Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Many teenagers would secretly save up their pocket money, then go to a small supermarket and lie that they were buying cigarettes for their parents. They would hide in a corner, light one up, take a big drag, cough and choke, and think to themselves, "How could adults like this stuff?" Then they would try a few more puffs and eventually brag to their friends that they had smoked it.

Charles had seen many children like this, and he felt that experienced adventurers were the same.

Because humans are restricted to entering the Nightmare Forest for three days, the amount of beast cores that can be obtained is limited. Although the time can be extended with the help of the Awakening Potion, the cost is too high.

This meant that not just anyone could obtain the secret medicine; only those with close ties to the nobility had a stable supply.

However, after taking the secret potion to enhance their strength, they would be more favored by nobles. So many experienced adventurers would desperately save money, and once they had enough, they would secretly buy a bottle of the secret potion from black market merchants at a high price. When no one was around, they would pour it into their mouths in one gulp. They would feel that they hadn't changed much, but when they saw their companions, they would definitely do a few things and say, "Hey, I'm more manly now."

Therefore, this has led to even more outrageous prices for beast cores on the black market.

Although I don't know the exact price, I'm sure it will be very high.

He even considered getting his hands on the secret formula so he could make it himself, then sell a generic version at a low price, wondering if that would be enough to crush the Kingdom Alchemy Society.

"I wonder if the secret medicine will work on goblins, and if the beast core has any other uses," Charles pondered. He had heard that some people had eaten too much of the secret medicine and ended up as mutated monsters, which was terrifying.

"Forget it, I'll find some time to send the beast cores to Agatha first." Charles decided to take it one step at a time. If he had too many beast cores, he wouldn't hesitate to become an underground smuggling king, since that title suited him well with goblins.

He picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the mixture in the small pot. "It's the result of the last experiment. It's amazing."

The splattering flesh in the glass tank last time made Ciel understand the word "explosion" from a physical perspective for the first time. A transformed rat had covered the entire glass tank. Ciel now understood what Agatha meant by "a long way off." Sometimes he thought he should put his obsession aside for now, after all, being a goblin was much better than being flesh.

If you're a goblin, you can say "Come on, pick up your brother" when you see Vivian; but if you turn into minced meat, you can only say "Come on, scoop up your brother" to your sister.

Charles smiled, scooped up some lunch with a wooden spoon, and tasted it: "Add some salt."

He'd need to make a few more trips to Agatha. Hunting the Terrorclaw Bear showed Sharl the benefits of potions. None of the adventurers he'd killed these past few days had any potions on them, so he deduced that alchemy potions were probably quite expensive. However, he could lead his men to gather herbs and have Agatha brew them, paying only a labor fee. This way, his men could also enjoy a life where "medicines never stop."

Moreover, the entire forest is his own herb garden. If the potion making is not complicated, Xia Er also considers dividing the work among his subordinates: some collect herbs, some process them, and some boil and bottle them. The division of labor is clear, and the operation is streamlined.

Of course, that day is too far away. Let's stick to the established path for now, deepen the cooperation with the "Undying" alchemy workshop, and forge a development path for goblins in the blue ocean of potions. Let's make the material supply forest-based, the potion production goblin-based, and the market coverage black market-based. When everyone in the major kingdoms can have a bottle of "Undying", we will be close to success. After all, who can remember that Bayer originally sold flour?

"Let's rest for a bit, then we'll get to gathering herbs soon." Sharl sprinkled a little salt into the pot. "With winter coming, not only will the herbs decrease, but adventurers and monsters will be even more of a nuisance."

"Manpower is such a headache." Every time he makes a development plan, not having enough manpower is always a big problem. However, he can't rashly merge with other tribes because the rapid expansion of manpower may deplete the resource reserves. This often happened in the game.

However, there were some clues on the obelisk, and Xia Er's consciousness sank down to the front of the obelisk.

The next letter to be unlocked is the Domain Star, a special marking feature that Sharl really wants. If the Terrorclaw Bear was marked before, it won't be able to hide anymore.

The dim, oddly shaped letters that appeared last time are called advancement road signs, and their abilities indicate the conditions for the next advancement.

"Brother Bei, is there any letter that can make me king?" He tapped the stone tablet, but there was no response.

"I'll go take a look north in a few days." Xia Er shook his hand and exited the consciousness space. This stone tablet was quite hard.

The reason he chose the north was because there were dense forests there, which would keep monsters and adventurers at bay, and the north also had what he wanted most right now—a fortress.

Listen to that, what an imposing name: Fortress.

Charles decided to do everything in his power to take it over, making it his future stronghold, just as Liangshan Marsh was to Song Jiang, Wagangzhai to Zhai Rang, and Weihu Mountain to Zuo Shandiao.

I'll make myself a grand marshal's uniform, wear it to my feet, and command my men to train by throwing berries. How impressive!

"Oh, it looks a bit burnt." Ciel smelled the odor and quickly took the pot off the stove.

Just as Charles was about to enjoy his meal, he heard voices from afar. He got up and looked over, and saw several goblins trotting towards him.

The one in front is Nine Fingers, carrying a large bundle on his back, followed by five goblins that are not from his tribe.

Nine Fingers was seriously injured and was asked by Sharl to stay in the cave to recuperate. He was not taken on this hunt for the Devilclaw Bear. When Sharl returned with his men, he could not find him. He asked White Fur and was told that he had gone out alone.

Now he was carrying a pack on his back. Charles gave him a deep look but didn't say anything. Instead, his attention was drawn to the five foreign goblins.

The first impression is that they are thin, extremely thin. There is hardly any flesh on their limbs, their ribs are prominent, and their whole body is hunched over. Because they are so thin, their heads are large and protruding, and their sunken cheeks cause their sharp teeth to protrude, making them look more like ghouls.

Moreover, their bodies were covered in filth and bloodstains, and they were all bruised. Their clothes were so tattered that they could barely cover their bodies. One goblin was even wearing trousers made of leaves and grass stalks.

They huddled behind Nine Fingers, looking timid. Occasionally they would glance up at the goblins eating, their eyes filled with intense longing, but they would immediately lower their heads and avoid eye contact.

When they looked up, Charles could see the appearance of several goblins. They didn't look particularly special, but some of them had no ears and others only had one eye.

"Chief, I'm back," Nine Fingers reported as he stepped forward, and the five goblins followed him.

Charles nodded, his gaze pierced by something.

All five goblins were shackled to a long chain.