Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Why is it just water?" Ciel looked at the wooden cup, his tone slightly disdainful.

"Who told you to take all the chrysanthemum tea?" Agatha the Witch complained. "Take it or leave it."

Charles chuckled and took a sip of water.

"What are you doing here again? Have you finished picking the herbs?" Agatha ignored Charles and instead mixed the herbs on the side.

"Oh, is that so? I wanted to ask you if you still have any healing potions?" Charles asked with a smile.

"No more, you took them all last time." Agatha didn't turn her head, picked out the herbs, put them in the mortar and pestle, and began to grind them back and forth.

"Oh right, the beast core I promised you last time." Xia Er jumped off the chair and rummaged through the package on the ground.

"You got it?" Agatha asked in surprise. "That makes sense. You have human friends; they can get low-level beast cores from the black market."

"It's not a low-level beast core," Charles said.

"That's damaged. It's probably not very effective, and the Adventurers' Guild is unlikely to take it back." Agatha pouted and continued grinding the medicine.

"Here you go." Charles handed the Devilclaw Bear's core directly to the other party.

"This...this is intermediate level." Agatha raised her eyebrows, her eyes wide. "Where did you get this? Did you rob the Adventurers' Guild in Goat's Horn?"

"Just tell me if you want it or not?" Charles jumped onto the chair, put one hand behind his back, and stood up with his chest puffed out and belly bulging.

"Yes, yes, old classmate." Agatha put down the medicine grinder, looked at the goblin standing on the chair, and said eagerly.

"What did you call me?"

"Chairman," Agatha immediately corrected herself, then took out a small packet of tea leaves, brewed a cup of tea for Charles, and respectfully offered it to him, "Please have some tea."

Charles looked down at the blooming flowers in the wooden cup. "Didn't you say there was no more tea? What's this?"

"Golden flower tea."

"The one the Fran royal family drinks?" Charles asked in surprise.

"Yes, that's right."

"What about the chrysanthemum tea from the archipelago?" Charles asked.

"Here it is." Agatha took a bag the size of a human head from the cupboard. "It's full of chrysanthemum tea."

"You really are something, even with old classmates..." Charles was speechless.

"No, no, Chairman is truly amazing. Your human friend actually managed to get his hands on a mid-level beast core. When can you introduce me to him?" The old hag, whose face was covered in wrinkles, smiled radiantly.

"This is where I led my men to fight," Charles corrected the other man.

"Edit."

"My men are very obedient."

"Edit."

"They are very capable."

"Edit."

"Fine, believe it or not." Sharl gave up. The other party clearly didn't believe that a goblin could kill a mid-level magical beast. "I can give you the beast core, but I want 20 healing potions and a large bottle of sleeping potion."

"Chairwoman, I don't have any healing potions here right now," Agatha said.

"Use your initiative; you can do it right now."

"But I have to rush to complete an order from the Adventurers' Guild," Agatha said tactfully.

"You can adjust the work order and catch up on the work. Young people need to be able to endure hardship and not let me down."

"You..." Agatha gritted her teeth.

"Hmm?" Xia Er held up the beast core and waved it in front of the other party.

Agatha angrily tidied up the half-processed herbs on the table and began preparing the ingredients for the healing potion. As she picked through the herbs, she muttered under her breath, "Damn goblin, bad guy, I'll crush you."

"Oh, heh." Charles coughed deliberately. "This beast core is really good. There might be other beast cores in the future."

Agatha stopped grumbling and said while grinding the herbs, "Didn't you take 20 tubes last time? Why do you want more?"

"I've finished drinking."

"Are you going to eat this? People cook rice and pour water, are you going to pour medicine on it?" Agatha shouted.

"I have a large family."

Agatha was so angry that she ignored Ciel, and the only sound coming from the cabin was the grinding of herbs.

"By the way, do you know about trolls?" Sharl broke the silence first.

Agatha ignored Ciel, but a thick book on the bookshelf flew to Ciel's feet.

"Page 338, see for yourself," Agatha said.

"Is that amazing? You even remember the page numbers."

"Besides brewing medicine here and selling it in 'Drink-Undying', what else can I do?" Agatha said irritably.

Charles chuckled and turned to page 338.

"Trolls, also known as mountain monsters or limbless monsters in the dwarven language, generally live in forests or caves. They have a rugged appearance, are taller than ordinary people, and are generally of low intelligence. When fighting, they will pull up small tree branches as clubs and sometimes throw boulders. They usually attack all living things, and are especially hostile to humans. Their innate and terrible appetite drives them to devour anything they can catch."

"Why are you suddenly asking about trolls?" Agatha asked, looking at Charles.

"Oh, get ready to take some men to fight two trolls." Charles was engrossed in reading and didn't even look up.

"They are very difficult to deal with." Agatha looked at the other person seriously. "The books say that adventurers who encounter trolls should flee immediately, as they possess terrifying regenerative abilities."

"Yes, I saw the record in the book." Charles nodded.

"Breaking bones or cutting the skin will only anger them. Troll wounds heal very quickly. If only limbs are severed, the dismembered parts will still maintain life functions. The troll will simply reattach the severed limbs. Although it won't restore them to their original state immediately, if properly bandaged, they will grow back together in less than a day. This also results in some trolls having strangely shaped limbs. Only strong acid and fire can stop their regeneration, and trolls will prioritize attacking enemies who use fire and strong acid."

"I don't recommend you attack the trolls. If you absolutely must fight, you should call on your human friend, since he can defeat mid-level magical beasts," Agatha said.

"I already said, he's my subordinate..." Charles waved his hand.

"Charles," Agatha called out, interrupting him. She said earnestly, "I don't want anything to happen to you. After all, you're my only friend now, and it's lonely for you to be all alone in the forest."

Charles closed the book, picked up the beast core, and placed it in front of Agatha. "Don't worry, old classmate, I'll be fine."

"Also, could I borrow this book to take a look at?" Charles asked calmly. "I also need some glass jars."

"Take whatever you want," Agatha said casually, already preparing to start brewing herbs in the bubbling pot.

Charles got up and went to the bookshelf, choosing a natural history book and a poetry collection. He kept the natural history book for himself and gave the poetry collection to Bucktooth, who was currently learning Common Tongue. The poetry collection had simple sentences and would be helpful to him.

"Oh, right," Agatha suddenly remembered something, "Next time you come to my place, if I'm not here, just knock on the little bell next to me."

She pointed to the small bronze bell placed against the wall, and then recited: "Salamanthuru".

With a "whoosh," a black rift suddenly appeared, and a huge blue object shot out from it, nearly hitting Xia Er.

"This is Lupus, my summoned beast. If I'm not here, ring the bell and it will appear. Just write your message on a piece of paper and give it to it."

Charles stared intently at the colossal beast before him. It was an astral hound, its body a translucent pale blue, with darker eyes and mouth, and its interior shimmering with star-like highlights.

This giant dog is over one meter tall at the shoulder, and if it were standing upright, it would probably be two meters tall.

Lupus wagged its tail and pounced on Agatha. "Ah!" She was knocked down.

"Wow, that's amazing! Can you give it to me?" Charles's eyes lit up.

"Dream on, don't even think about it." Agatha got up from the ground, pushed the dog's head away, and said, "Rupert, stop licking."