I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

over time……

At first, the goblins were full of enthusiasm, but under the dual tempering of body and mind...

Some goblins' resolve has begun to waver.

While Phoebe wasn't looking, a green-skinned guy secretly squatted down to rest for a while.

I had just crouched down when my teammates spotted me.

"What are you doing!"

"I'm tired..."

"You have to stand, even if you're tired! Are you trying to kill us?"

The green-skinned guy was forcibly pulled up by his teammates and made to stand up again.

Another one tried to sneak away while Phoebe's attention was drawn to the crouching goblin, but was grabbed by the person next to her.

"Where do you want to run?"

"I...I'm going to the restroom."

"Hold it in!"

"I can't hold it in..."

"You have to hold it in, even if you can't! If you run away, our whole team will go hungry!"

The green-skinned guy who wanted to escape looked desperate, standing there twisting and turning, before suddenly stopping after a moment.

"Report any actions!" Nicole emphasized discipline again. "You can go to the bathroom now."

The green-skinned creature raised its head in despair.

With a relieved expression and a hint of yellow on his crotch, he silently shook his head.

……

Training ended in the evening.

The goblins collapsed on the ground.

Gugu squatted next to Nicole, looking at her pink notebook.

"Well, you did a good job today, so here's an extra contribution point." Nicole pointed to his name and several other numbers. "These guys trained diligently, so here's an extra point for each of them."

Gugu grinned from ear to ear as she looked at the words "Basic 1 + Captain 3 + Excellent Performance 1" written after her name in the notebook.

Gugu immediately decided to use three contribution points to exchange for a bottle of beer!

But after a moment's thought, he decided to save the contribution points.

He suddenly remembered the sword in the promotional picture Nicole had shown them before, and the number of contribution points marked next to it. He estimated that he could exchange it for the sword after maintaining it for three months.

"I want to become the Goblin King someday!" Gugu secretly longed for the image of himself carrying a sword and wearing magnificent armor.

Gugu glanced at Nicole's notebook a couple more times.

He keenly noticed that there was a goblin with the number 007 in the notebook who had actually received an extra two contribution points for being rated "Best of the Match".

I wasn't the MVP?!

"Which one is number 007? Is there a goblin that performed better than me today?" Gugu asked.

Nicole nodded and closed the ledger: "Didn't you say the goblins you recruited were all your dearest friends and family? You don't recognize him?"

"Of course I recognize them, it's just... I can't match the numbers together yet."

"Then you'd better remember this well. 007 is... the one who kept training even after soiling his pants. Oh, by the way, I'll make sure to publicize this story during training tomorrow. This must be what Lord Ian meant by... an activist?"

He quickly let it go; he really didn't deserve the MVP award!

If there's anything more shameful than defecating in public...

That means that after defecating in public, one still has to continue training, and the next day one is repeatedly publicized as an excellent example.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll train for two hours every morning. In the afternoon, we'll go on a long training run and recruit new members."

After Nicole finished speaking, she saw Gugu nodding frantically.

She put down her snacks and turned to leave, wanting to continue improving the contribution point system.

After all, Ian only gave her the general outline, leaving the specific details entirely to her.

She needed to share the amazing, even somewhat outrageous, ideas she had heard from Ian.

Turning it into a concrete, executable operation is indeed a very brain-intensive task.

In the distance, several goblins who hadn't performed well were left behind for extra training.

Phoebe was pounding a disobedient goblin with her staff, yelling, "Serves you right for not reporting! Serves you right for not reporting!"

The goblin was knocked so hard he ran away with his head in his hands; he even considered just dying...

But that despicable holy light kept chasing after him!

Its main feature is torture.

Barbara sat beside her, holding the holy book, silently waiting for the next injured goblin.

Ian lay on a rock, looking around, and felt that so far things were going well.

The collective consciousness of goblins has begun to take shape, and at least the sense of chaos that goblins are born with has been greatly reduced.

Ian silently turned and left, as he had other things to attend to...

……

Ian awkwardly dragged a quill pen along his fingers as he wrote on the letter paper.

I hardly ever touched a pen after the college entrance exam in my past life, and after I started working, I relied almost entirely on computers.

I never imagined that after arriving in this other world, the most difficult thing for me to do would be writing...

Yes, Ian is writing a letter, a letter to Mirabelle.

While pondering whether communication magic actually existed in this world, Ian wrote furiously.

They urgently needed to purchase steelmaking furnaces, emergency food supplies, and a large amount of tools for construction and farming from the other party.

Besides purchasing, there is another important thing.

That means seeking the help of the other merchant guild to see if they can find a few craftsmen to come to Dragon Territory. The most important, of course, are blacksmiths, but not limited to blacksmiths; other trades would be even better…

But this is a terrifying forest of monsters!

Rather than searching, it was more about luring some craftsmen with money, since a generous reward will surely attract brave men.

Anyway, Vivian is a little rich girl. Rather than letting those shiny gold coins stay in the dragon's nest as pillows, it's better to let Ian take them out and let them shine in the construction.

It took me about ten minutes to finally finish writing this letter.

Ian looked at the crooked, illegible handwriting on his letter and comforted himself, "I'm a slime strategist, adventurer, and politician. Not a calligrapher. As long as it's legible, that's enough!"

He carefully placed the letter inside and affixed his own magical mark—a simple slime pattern that he had hastily designed three seconds earlier.

Ian handed the letter to a vampire's familiar, patted him on the shoulder, and instructed him to deliver it as quickly as possible.

"Have Butler Charles set up a teleportation array for you, hurry up!"

The young vampire nodded, turned around, transformed into a bat, and flew away with the envelope in his mouth.

"There's a shop run by the Sugar Frosting Guild in Honeydew Town, so we should get a reply soon..."

Ian shook himself, trying to shake off his mental exhaustion.

Thinking about how I haven't turned off my phone for several days, my energetic body and exhausted mind have become disconnected.

But I still have a lot of things to take care of...

Just now, while I was writing a letter, several rabbit-people children came running over excitedly.

The audacious little brats clung to their giant jelly, refusing to let go, while reciting messages from Rongrong.

"The control group on the dragon blood wheat side seems to be growing a little strange..."