Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

"They say that when they were still alive, this pure white city was still expanding outwards, and the Tower of Babel was built in the middle of the city." Charles walked over and looked up at the relief.

"So, this floating city is huge?" Agatha frowned. "I've heard of a mage who built their magic tower in the sky, but those were done with special materials and arcane rune arrays. This city..."

"Yes, Elton said this city is very big," Charles pointed to the relief next to him. "According to them, the City of Ten Thousand Races can already accommodate tens of thousands of residents, and the Pure White City will not be smaller than it once it is fully built."

"So that means the city is almost entirely made of those white runeword materials," Agatha said, glancing at the white stones the goblins were sorting through. "I thought those stones were strange before; I've hardly ever seen them on this continent. They're neither granite nor limestone."

"I did ask about that," Charles said, rubbing his nose. "Elton said that kind of stone is called White Sacred Stone, and it's mined from the Golden Peak."

"Golden Peaks?" Agatha repeated doubtfully. "Another place name I've never heard of."

"Don't worry about that. We'll definitely learn more in the future." Charles gently patted the relief. "As for the other cities, the skeleton warriors said they had no recollection of them and had never heard of them."

"Those cities look quite different from these two styles." Agatha walked to the back half of the relief and looked up at the cities.

"I guess it was probably built after Elton and the others died, since they all died in December of Holy Calendar 374." Charles looked at Agatha and shrugged.

"That's true. They all died in the monster tide, but now we haven't even heard of this concept." Agatha nodded and examined the relief on the wall again.

"Well then, you can study here on your own from now on. If you need anything, you can come to me, or go directly to those skeleton warriors," Sharl also looked up at the relief. "I have other things to do. You know, the tribe has expanded so much in a short time, there are a lot of things to arrange."

"Okay, go ahead." Agatha ignored Charles; her eyes were now fixed on these ancient relics.

Charles smiled. He knew that once his old classmate saw these ancient secrets buried underground, she would completely forget everything else, even her favorite gossip from Golden Flower City.

"If you make any new discoveries or find any new runic words, let me know as soon as possible," Charles reminded her, but Agatha just waved her hand impatiently, her gaze never leaving the wall.

Charles shrugged and turned to walk toward the portal, where he saw the lame man flipping a furoo over.

He seemed to be studying the structure of the Furu, how it expelled gas, and how it maintained its balance. His arcane servant had been stretched into a disc and was floating about half a meter above the ground.

The furoo kept blinking, and all its whiskers turned an angry, deep red.

"What are you doing?" Charles walked over.

"Chief," the lame man looked up at Charles, his hands still pressing tightly against the Furu on the ground, "I want to figure out how they float, so maybe I can stand on the 'Big Baby' and fly."

Charles opened his mouth a few times, but then said nothing, because the furoo was communicating with him telepathically, loudly accusing him of "bandits, they're all bandits."

"20 shells." Charles squatted down and looked at the Furu on the ground. Now that his business was expanding, he needed these floating "translation chat rooms" everywhere to help with communication. For example, now that he was limping and following Agatha, he needed to rely on a Furu.

"Bandits!" Furu roared loudly, shaking his deep red whiskers, clearly very angry.

"30." Charles held up three fingers.

"Bandits..." Furu's struggles weakened, and even his roars became intermittent.

"No, I'll get a different Furu." Charles made a move to stand up.

"30, 30 it is." The Furu quickly said. Ever since Sharl taught them the "Forest Cards", these Furu have been completely captivated. They are also a very intelligent and curious race. So the shells began to circulate among the Furu, and they also began to get into the habit of going to a large board every morning to see what tasks were assigned that day.

After Furu finished speaking, his tentacles stopped twitching and instead scattered weakly around the round cake, as if to say, "Come on, come on." Some of his tentacles also turned into a light pink color that represented pleasure.

Charles shook his head slightly, then instructed the lame man not to hurt Furu, and to go immediately if Agatha called him.

He then returned to the fortress through the portal. Herb gathering had already begun in the area near the ant nest, and he needed to check on the healing potions with Littleclaw.

"I wonder when Mr. Salmu will come again, and how much Red Bull should I sell him this time?" He crossed his arms. He slowly stepped out of the portal chamber.

On the wall next to him, a red ladybug slowly followed in Shire's footsteps.

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Goldenrod City, Fragrant Lily Avenue.

The entire street looked spotless, and in the flower beds on both sides of the street, clusters of colorful flowers were blooming in a riot of color. Keep in mind that it is winter now, and although the temperature has not yet dropped below freezing, it is clear that a lot of money and time have been spent to keep the flowers blooming.

This avenue lined with fragrant lilies was filled with luxurious houses with white walls and colorful roofs. Well-dressed men and women of all ages came and went, and laughter filled the air like the melodious chirping of larks.

In the middle of the avenue, in front of a five-story building with white walls and a pink roof, some people were queuing up, preparing to enter the luxurious building. But soon the black lacquered door opened, and a man dressed as a servant walked out.

"The master will not receive any guests today." He puffed out his chest, looking down on everyone, and then turned and went back into the building, the black lacquered door slamming shut behind him.

Just as the crowd at the entrance was gossiping and complaining, the gate creaked open again, and the arrogant servant strode to the side of the road, bowed respectfully, and a black carriage stopped in front of him.

"Beautiful lady, Mr. Afif is waiting for your arrival."

The carriage door slowly opened, and a young woman wearing a long black cloak stepped out. Her hood was pulled low, completely obscuring her face. Immediately following her, an old mage with a long gray beard and wearing a blue robe also emerged.

"This Afif just loves to do all this fancy stuff," the old mage said, glancing at the crowd.