Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"Ah, this bed is so comfortable."

Red-eyed rolled around on the new bed, burying his face in the sheepskin and rubbing it back and forth.

"The chief is right, this is my first bed." He grinned.

The bed creaked as he moved, and Chi Mu paused, then began to carefully lay his cocoon on the bed.

When Ciel gave him the first bed today, Red Eyes even jumped into the underground river to take a bath. After coming up, he was shivering and his teeth were chattering from the cold. Ciel had no choice but to have White Hair cook him a pot of wild ginger and honey water.

"You idiot, what's the use of just taking a bath? You need to wash the sheepskin. You've been sleeping on it all day, how clean can it be?" Charles scolded him severely.

However, after drinking the sugar water, Chi Mu was fine and is now lying in bed chuckling to himself.

"Next, One-Eyed, Grass, help him move over." Charles continued distributing beds to his subordinates. This time, only six beds were teleported over, so he could only equip his important subordinates first. At the same time, he told the other goblins that everyone would have beds in a few days.

One-Eye stared blankly as the troll placed the bed in his usual sleeping spot. He touched the bed frame, carefully lay down on it, then turned over, causing the bed frame to creak. He immediately got up and repeatedly checked the bed until he found nothing wrong before lying back down with peace of mind.

"More comfortable than the ground." After lying there for a while, he got up again and lay down on the sheepskin on the ground. "But it's not as soft as the sheepskin."

He flipped through the fur a few times, then asked in confusion, "The bed isn't as comfortable as the fur, so why is the chief providing a bed?"

It wasn't until One-Eyed saw Red-Eyed spread the sheepskin on the bed that he realized what was happening.

"Comfortable." He spread the sheepskin on the bed and rubbed against it. "The chief is really amazing. He can invent such a comfortable thing. I don't have to sleep on such a hard floor anymore."

After enjoying himself for a while, he jumped out of bed, picked up his wooden board, one of which already had several fine lines carved on it.

He took out a new wooden board without any vertical marks and scratched a long strip on it.

"Today is my first day lying in bed."

Then, he picked up a few planks of wood, looked under the bed, and seemed dissatisfied.

He felt that such a nice bed would get dirty if it were placed on a dusty floor. Suddenly, One-Eyed felt sorry for his new bed and even started to feel sorry for his wooden planks.

After thinking for a moment, he called over the goblins who had been digging the hole with him, "Let's go clean this place up."

He took the initiative to lead the goblins in cleaning the stone chamber where their tribe lived.

As Charles watched his men diligently cleaning the stone chamber, a sudden feeling stirred within him.

Normally, he would order his men to do things, and after they finished, the goblins would usually go back to lie down on their sheepskins. This time, however, they took the initiative to do the work, seemingly to protect the place.

"The last one, buck-toothed." Ciel sent out the last bed.

"Chief, this doesn't feel right." Broken Tooth ran up to Charles, his tone slightly complaining.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Charles looked at the fur coat in his hand. "How does it feel?"

"Too hard, too tight," Broken Tooth said briefly.

"Is that so?" Sharmo stroked his chin. "It was clearly made according to a general body shape."

"Try putting it on again," he instructed the man with broken teeth to put it back on.

A few seconds later, Charles slapped Broken Tooth's head and said, "Idiot, linen clothes are worn inside out, you've put your wool coat on backwards."

He had to tell his men again how to wear winter clothes.

A few minutes later, the broken tooth was finally dressed again.

"How is it? Does it feel alright?" Charles patted the clothes under his hand, feeling how thick they were.

"Hmm, not bad." Broken Tooth raised his arms and stretched his legs, then jumped into the shadows with a whoosh, and emerged from the shadows a short while later.

"That's good." Charles nodded and dismissed his men.

Broken Tooth, familiar with the place, sat cross-legged in a corner, took out two daggers made from the claws of a dinosaur bear and played with them. His bed was here. After living in the fortress for so long, he no longer spent all his time hiding in the shadows. Although he was still very timid, the fortress made him feel relaxed, and he didn't have to worry about being attacked.

Charles watched his men happily brandishing their new weapons like cats curled up on the sofa, and he gently shook his head and smiled.

"Since it's possible, let's get Mary to contact the Chamber of Commerce and make it as soon as possible, according to this design." He took out a small notebook from behind him and wrote it down.

He has a lot to do now, and situations often arise within the tribe that interrupt his work, so Charles specifically asked Mary to buy him charcoal pencils and small notebooks for taking notes.

"Whitey, don't cook yet." He called to the mother goblin who was about to cook. "Come with me to the platform."

Xia Er closed his notebook, called over Bucktooth, Grass, White Fur, and a few goblins, and carried fishing nets to the platform of the underground river.

"Damn it, you're doing this." Xia Er took the fishing net, then twisted his body sharply and flung the net out.

Then it was taken back, tidied up, and handed over to the troll.

With a height of only 1.3 meters, it was clearly impossible for Ciel to handle the fishing net well.

However, now that Cao Cao has been given the evil gift, it has grown to 3 meters tall and is strong, so it should be fine to use it for fishing.

As a result, he failed to throw the fishing net back and forth several times, so Ciel had to teach him step by step how to throw it and when to let go.

After more than ten attempts, Cao Cao finally managed to cast the net. When the net was pulled back, Xia Er saw that there were more than 30 fish hanging in the net, each as long as an adult's palm, wriggling back and forth in the net after being taken out of the water.

"Great, let's continue like this," he said happily.

The fish in underground rivers are not very large. They usually eat algae in the river, but because they lack natural predators, their numbers are considerable.

Cao Cao tried several more times, succeeding intermittently three times, while Bai Mao was already grinning from ear to ear.

"Eat, eat." Bai Mao kept repeating as she gathered the fish she had taken out. Her face was already piled high with the fish she had caught, but she still looked expectantly at the fishing net in Cao Cao's hand.

"That's enough for now, we've got enough." Charles finally stopped the laughing grass. He was having a great time, and every time he successfully caught a fish, he would shout for the goblins to pick it out quickly.

He is now completely different from the skin and bones that Ciel had when they first met, curled up on the ground and only able to grab bits of grass to stuff into his mouth.

Now, Cao Cao is strong and tall, with a smile on her face all day long, as happy as a child.

"You need to process these fish quickly, we'll be eating them soon," Charles said to the white-haired man, pointing to the fish wriggling and jumping on the ground.

White Hair looked at the mountain of fish in front of her, her eyes sparkling. When Charles told her to stop earlier, she had puffed out her cheeks and pouted in frustration. Only after Charles told her that there were too many fish and it would take a long time to process them did she reluctantly agree.

Just as Sharl was instructing Bucktooth and Hasty on the specific techniques of casting the net, White Hair had already run to call over the female goblins. Each of them had a small knife and skillfully and quickly processed the catch. Sharl even caught a glimpse of one of the female goblins grabbing a fish by the tail and slapping it several times like chopping garlic.

"We'll move the canteen here from now on, making cooking and getting water much more convenient." He watched the white-haired man skillfully cleaning fish. The man laughed heartily, even grabbing one and throwing it at another female goblin while laughing loudly. His two ponytails swayed back and forth with the movement.

"I should have no problem getting through this winter." Charles breathed a sigh of relief. With this underground river and the teleportation portal, he was confident that he could survive the entire winter even if he stayed in the fortress and didn't go out hunting.

"Cao Cao loves playing with catching fish," the troll said, sitting cross-legged next to Xia Er and leaning closer to him.

"Wait until they're done before you play," Charles comforted her. He was now shorter than a troll's waist, and he usually had to look up to talk to Cao Cao.

"A simple bed needs to be custom-made, which is quite troublesome." He looked it up and down, somewhat troubled. "Forget it, let the carpenters in Giesorn worry about it."

"You guys keep practicing casting the net, but be careful not to fall into the river." After instructing Bucktooth and a few goblins, he left the platform with Grass. Next, they needed to take stock of the herbs and plan how to make the potion.

After hastily bending down to pass through the passage, he grabbed Ciel, placed him on his neck, and then strode away with his long legs.

After passing through the stone chamber, Sharl saw several goblins working ahead. He patted the troll's forehead and said, "Crap, put me down."

Then he was lifted up like a chick and dropped to the ground.

"How many 'Guangguang Fruits' are stored now?" Charles walked up to Nine Fingers and asked.

Nine Fingers is directing 10 goblins to store the freshly collected kuang berries in the warehouse.

Winter was approaching, and many fruits had fallen from the grove, forcing Shire to speed up the collection process.

"Two small stone chambers are already full, Chief." Nine Fingers pointed to the stone chamber in front of him with his one arm. "We'll collect some more as soon as possible."

"Yes, be very careful not to cause an explosion." Charles emphasized, as he didn't want anything to happen to his men.

"Don't worry, Chief." Nine Fingers nodded. "Everyone is paying close attention. We'll try to fill another stone chamber."

"The fruits the leader mentioned will make us stronger, so everyone wants to stockpile more so we won't live in constant fear," he said earnestly.

Charles smiled and shook his head slightly. Now all that's missing is writing "Work harder and faster, seize every minute" and "Safe production, steady development" on the wall.

"Alright," Ciel could only change the subject, "After you drank that bowl of water last time, did anything change?"

"Yes," Nine Fingers immediately raised his hand excitedly, "Look, Chief."

"Poof!" A flame appeared on the finger he had raised, flickering and swaying.

"Is that all?" Charles stared at the flame in front of him, and he suddenly had the urge to take a cigarette out of his pocket and light it.

That's all for now.

Charles smiled helplessly, then brought up the Nine Fingers panel.

Name: Nine Fingers

[Race: Goblin]

[Danger Level: 0.9, Capable Waste]

[Personality: Loyalty]

[Ability: Rocket Technique (Awakening)]

As expected, it was difficult for goblins to awaken magical abilities. He patted Nine Fingers' arm and encouraged him, "Keep it up."

Nine Fingers didn't speak, but simply nodded vigorously.

After reminding his men to be careful again, Charles headed straight for the herb storage area, as he needed to arrange the next batch of alchemical potion production as soon as possible.

"I wonder how things are going with 'Undying' now?" he muttered to himself.

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That's the situation.

The blacksmith shrugged and said helplessly.

"Can't you make it any cheaper?" Little John pursed his lips and said seriously.

"25 silver coins is already very cheap. I'm only doing this because you ordered a large quantity and because of this sword," the shopkeeper said with a smile, pushing the longsword beside his neck.

"Alright, that's the only way then." Little John sheathed his longsword. "When will we finish making 5000 iron shells?"

"This will take quite a while, you know we don't even have enough manpower ourselves right now."

Hearing this, Little John asked in surprise, "Are you short-handed?"

"Isn't this all the Brotherhood's doing?" The shopkeeper sighed, pointing to the noisy street. "Ever since they arrived, all those adventurers have started spending money to maintain their swords and armor, and some have even bought new equipment. The blacksmiths in Giraffe Town are practically making things out of thin air."

"This is insane." Little John glanced at the street outside the door; the noise was indeed much louder than when he had come before.

"Isn't madness more beneficial to you?"

"Huh?" Little John was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he saw the other party's lewd smile and immediately realized that the boss still regarded him as a vicious new harvester.

"Advantageous, very advantageous." He no longer wanted to explain.

Then, John took a piece of paper out of his bag and slapped it on the counter. "This is the purchase order. You can calculate how much it costs."

The boss picked up the order form, glanced at it carefully, and looked at John in shock. "You guys are even crazier."

John frowned but did not answer.

"Are the Reapers this diligent now? Are you planning to ambush adventurers in the forest as a group?" The boss looked John up and down. "I didn't expect you to be the leader of the Reapers so quickly. I misjudged you. In that case, I'll tell the craftsmen to use less of the good materials later."

John's lips twitched, and he reached for his sword again.

"No, no, you don't need to." The boss immediately pressed his hand down. "I absolutely won't tell anyone. I'll get everything on the order sorted out and made for you right away."

Seeing that the other party had begged for mercy, Little John had no choice but to stop. "You mean the adventurers have entered the forest in large numbers again?"

"Yes, you don't know, the Storm Brotherhood's selection criteria is the number of goblin ears they've submitted in the last three months," the boss explained with a smile. "Of course, you might not need that many ears; some of them might be a bit lacking, and they've been going in and out of the forest lately."

"Everyone wants to join the Brotherhood," Little John muttered. Charles had told him before not to get involved, as there were too many shady dealings involved. After thinking about it, Little John realized that he wasn't really suited to join any Brotherhood.

"The Brotherhood provides armor and weapons for free, and also supplies potions and other logistical support to its members. Every member is guaranteed to be skilled. There are no Reapers in the group yet, so of course they'll be scrambling to join," the boss said with a smile.

"What you said makes some sense." Little John thought for a moment, then pointed to the purchase order. "Get it done for me as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll do it as soon as possible." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed as he watched Little John walk out of the store.

"Ten crossbows? This is a strategy for ambushing people in groups. But why are all the chainmail pieces so small? Are they starting to train reapers from toddlers these days?"

"Have you saved enough for the standard?" one of the adventurers asked as they entered the blacksmith's shop.

"We're still a few short, but I heard that we can find more goblins if we go deeper into the forest. I'm going to go check it out," his companion said.

"Then you'd better hurry." After saying that, the adventurer called out to the shopkeeper, "Boss, do you have any good greatswords?"

"Alright, how's this one? 4 gold coins," the shopkeeper said with a smile.