Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Chapter 87 Alma and Scarface [Seeking First Subscription]

Agatha has been searching for that damned goblin in the forest these past few days.

However, the forest was too large, and with adventurers entering the forest's perimeter in large numbers these days, the goblins had been wiped out, so she often went an entire day without any gains.

Moreover, she was afraid that another experienced adventurer would recognize her, which would affect what she was going to do next.

So after the Storm Brotherhood arrived, Agatha left Nightmare Woods and decided to use another method—spirit summoning.

However, the Summoning spell is a necromancy-based spell, and she herself did not know how to use it. She had no choice but to make a trip to the Black Lion City black market and spend a large sum of gold coins to obtain a magic scroll that recorded the Summoning spell.

This magic circle, combined with the Terrorclaw Bear bone she had previously obtained, enabled her to successfully summon the soul of a prey that had once been devoured, allowing this ghost to search for prey in her place.

Agatha gazed at the white ghost pulled from the sea of ​​the dead, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly because of it.

This ghost looked short, like a goblin, with slender arms and white smoke rising from its waist down. It was staring blankly at its body, seemingly not yet understanding its current situation.

Agatha summoned the Astral Serpent to guard her, while simultaneously commanding the Wraith in her mind: "Tell me your name."

Upon hearing the sound, the ghost roared fiercely and pounced forward. The giant snake stood tall in front of it, while Agatha immediately raised her left hand, and a red dot flashed at the base of her thumb. Then, several red arcs of electricity appeared on the ghost's body.

"Ah—" the ghost screamed, writhing in agony before her.

"Your name," Agatha commanded again in a stern tone.

"Scarface." The ghost hugged his arms, shrinking into a ball in fear, and kept looking up to peek at the person who had summoned him.

"I want you to find a goblin," Agatha said in a chilling tone. "A goblin that can throw Blast Fruits."

"Goblins?" Scarface murmured, repeating the word a few times. Then he slowly floated up, his face contorted with malice. "I want revenge. I want to kill the goblins."

"Find me a goblin who can throw the Bomb Fruit," Agatha said, emphasizing each word.

"I'm going to kill him, kill that goblin!" Scarface roared again, circling around the room. The candles and chandeliers in the room swayed slightly because of his anger, and the white smoke he emitted danced wildly with his rage, outlining a terrifying face.

Agatha sighed softly and activated her spell. As the red dot on her hand flashed, Scarface screamed again and curled up in a corner.

"Find the goblin I mentioned," she said again in an icy tone.

"I'm going to kill him. I'm going to be the leader. I'm the leader of the tribe," the scarred man muttered, completely ignoring the mage who had summoned him.

"Find what I need first, and I might consider keeping you here, giving you a chance to take revenge and become the leader." Agatha thought for a moment and made a new request to the goblin ghost huddled on the ground.

"I am the leader, I am the leader." Upon hearing this, Scarface seemed to perk up. He floated up again and slowly approached the female mage.

Agatha raised her left hand, showing the faint red dot between her thumb and forefinger to Scarface. "If you don't want to experience that soul-burning pain again, you'd better get back to work in the forest."

Scarface saw the red dot and jumped back a few steps in fright, then muttered, "Looking for goblins, goblins that can throw blast-bomb fruits."

Then, he floated to the wall, muttering "Kill him" and "I am the leader."

It was already night. Scarface glanced out the window, then turned back and gave the female mage a venomous look before flying directly through the room's wall towards the north.

"Looks like a goblin who failed to become the leader of the tribe." Agatha watched until the scarred face disappeared before sitting down again. "Someone who almost became the leader can't be stupid. This should help us find that damned goblin."

She poured herself a cup of herbal tea, took a sip, and thought, "This goblin ghost could command some goblins and help me find what the person in the mirror needs. A group of goblins is better than a Devilclaw Bear."

Then she put down her teacup, took out a folded old sheet of drawing paper from her bag, and unfolded it to reveal a drawing of an eye.

This eye seemed to be alive, with wisps of red mist constantly rising from it, and red and blue colors intertwining and swirling in the pupil, giving one a slightly mesmerizing feeling when looking directly at it.

In the lower right corner of the drawing is a dried signature, the ink of which looks like blood.

"Alma Sebastian," Agatha slowly read out her signature, then tossed the drawing aside in disgust. "I hate that name. Now I'm Agatha Sebastian."

She murmured Agatha twice, touched her smooth cheek, and then said bitterly, "I hate the name even more."

Agatha angrily kicked over the summoning circle in front of her, stomped out the overturned candles, then tidied her disheveled black hair, adjusted her long dress, sat back on the sofa, and elegantly sipped her flower tea. "It'll be over soon."

She said with a smile, but her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly as she gripped it.

"This bed is yours." Ciel distributed the last wooden bed of the day.

At the same time, he looked at a piece of paper in his hand and slowly read its contents, "The carpenters have already gathered manpower through the Craftsmen's Association, so the production of that bed can be accelerated."

"In that case, we can give them some new orders. Since they're already here, they shouldn't leave. Let them stay in Giethoorn for now."

Sharmo stroked his chin and smiled wistfully, "Let's make some more tables and chairs, especially the long tables and benches needed for the dining hall, and some other furniture."

"The clothes have been agreed to be made, but the tailor is quite surprised by the quantity they require."

He looked up in the direction of the fortress gate, where Broken Tooth, dressed in thick clothes, was patrolling and keeping watch in the territory with several goblins.

"The production of clothes needs to be sped up; a single style will suffice." Charles continued reading.

"Someone bought 500 bottles of healing potion?" He frowned and continued reading.

A few seconds later, Charles put down the intelligence sheet and stared at the blue glowing mushroom on the ceiling, somewhat lost in thought.

"The Storm Brotherhood has arrived. What are they going to do with all these healing and stamina potions?"

"Go into the forest to wipe out the goblins?"

"Or are you looking for something?"

Just as Sharl was pondering, a group of goblins approached.

"Chief, there are new goblins," Broken Tooth said as he approached him.

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