Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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Grass is a type of plant, but it can also sometimes be used as a modal particle.

Not only did Charles express his emotions in a low voice, but he also gave the Naga prince in front of him his most sincere evaluation.

He patted the package on the ground, composed himself, and calmly asked, "What are the requirements for this freezing magic circle?"

"No," Pazzani didn't understand what the goblin leader had just said, but upon hearing the subsequent question, he immediately replied, "As long as the four materials are placed at the four corners of the formation, it will take effect when activated by someone who knows water magic."

"Water magic," Sharl murmured. "I'm sorry, none of us goblins know this kind of magic yet. I think you might have to activate it yourself in the future."

"Is that so?" Pazzani hesitated for a moment. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he had not initially planned to participate in the battle directly, but now he probably had no choice but to do so.

"Moreover, this is also your last magic array, and I think it's better for the Naga to operate it themselves," Sharl looked up at the Naga prince, "so that it can be considered a proper ending."

Pazzani looked somewhat dejected. He lowered his head and looked at the package on the ground. "You're right. Let our clan operate the freezing array ourselves for the last time."

With a long sigh, Prince Naga said to himself, "This magic array has been with our clan for a long time. The elders said that our ancestors relied on it for defense. Without it, we might not have been able to withstand those enemies who came like a tidal wave. Unfortunately, once we leave Naga's deep-sea royal city, we no longer have a way to obtain this material."

"That must be very powerful magic," Sharl nodded as he listened to the other person's words. "It seems that although the Naga clan was always on the run, they still had some resources. Otherwise, they would probably have been wiped out long ago after thousands of years."

Thinking of the other party's Water Ink and magic potions, Xia Er also had high hopes for this freezing magic circle, but considering that this was the last one, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He asked, "Are the materials for this magic circle also taken from the deep sea?"

"No, that's not it." Pazzani shook his head. "This material was passed down from the Naga people a long time ago; it's not found in the deep sea."

"Is that so?" Xia Er frowned. "I originally thought it was like Shui Yumo's case, where as long as I could find a way to post a bounty, I would have a chance to get it, but now it seems there's absolutely no way."

"The last one." He said, reaching out to open the package. Before using it all up, he wanted to examine this strange magic circle and learn about the Naga race.

With a "whoosh," the package was slowly opened. It contained the hide of an unknown animal, which looked quite sturdy, indicating that the Naga tribe valued it highly.

As the outer covering of the package was lifted, several white stones with strange patterns appeared before Charles.

These stones were so familiar that he couldn't help but twitch his lips, and the special patterns on the stones also looked somewhat familiar. One of them was one that Agatha had introduced to him before.

"So this is the last freezing magic circle of your clan?" Sharl pointed to the pure white stone on the ground, frowning as he looked at the somewhat forlorn Naga prince in front of him.

"Yes." Pazzani nodded heavily. The thought that without such powerful ice magic to protect his people, the goblins of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom might become even more unscrupulous made his four fleshy whiskers sway back and forth with his trembling lips.

"Can your elders carve the patterns on these?" Charles asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yes," Pazzani said, puzzled. "It's just that this material is no longer available; the White Sacred Stone is gone."

"Well then," Sharl rubbed the white stone in front of him a few more times with his fingers, confirming that this was indeed the "Pure White Stone" he was currently using, he clapped his hands and stood up, "If, I mean if, I could get the White Sacred Stone for your Naga race..."

"You got your hands on the White Sacred Stone?" Pazzani exclaimed immediately, not even letting Charles finish his sentence. "Impossible. This thing comes from the Golden Peak, but the elders said that the Golden Peak disappeared thousands of years ago."

"Your Highness," Charles waved his hand, trying to calm the somewhat agitated Pazzani, "it's not impossible. There must still be some White Sacred Stones left on the continent."

"Stockpiles?" Pazzani leaned back slightly, surprised by this turn of events. But then he realized the goblin might be right. The absence of White Sacred Stones in the deep sea didn't mean they weren't available on the continent. "You mean, you can provide us with White Sacred Stones?"

Charles nodded calmly.

"That's wonderful!" Pazzani exclaimed joyfully, his fins standing on end in excitement. "We Naga have often hesitated to use freezing spells in our battles. If we had ten more, no, five more, we wouldn't..."

As his voice gradually faded, Prince Naga seemed to recall the tragic moments his tribe had experienced in the past, the scenes of warriors having to charge into battle to protect women, children, and fish eggs.

"However, there are two things I need to explain." Charles ignored Pazzani's changing expression and raised two fingers. "First, the Pure White Stone is currently stored in a warehouse, which has been discovered by the Feathered Serpent Kingdom's army, but you don't need to worry."

He waved his hand and said, "I think those goblins, with their limited intelligence, would at most see them as just stones, but we still need to defeat them and take those stones back."

"Secondly," Shar paused deliberately for a few seconds, "I hope the Naga elders can also create some freezing arrays for us, so that my people can also have a way to defend against enemies."

"At the same time," he didn't give Pazzani a chance to speak, but stared intently at him, "during the battle against the Quetzalcoatl goblins, Your Highness must be available at any time and cannot abandon your post during rest periods."

"This," Pazzani bit his lip, "my rest time..."

He murmured to himself, then met the goblin's gaze, which looked firm and aggressive, as if he had no choice but to agree unconditionally.

"Alright," Pazzani sighed, "I agree."

"Yes, that's for the best," Charles said with satisfaction.

"I can take time off in lieu of leave. Consider this overtime work, and I'll rest for a few more days later," Pazzani said confidently.

"Damn it," Ciel said again, seething with resentment.