Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"You two, slow down," Charles reminded his two subordinates.

They were carrying a long wooden pole with a wooden box tightly bound by ropes hanging from it.

This is the sixth Mind Flayer treasure "box" to be transported out.

They came to the passage between the two rectangular stone chambers, put down the box, and carefully placed it against the wall, next to the five boxes in front of them.

Seeing that his subordinates had finished arranging the items, Xia Er picked up a wooden plaque, wrote "Intermediate Beast Core" on it, and then hung the plaque on the wall behind the box.

"That's fine." He looked at the six wooden crates lined up against the wall in the passageway, beaming. "Once more are moved over, they'll all be placed here."

The seventeen boxes in this passage will be incredibly attractive and irresistible.

Charles smiled and brought up the control panel.

【Name: Mimicry】

[Race: Monster]

[Danger Level: 4, Slightly Strong]

[Personality: Ruthless]

Mimicry monsters, commonly known as treasure chest monsters, are widely found in various dungeons. They can transform into inanimate objects to lure prey, most commonly by mimicking various boxes.

If the adventurer happily steps forward and opens the box, their powerful pseudo-legs will instantly shoot out and wrap around the adventurer. The unfortunate one will have little chance of escape, as the slime attached to the pseudo-legs and the subsequent frantic biting of the mimicry monsters will immediately plunge him into despair.

However, most mimics are very unintelligent and rely more on instinct to hunt. They will simply wait for you to open the box. If you are not greedy, they are just a box that looks a bit old.

However, Charles felt that there were almost no people in the world who were not greedy. People always have something they crave, and Charles knew even better what adventurers liked. He deliberately hung wooden signs with the words "beast cores," "gold coins," and "equipment" on them, hoping to bring them surprises when adventurers "visited" in the future.

"But you, Mind Flayer, have given me quite a few surprises," Ciel remarked.

There were twenty large wooden boxes in a stone chamber, seventeen of which contained mimicry monsters. Fortunately, he was with Furu at the time and did not rush to open them to take a look.

"Those who use mind bombs have dirty hearts."

Only three wooden crates were real wooden crates, crammed together among the mimicry monsters. If seven or eight adventurers squeezed in to open the crates, they would most likely not be able to escape the small stone chamber.

Char decided to move these mimics out and place them in the passageway. That way, when adventurers enter the fortress and pass through the slime breeding area and the brain-eating monster hall, they will be very happy to open the chests marked with beast cores or gold coins.

"The passage is so narrow, it should be very advantageous for the mimicry monster to perform." Charles wrote gold coins on a wooden sign.

"You two continue doing this, put the rest of the mimicry monsters here." After giving his orders, he leisurely walked out of the fortress.

The goblins are currently conducting a thorough cleaning in the fortress. The air is thick with dust, and the stench of slime and blood mixed with the dust is quite unpleasant. After assigning tasks to his men, Sharl immediately went outside.

"Ha!" Red-eyed shouted, swinging his sword to cut down a small tree as thick as a bowl in front of him.

The cut on the sapling was clean, like tofu cut by a cleaver, but Charles knew that the longsword's effect was not limited to that.

"How does it feel?" he asked as he walked over.

"Chief, it feels amazing!" Red Eyes was very excited, beaming with joy, a stark contrast to when he broke the wooden bed earlier.

Ciel took the all-black longsword and stroked its blade. He had found the sword in one of the three boxes and decided to give it to Red Eye.

[Item: Shamrakh Black Sword]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Purpose: Chopping]

[Special Effect: After breaking through the enemy's guard, a dimensional peeling effect will occur, making the slashes smoother]

[Note: Dassas, let's duel! The Toucan pirate ship can only have one captain, and that captain is me.]

"Be careful not to hurt yourself." Charles handed the longsword to his subordinate, adding a word of caution. He didn't want Red Eye to accidentally lose any parts.

Of the Mind Flayer's three chests, one was full of gold coins. Just as he said, he was indeed very rich, which greatly inflated Sharl's net worth. But as the saying goes, the goblin can only treat the gold coins as toys for now.

The other box made Charles very happy. Inside were some nice pieces of equipment and several magic scrolls, including the Shamrah Black Sword. Surprisingly, the magic scrolls were all standard models.

Some magicians create magic scrolls, attaching their own spells to them for personal use or sale. These scrolls are divided into magic scrolls and regular scrolls. Magic scrolls, as the name suggests, require the user to mobilize their mental energy for the spell to take effect, while regular scrolls do not. Magicians incorporate their mental energy into the scrolls during their creation, allowing ordinary people to use them directly.

The price of the standard version is extremely high, and it is usually owned by nobles; commoners have never even seen it.

Charles guessed that this was one of the Mind Flayer's life-saving measures, but he was too arrogant and thought that goblins were easy to deal with, so these measures were not used.

The contents of the third box gave Xia Er a bit of a headache. A whole 15 intermediate-level beast cores were just casually thrown into the box. Xia Er was really happy for a long time when he first opened it, but after that excitement wore off, he felt a little melancholy. "It would be better if it were salt, sugar, or smoked jerky. If not, rice will do. These beast cores aren't very useful."

No one knew how long the Mind Flayer had been accumulating beast cores or where it had come from. All Xia Er could say was, "Brother, you're quite considerate."

The Mind Flayer's black high-necked robe was also thoughtfully given to Charles. The robe was made of the skin of a Shadow Demon, which had excellent defensive capabilities, but it was too long; even goblins couldn't wear it. "When I see Agatha, I'll ask if it can be altered to a smaller size."

In the distance, a goblin approached. It was a nine-fingered goblin with only one arm; its arm had been bitten off at the shoulder when it encountered a Devilclaw Bear.

Charles watched his subordinate go alone into the rustling woods to gather fruit, and felt a pang of emotion.

He took care of Nine Fingers' situation and didn't assign him much work, but this subordinate took the initiative to find things to do.

Charles had tried to grant him regeneration, but it had no effect. He guessed that it was like the limitation of limb regeneration in healing spells—it would stop working after too long.

"Going to gather fruit again?" He called Nine Fingers to his side.

"Yes, Chief." Nine Fingers, carrying the bundle on his back, tried his best to stand up straight.

Goblin tribes sometimes drive out members who are missing limbs or have other limbs, which is normal for them as they live on the brink of death. So when faced with a battle, many goblins' first thought is to run, not to move forward.

After merging the goblins enslaved by the trolls, Sharl also learned that the two trolls would eat the crippled goblins.

Looking at his subordinates, a few thoughts flashed through his mind: "Damn, boss!" "If I eat this every day from now on, my life belongs to you, boss!" "Boss, let me go in and take a look."

He knew that Nine Fingers just wanted to prove that he was still useful, that he didn't want his tribe to abandon him, and that he just wanted to live.

Charles thought for a moment and decided to do something.

He silently walked to the side, poured a bowl of water, and handed it to Nine Fingers.

"You know that Red Eyes and Broken Tooth possess some amazing abilities, right?"

"There's something magical in this bowl of water that might awaken your magical abilities, but I don't know if you can handle it; you'll have to figure it out for yourself."

"I hope you drink it; it will help me in the future."

Nine Fingers stood there for a few seconds, then took the wooden bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Charles patted him on the shoulder and said, "I will never abandon my men."

At the same time, he brought up the panel with nine fingers.

Name: Nine Fingers

[Race: Goblin]

[Danger Level: 0.8, Capable Waste]

[Personality: Loyalty]

[Ability: Rocket Spell (Unawakened)]

Charles directly bestowed the abilities he had previously acquired from that germaphobic magician upon Nine Fingers, but he was unsure whether a goblin possessed the intelligence to wield magic.

"We should at least give it a try."