Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

Chapter 96 The Brotherhood's Gift [3k]

"Are you going back?" Charles asked, looking at the clan leader of the little fairy in his palm.

"Yes," the other person nodded with a smile, hands behind their back, "things here have been taken care of, and the injured goblins have all received treatment."

Charles thought for a moment, then glanced at Sansio, who was flying around nearby, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Old fox," Charles thought to himself.

"Stay here. This fortress is big enough for us to live together," Charles said sincerely.

"No, our fairy race needs to go to the forest to find nectar, which takes a lot of time," Sansio's father said, shaking his head.

"Father, goblins can provide nectar, so we won't have to fly to the forest. Have you forgotten about my sister—" Shan Xiao finally couldn't hold back and flew over.

"Shut up!" The chief of the little fairies shouted at his son.

"Would it be convenient to talk about it?" Charles asked.

"Sigh—" Sansio's father sighed deeply and slowly recounted what had happened.

Charles listened to the other person's story in silence, thought for a few seconds, and saw that the other person was not in a hurry at all, but just looked at him quietly.

"Alright, I now formally invite you to move in here as the leader of the goblin tribe. I will provide you with honey and other necessary supplies, and I will do my utmost to ensure your safety. As long as you remain loyal to me, I promise I will never harm any kind and loyal little goblin," Charles said solemnly. "You only need to take care of the red bull mushrooms or blue glowing mushrooms grown in the fortress every day, and take on the corresponding healing responsibilities during wartime."

The chief of the goblins flapped his wings and flew to Charles, where he smiled and extended his hand.

Seeing this, Charles also extended his palm and gave the other person a high five.

"If I have the chance in the future, I will try to find and rescue Sancho's sister," Charles said earnestly, looking at the other person. "This is my promise to your family alone."

Sansio's father put away his smile and nodded seriously. Charles could clearly feel the other man trembling slightly.

"Alright, we should go back now," Sansio's father quickly composed himself and said with a smile.

"Father, why do we have to go back?" Shan Xiao flew over and asked curiously.

"Idiot, aren't you going back to move?" The father glanced at his mentally challenged son. "Your mother has barely been able to get out of bed and walk around. Are you planning to abandon her?"

Charles looked at the rare tenderness between father and son before him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, but then he thought of his own situation and sighed softly.

"Chief, the statistics are in." Ya ran to his side and said.

"How is it?" Charles asked, composing himself.

"We lost 10 goblins, and many were injured, but with plenty of potions and the treatment from the goblins, they are all fine, and no one suffered any limb damage." Ya glanced at the list in his hand and continued, "The slimes were all killed, five brain-eating monsters were left, and the 'Bang Bang Fruit' only had enough for one small stone hut. All the adventurers died, and the number of corpses is 39."

Charles nodded, and this time, Fang finally didn't recite his X-shaped poem again.

Since goblins only know the ancestral method of counting with their fingers, Ciel bestowed the [basic calculation ability] he had previously obtained from the tax collector upon his teeth. After a period of training, he has broken free from the "shackles" of not having enough fingers.

"Collect everything they have on them, and have One-Eye and his men bury the bodies," Charles ordered, glancing at the list on the other end.

This battle was too fierce. Although we won the battle by relying on the terrain and various supplies, these reserves are almost exhausted. We need to repair the damaged parts of the fortress as soon as possible and store supplies to deal with the dangers that may occur in the future.

"By the way, did you see Red Eye?" Charles glanced around and asked Bucktooth. He was a little puzzled by Red Eye, that reckless guy. Logically, he should be standing in the middle of many goblins shouting "We won!" "We won!"

"I see him, he's digging a hole outside the fortress," the buck-toothed man said with a smile, glancing at the fortress gate.

"Dig a hole?"

"Yes, he's crying as he digs a hole for the brain-eating monsters, intending to bury them with his own hands."

"Uh," Charles was speechless, not knowing what to say. This brute really liked petting the brain-devouring monster.

"Alright, go ahead and get busy." Charles waved his hand, dismissing his subordinates, and then walked towards Agatha and Nine Fingers, who were discussing something in the distance.

"I just saw birds flying in the forest, and I thought it would be nice if I could make the flames look like that." Nine Fingers scratched his head shyly.

Ciel walked over and patted the floating Furu, inviting himself to join the "Mind Chat Room".

"That's really great." Agatha stroked Rupus's back beside her. "Charles, you have a genius magician."

"A genius?" Charles asked with a smile.

"As far as I know, the school of Evocation is divided into Elemental Evocation and Fel Evocation. Of these, only Fel Evocation does not require chanting spells. Although Elemental Evocation is very powerful, they need to train their elemental coordination abilities and communicate with the elemental spirits through chanting. Moreover, almost all Evocation mages practice the same Evocation model," Agatha said slowly, looking at Charles.

"The fact that your subordinates don't need to chant and can even develop their own unique models is already a remarkable achievement."

Charles looked at the somewhat bewildered Nine Fingers beside him. Nine Fingers held up one finger on his only arm, and three small firebirds were flying up and down in circles on the finger.

"Maybe he was born a magician," Charles shrugged.

Agatha was silent for half a minute, then nodded and said, "You're right. I only know that some archmages search for seeds of magical talent among humans, but perhaps such seeds also exist among goblins, but no one has bothered to discover them."

"Alright, stop praising him. Let him figure it out himself. Maybe he can bring you more surprises." Charles looked at his subordinate with satisfaction.

"Tell me about yourself. You took down the Storm Brothers this time. What are your plans for the future?" Agatha asked.

Charles waved for Nine Fingers to go about his business, then walked over to Lupus and petted him together. "First, we need to recover as quickly as possible and replenish our reserves to prevent any more adventurers from causing trouble. Then I'm going to continue exploring the forest."

"Continue exploring?"

“Yes, we can’t stop here. I need more manpower. Don’t you also need me to discover more ancient ruins?” Charles scratched Lupus’s chin. “What’s that saying? The forest is so big, I want to go and see it.”

"Alright then, I'll continue researching this portal and see if I can make it myself. Let me know immediately if you discover any new relics." Agatha stared at Ciel with hopeful eyes.

"Okay, I won't forget," Charles nodded in agreement.

He rubbed the astral hound Lupus, recalling the previous battle. The big dog teleported into the middle of the adventurers and bit off a mage with one bite. Then, completely ignoring the spells or weapons attacking it, it kept launching astral jumps, flashing back and forth among the adventurers. Each time it appeared, it bit someone. With Lupus, Agatha, and Nine Fingers, they actually managed to suppress the group of adventurers and mages on the other side.

"Let Lupus stay with me for a while," Charles said after thinking for a moment.

"What do you want to do?" Agatha immediately became alert.

"I didn't plan to do anything, I'm just very grateful to it and I'm going to play with it a bit."

Ciel really liked Lupus. If Lupus could communicate telepathically, he really wanted to trick him into joining him. He would use the best dog food and doghouse, find several mates for Lupus, and have them breed one after another to form a goblin jumping paw team to patrol the forest. If they encountered any fools, they would just shout "Bite him!"

Unfortunately, Ciel tried using Furu, but was unable to pull the Celestial Hound into the "Mind Chat Room".

Agatha stared into Ciel's eyes, her gaze towards Lupus filled with doting affection. "Alright, I'm studying runes here anyway, I'll call it out to keep you company later."

"Let's get this straight, you're not allowed to feed it any weird things, and you're not allowed to use it for any random experiments," Agatha said, her purple eyes fixed on Ciel.

"How could I? How could a compassionate person like me do such a thing to the lovely and beautiful Lupus? Look how well I've raised the Mind Eater."

Upon hearing this, Agatha's eyes widened, and Ciel immediately forced a smile before hastily fleeing.

Over there, Ya was tallying up a pile of adventurer items. He went over to see if there were any good ones.

"These weapons are all pretty good. We can select the ones that are handy, repair them, and equip them to the combat personnel. But the armor is more troublesome, especially those breastplates. They're a whole piece of iron plate, and goblins can't wear them at all. We'll have to give them to Mary to deal with."

"Some healing potions, and quite a few energizing potions. What a waste of money. We bought so many energizing potions, and we haven't drunk a single one. Many of them are even broken," Charles picked up a few bottles of potions from the ground, examined their appearance, and said, "After you've compiled them, send them to Mary and continue selling them."

"What are these?" He crouched down and picked up a scroll from the ground. "Anti-magic barrier scroll. Once torn open, it will temporarily shield the user's magic field, creating an anti-magic effect."

"Good stuff, and they've kept quite a few. The Brotherhood of Storms really knows how to spend money."

"Hmm, what's this?" Charles picked up a yellowish-brown sheepskin from the ground, unfolded it, and looked at it. "I knew it looked familiar. It was indeed tricked into coming here by the Mind Flayers. You guys are quite serious; you've written quite a few annotations."

"Reclaiming ancient magical relics? They're really obsessed with making money." He angrily threw the sheepskin on the ground.

A few seconds later, Charles picked up the sheepskin again and stared at the left side of the sheepskin, near the edge, where a small circle was drawn in ink.

Below the small circle is a line of small print: "Suspected ruins".