Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Next one, take this." Charles pulled out a sheepskin and handed it to his subordinate.

The goblin underling took the fur, rubbed it against his face, and made silly "hehe" noises.

But he immediately remembered the stains on his face, nervously unfolded the fur, and when he found several black marks on it, his face immediately fell, and he almost burst into tears.

"Okay, don't be sad, you can just wash it clean again if it gets dirty," Ciel comforted her.

"Chief, is this mine from now on?" the goblin asked, his big, eager eyes wide.

"Yes, it's yours. No one can take it away, not even me." Charles nodded.

"Mine, mine." The goblin hugged the fur and rubbed it against his face, looking like an old man pressing his face against the bottom of a newborn baby, even his breathing became careful, but Charles knew it was just an ordinary sheepskin.

"Alright, go over there and rub your face against the wool, next." He flicked his finger to send the subordinate away, and another goblin immediately came up behind him. The goblin in front went to a group of companions, who were all enjoying rubbing their faces against the wool, as if they had all eaten mushrooms.

After successfully hunting the Deinonychus, Shire kept his promise and gave each of his men a sheepskin. Winter was coming, and he needed to prepare enough warm clothing for his men so that they wouldn't have to huddle together.

At the same time, Sharl began to instill the concept of private property into the minds of his subordinates. The goblin tribe had no concept of private ownership; the only thing that belonged to them was probably their tattered underwear. After each hunt and gathering, everything was handed over, and the chief would not distribute any items to his subordinates. However, since Sharl was preparing to integrate the goblins in the forest, private ownership was an inevitable step.

"This winter won't be so hard." Charles handed out another fur, and sent his men over to rub their faces against it. He was going to make a lot more fur so his men could make some warm clothes and bedding.

"Make it longer, I want it to be very, very tall." Red Eyes argued with Buck Teeth on the side, wanting the other to use a longer piece of wood to make the bed board.

While Bucktooth was taking care of the slime these past two days, Ciel took the opportunity to teach him how to build a bed and started experimenting with the tools Little John brought. He successfully made his first bed in just half a day.

Ciel lay down and tried it out, finding it rather mediocre. The round pieces of wood were of varying thickness, which was uncomfortable, and the wood was covered in knots and twigs that hadn't been properly cleaned. In the past, Ciel would never have chosen to sleep on such a bed; it would have been torture.

But now, it has become a rare commodity. The Red-Eyed performed very well in this hunt, and Sharl plans to use him as an example and as a test subject to let Bucktooth practice more.

Once Bucktooth is more skilled and John brings more tools, Charles plans to provide each of his men with a bed and a fur coat, so they won't have to sleep on the floor anymore.

"Don't give orders randomly." He went up and kicked Red Eye away. This reckless subordinate had ordered Bucktooth to find a piece of wood nearly 3 meters long to make a bed board. If it was made, it would be enough for a goblin to sleep on, and it certainly wouldn't be sturdy.

"Just choose this length, it'll be enough for him." Charles gestured a spot on the wood for Bucktooth, then continued to work on the fur.

The red-eyed guy, who had been kicked away, stood up in front of the buck-toothed guy again, drooling as he watched him cut wood, humming and hawing, "Hehe, my cut, my cut." Charles looked at him and shook his head. Luckily, the idiot didn't say, "Hehe, pretty girl."

"Bang bang bang," a series of knocks rang out, and the white-haired man began to call everyone to eat, but today, for the first time ever, none of the goblins rushed over to line up.

White Hair ladled out a bowl of dried meat porridge and presented it to Charles: "Chief, eat."

Charles handed over the last sheepskin, glanced at the wooden bowl, and frankly said that White Hair's skills had improved, and he no longer saw half-eaten rats, bloated frogs, or colorful bird eggs in the pot.

However, the taste was still indescribable, and Ciel still couldn't accept this strange dish that could make people's faces change drastically and make their eyes roll back after just one bite.

"You guys eat first, eat first," Charles said with a smile.

"Chief, eat." This time, the white-haired man stubbornly pushed the bowl forward.

"Mine isn't done yet," Charles said, then ran towards his small pot as if fleeing.

He looked at the somewhat forlorn white-haired boy and could only smile apologetically.

"Bang bang bang," this time the white-haired goblin banged even louder. All the goblins grabbed the fur in their hands to get the bowl, but found that they couldn't hold the wooden bowl steady while holding the fur. They were reluctant to put the fur down. Finally, some clever one rolled up the fur and stuffed it into his crotch behind his back. Then, he spread his two short legs and went to get the food. As a result, a group of two-legged crabs lined up in front of the big pot.

Red Eyes was the first to finish his meal. He took his bowl and went to the head of the Devilclaw Bear. He sat down on the ground and started eating his porridge while chanting "Siroo siroo". Then the goblins behind him also started eating from their wooden bowls, facing the head of the Devilclaw Bear.

Charles was both amused and exasperated, unsure of what his subordinates were thinking. However, he felt that this might be a way for goblins to express their confidence. Eating in front of a powerful opponent could also be a form of contempt, or perhaps they were simply eating with dinosaurs.

Looking at the head of the Deinonychus, he let out a long breath. The smoke-faced creature that appeared last gave him a bad feeling. The opponent was not weak. However, Xia Er felt that the forest was so big that the opponent might not be able to find him immediately. This would give the goblin time to develop. He needed to improve his strength as soon as possible.

He brought up his control panel.

[Available Abilities: God's Blessing, Lust, Basic Stamina x2, Bewildering Eyes]

Having finally obtained the Eye of Confusion, Sharl has not yet decided who to bestow this ability upon. However, thanks to the hunting during this period, most of his subordinates have basic stamina, and Red Eye and Broken Tooth have also been granted basic strength.

Interestingly, after killing so many slimes, he didn't gain any abilities from them. Ciel thought that maybe the monsters were too weak to extract abilities.

"Next time I see Little John, I'll give him the long toenails of the Devilclaw Bear so he can find someone to make a weapon." Charles glanced back at the storage cave, where there was another intermediate beast core, casually tossed aside.

If adventurers were to pass by at this moment, they would surely cry foul and condemn the goblins for their ignorance, launching a desperate attack to seize the beast cores. But there's nothing they can do; what humans treasure is utterly useless to goblins. Furthermore, Sharl thought that the deeper they ventured, the more magical beasts they would encounter, and winter was the peak season for their appearances. If he trained his team well, the tribe would eventually possess a large number of beast cores.

"This is a headache." Xia Er scratched his bald head. What others were fighting tooth and nail for, he had scattered everywhere like ordinary stones. If he wanted to exchange for supplies, he would have to smuggle beast cores out.

"I wonder if the future hero would be willing to become a smuggler," he teased.