The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 135 A Good Show That Everyone Likes

Anthony agreed readily. He knew Feng Yu's plan to expand the camp, and thought that he no longer objected, so he decided to do his part.

Feng Yu originally tried to persuade Nitia, the only magic militant in the camp, to join the cleanup team that was about to be established, but Nitia refused without even turning her head.

It turns out that Nicole, the cheap aunt, has become obsessed with weapons research and has embarked on the evil path of caliber worship. She is running wildly on this road and there is no turning back.

Feng Yu was ambitiously opening up the Great Wilderness map when a large number of goblin airships once again floated over the sky of Cattail City.

Herbert, who was supervising the team's training, picked up the demon hunting rifle and looked at the goblin airship in the sky through the scope. He said to Marshall, "It's not the same batch of goblins as last time. The logo on the airship is different. Go report it to Darren!"

When Feng Yu received Marshall's message and ran outside, the airship coming from the direction of the Snow Peak Mountains was almost flying over the camp.

"Raise the flag quickly to stop them from flying around over the camp. Make them stop at a designated stop. Also, notify Jason and Illya to go check out what's going on and teach these goblins a lesson on the rules."

Marshall stood at attention and ran back to call for help.

Before the goblins began to land, Illya and Jason ran over.

"Teacher, this batch of goblins is not the same batch as before?"

“No, they must have come here by smelling the scent. After all, the goblin caravan of the two Pete brothers is not the only goblin caravan that travels through the Dwarf Kingdom and the Misty Moon Forest.

Our products are so good, once the goblins know about it, they will definitely pay attention to it."

Illya asked: "Then our deal..."

"Again, follow our rules. Goods exchange will be given priority. The remaining prices will remain the same. First come, first served. The goblins are coming down. Let's arrange to display the goods!"

Illya and Jason ran over to make arrangements. Dick also brought Mason to the edge of the wasteland. Looking at the goblin caravan on the alluvial plain in the distance, he said, "Look, there will be another good show soon."

Mason said, "What's the show?"

Dick smiled and said, "There are piles of silver coins. The goblins have been plundering our three tribes for so long, and this time we finally met our nemesis, the Darren brothers.

Last time, that goblin caravan with thirty or forty airships spent all their silver coins here. The pile of silver coins was taller than me.

But the Darren brothers were really good, they distributed the silver coins to the three tribes in the camp without blinking an eye."

Mason said, "That's it?"

"Of course not. It's used to pay the wages of every worker." Dick said, shaking the animal skin purse around his waist.

Mason said puzzledly, "Your share? What did you do? I saw you wandering around the camp every day. Did you take the tribe members' share?"

Dick rolled his eyes and said, "Get lost. I, Dick Copper Hammer, was the chief forging technician of the camp. Later, I became the captain of the steamship fleet. Now I am the chairman of the dwarf tribe of the three tribes council of the camp. I got the money based on my own ability."

Mason's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "You are the Speaker of the Dwarf Tribe? Doesn't that mean that all the dwarves in the camp are under your control?"

Dick patted Mason on the shoulder with a sweet smile and said, "Old friend, you are wrong to think so. I am not only in charge of the dwarves in the camp, but also all the dwarves who have any connection with the Cattail City camp.

That is to say, if you want to make it in the Great Wilderness, you have to follow me in the future. Next time, call me 'Mr. Speaker'. Remember?"

"Tsk, I trust you, a drunkard!"

Dick smiled and said, "Don't disbelieve me. All arrangements for your people's work and children's schooling must go through me, and I will record them and give them to the council for review and preservation."

Mason curled his lips and said, "You, you still write it down, Chief Dick, can you write your own name?!"

Dick patted the seal on his waist and said, "I can't write my own name, so what? I have a seal! I can't write other words, but the council has female elf secretaries, they will read to me!"

Mason was finally sure that the wine jar was not lying. He looked at the smug Dick and said depressedly, "Damn it, I'm late!"

Dick laughed and said, "You're here too early, so there's nothing for you to do."

"I'll report you to the king when I get back!"

Dick smiled and said, "I won't reveal my identity, but I promise I can help you. How dare the king risk letting your whole clan, a master of mineral veins, starve to come to the Great Wasteland to settle down?!
Old friend, did you hit your head in the mines recently?"

Mason was surprised and asked, "The king knows all this?"

"Yes, I told him. This is about the three clans of our dwarves in the Great Wasteland. How can I lie?"

Mason was deeply speechless. Dick, this bastard, took off!
While the goblins were still immersed in the great value of the goods, Great Mage Anthony had already soared into the sky and flew towards the depths of the wilderness amid the goblins' exclamations.

The next day, under the astonished gaze of Mason and the goblins, half of the Cattail City Guard was ready and headed for the wilderness.

Mason asked Dick, "They are carrying elven rifles and dwarven rifles, right?"

Dick nodded and said, "That is the confidence of the camp. The Great Wasteland is not the Snowy Mountains. Without weapons in hand, how dare you occupy the mountain and rule the land?

Tomorrow your Giant Rock Clan warriors will have live-fire training. I'll take you to see it.

By the way, don't be stingy with the camp in the future. You should know that it costs a lot to fire a dwarf musket, not to mention the expensive rifle.

Your warriors are training here, and Darren didn't say anything, but we dwarves should never forget this friendship."

Mason nodded and said, "We should speed up our search for minerals. This is the only skill that Darren has that we, the Giant Rock Tribe, would value."

"That's not the case. Halflings are doing well here. Darren, as a human, has good wine for friends and rifles for enemies.

As long as he is not an enemy of the camp, he is a very easy person to talk to."

Before the Rock Tribe moved to the Great Wasteland, the goblin airship left with the goblins and the camp's goods, and Mason finally saw what the piles of money Dick had mentioned were.

Mason looked at the silver coins piled up there waiting for the mint to come and take them away and said, "The goblins have come to this day!"

Dick said, "The goblins won't have to pay, but their new customers will be in trouble."

Mason asked, "Who is it?"

Dick pointed at the goblin airship flying towards the southernmost tip of the Snow Peak Mountains and said, "Who else could it be? Humans, because they are the richest?!"

(End of this chapter)