speed up construction. Before there were elephants, when the tribe built houses for the centaurs, a row of centaurs had to stand below carrying logs, and then several strong goblins had to climb up to the roof frame and use ropes to pull the logs to the roof together. This didn't even include putting the beams on the wooden houses.

Once the elephant herd arrives, two elephants can lift a log by raising their trunks together, and the people on top can easily do the job with a little maneuvering.

Even if the house is built big, it won't be difficult, because now Elephant can control the size of its body.

However, there was really no other way at the moment, and Charles and his group could only return to the fortress first, because he had his own plan.

"Well, this is the only way." Charles sighed and spread out a piece of paper on the table.

Then, he picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the paper, "What should I do to awaken the master of Zelda?"

On the paper, the ink smudges continued to move like black tadpoles, just as before, and soon formed a sentence: "You need to enhance your divinity."

"Divinity?" Charles was taken aback, holding the quill pen and unsure what to do.

"I just wanted to wake a sleeping lich, how did that get involved with divinity?" He pursed his lips. "Besides, I'm a goblin now, where am I supposed to get divinity from? To play tricks on my minions?"

He even imagined himself closing his eyes and trembling in front of his subordinates, then saying in a strange tone, "I am the child of the Creator God on earth, and I have now awakened. You must all believe in me from now on." Putting aside whether the goblins would be smart enough to believe him, doing so wouldn't be considered divine; at most, it would just be "neurotic."

"Brother Mo, don't give such abstract answers," Charles said, picking up another sheet of paper. "How can I improve my divinity?"

Shuiyumo moved across the paper and quickly gave the answer: "Go to the Cathedral of Night and the Stars of Fate, and before the statue of Fate, tell them you know Arodia King."

"Huh?" Charles was taken aback again. "Who is Arodia King?"

"Besides, I'm a goblin," he stared at the paper on the table, his fingers gripping the quill pen. If it weren't for the preciousness of Watery Ink, he would have liked to draw a big "X" on the paper right now. "How can you expect a goblin like me to go to the Cathedral of Stars? That's the cathedral of the God of Destiny. I'll be killed before I even get close."

No, it's that I'll be killed as soon as I leave the forest.

He had to take out another piece of paper, carefully consider his words, and then write on it, "In today's world, I am a goblin who wants to awaken the master of Zunesha, but I don't want to be hostile to him. I just want to talk to him about something easy. What should I do? Please give me reasonable suggestions that I can do right now."

As he wrote, Xia Er kept looking at his question, pondering whether to add any conditions. He was afraid that Shui Yumo would give another bizarre answer, such as asking the Church of Destiny to open a church in his forest city. When he was almost finished writing, he deliberately added a sentence: "A method without any danger to life."

He only stopped writing after confirming that there were no problems with the entire sentence.

This time, Shui Yumo's transformation speed was noticeably slower, as if he was thinking about an answer. However, it wasn't much slower; after a maximum of 5 seconds, Shui Yumo gave his answer: "Find the evil book and request the potion recipe."

"A heretical book?" Charles raised an eyebrow. "That seems like a good answer, at least the heretical book treated him quite well before."

He immediately put down the quill pen in his hand, then ran to a corner of his room. After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, he finally found the book "Your Forever Faithful Servant, Little Book" under a pile of heavy objects.

However, the book's surface was already covered in dust, so Charles had to gently blow on it and then wipe the dust off the cover with his hand.

But after all that, the originally black cover instantly turned red, but not like blood; strictly speaking, it was more like the blush on a person's face.

"What's wrong? Why has it changed color?" Charles frowned, then placed the evil book on the table and opened the cover.

Soon, before Charles could even ask a question, words began to appear on the pages of the evil book: "My Lord God, you need not have acted as you did before. How could I, a lowly person, be worthy of your caresses?"

"I'll stroke your head," Charles thought to himself, but he still smiled calmly. "Little Book, I have something I want to ask you."

"Why are you being so polite? If you want advice from me, just ask me directly."

"Uh," Charles was taken aback for a moment. The evil book was as respectful as ever, even a little nauseating. "I, I want to enhance my divinity. Do you have any special potion recipes?"

After saying that, Xia Er maintained his faint smile. Since Shui Yumo said that Xiao Shu could provide the recipe, then there shouldn't be any problem.

However, this evil book is quite powerful; it can even produce divine potions. You have to know that the Chosen Ones are now linked to the Church of the Four Gods. For ordinary people to claim that they possess divinity is simply wishful thinking.

Even the bishops of the four major churches dare not claim that they possess divinity.

So, what formula would you provide for this evil book?

Just as Charles was lost in thought, yet still trying to maintain a composed expression, words began to appear on the evil god's page, though the handwriting was somewhat unexpected.

After a few ellipses, the evil book wrote in tiny, almost invisible font, tremblingly: "I... I am just a spirit, how could I know how to enhance divinity?"

Then, as if startled, the evil book's entire page trembled slightly, as if shaking. "Moreover, please forgive my presumption, but in my opinion, your divinity is already full in the depths of your soul and there is no need for further enhancement. Who gave you this advice? It seems to have some ill intentions."

Charles was stunned again. This answer was different from what he had expected, and it even conflicted with Shui Yumo's advice. "Whom should I believe?"

To be honest, he was more inclined to like Shui Yumo, because that thing was more like a mindless machine, without any emotions or inner calculations.

But an evil book, in the end, is a spiritual object; it has its own thoughts.

"Never mind whose suggestion it was, Little Book, do you really not know the recipe for the potion that enhances divinity?" Charles nodded, deciding to ask first.

"I'm sorry, True God," the evil book's handwriting remained as small as before, "I don't know any recipe that can enhance divinity."

"Alright," Xia Er sighed softly. "Shui Yumo said you knew the formula, but now you say you don't. You're trying to hide it from me."

Charles smiled, then pushed the evil book aside and wrote on a piece of paper with water-ink: "The evil book says it doesn't know any potion recipes that can enhance divinity. How should I torture it to get the answer?"

He even imagined roasting the evil book over a fire until the other party finally cried out in agony and gave him the recipe.

However, Shui Yumo's answer made Xia Er frown again: "We don't need a potion to enhance divinity; we just need a potion that can increase the strength of the soul."

"Just increase soul strength?" Xia Er muttered to himself. This answer made him think again. Shui Yumo's answer before was to increase divinity, but now it has been directly reduced to just increasing soul strength. Is the flexibility in the middle that big?

"A potion to strengthen the soul... I think the evil book gave me one before, but I don't know where I put it." Remembering that the evil book did indeed give a recipe, and that he even had Agatha make a potion for him, and then...

Then it seems that Sophia drank the potion.

Charles rubbed his temples. Fortunately, the potion should be fine, at least not poisonous. Otherwise, his people would have been destroyed by the Church of Life long ago.

However, Shui Yumo's answer this time seems to have some merit. It's just that Xia Er can't be sure that this will improve his divinity. Does that mean that if he keeps drinking that potion, he can eventually become a god? That sounds too far-fetched.

He couldn't help but start to wonder if Shui Yumo was lying to him.

"Little book," Charles put on a smile again, pushed aside the paper with Shuiyumo written on it, and pulled the evil book in front of him, "It's actually not a very difficult potion to obtain. It's the one you gave me before, the one that increases soul strength."

Upon hearing this, the evil book's pages returned to calm. "If it's a potion to enhance soul strength, I can provide the recipe. And, My Lord, how effective was the recipe I gave you before?"

"Huh? The effect?" Charles's lips twitched into a wry smile. After thinking for a few seconds, he said somewhat apologetically, "Well, something happened. After the potion was made, I gave it to a friend of mine. Ah, of course, she needed it too, but, uh, she's very important to me, so I... I gave it to her first."

Charles stammered out a string of words, trying to explain why he hadn't drunk the potion before, but after he finished speaking, the pages of the evil book flipped rapidly a few times, then posed a question that astonished Charles: "She? Is she beautiful?"

Is he jealous?

Charles rubbed his temples. "You're just a wicked book. Stop making such a big deal out of it."

"What's so pretty about her? She's just a round-faced, chubby chicken."

Charles waved his hand, his tone sounding somewhat perfunctory.

However, the evil book flipped through the pages a few more times, and then words appeared: "I understand. Next, I will provide the True God with a new formula. This formula can not only strengthen the soul, but also have a certain soul connection effect."

"Soul link?" Charles frowned. "What does that mean?"

"It's just a small function." The words in the evil book were no longer as small as before, but had become much larger.

"I don't know what will happen," Charles thought for a few seconds before finally nodding. "Okay, give me the formula."

This time, he considered making the potion first and seeing if there were any major problems. If so, he would drink it directly. After all, Shui Yumo said that the formula could enhance divinity, which made Xia Er have some expectations for the potion.

Based on the previous recipe, there shouldn't be any major problems, so we can still trust it for now.

Thinking of this, Charles suddenly remembered something.

The cave goblin gave him some mushrooms from the mushroom man, and he found a place to try planting them.

It is important to know that mushroom people are naturally tall. Books say that they live in huge mushroom forests underground or in swamps, and those mushrooms can grow to a height of nearly ten meters.

Moreover, fungus people hate sunlight, and they will even die if they stay in the sun for too long. Therefore, many fungus people hide under huge mushroom caps.

These mushrooms are also their food. The mushroom people are a very friendly race, and they are happy to let visitors freely come and go in their mushroom forests, and even provide them with shelter.

However, other races cannot eat these mushrooms. On the one hand, the giant mushrooms contain a certain amount of poison, and on the other hand, these mushrooms are not suitable for other races in terms of nutrition.

Now that Xia Er has obtained these mushrooms, as Lan Luoli previously mentioned, cave goblins only eat a small amount at a time to control their intake and prevent themselves from consuming too much toxin.

But now the tribe needs other foods. If this mushroom can be improved, could it become a staple food?

"Little Book, do you have any ideas on how to improve the mushrooms of the Fungus Man?" Charles asked, looking at the evil book in front of him.

The evil book flapped its pages a few more times, saying, "True God, that's not very feasible. Those mushrooms were cultivated and produced by the mushroom people over thousands of years."

"Is that so?" Charles frowned; the answer did indeed seem reasonable.

He was a little unwilling to accept it; the thought of the ten-meter-high mushroom forest turning into nothingness in front of him made him feel a pang of heartache.

Thinking of this, Charles pushed the evil book aside, spread out another sheet of paper, and then picked up a quill pen, dipped it in water and ink.

"How can we make the evil book have a way to improve the poisonous mushroom man and turn it into food that other races can eat?"

Shuiyumo's handwriting changed again, and in the end, only two words remained on the paper:

"Praise it."