Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

After Agatha left, Charles continued to organize his notes. He already had many thoughts about the current situation of his people.

"This time, almost all the members were mobilized. All the mature red bull mushrooms were dried and ground into powder at once. We also gained a basic understanding of the situation of the goblins who arrived first." He tapped his notebook lightly with a charcoal pencil. "It seems that Green Skin was right. These guys are still quite obedient. As long as the cavemen don't cause trouble, they are relatively easy to manage."

Those new goblins were a bit slow, since they had been searching for food in the forest and hadn't received much work training. When they first started working, they secretly sliced ​​red bull mushrooms and put them in their mouths. Unfortunately, after eating a few slices, they became unusually energetic. In the past, when new members joined, they would slack off in the afternoon and hadn't adapted well yet. But these goblins from the Feathered Serpent Kingdom worked even harder in the afternoon because they stole red bull mushrooms.

Of course, they didn't understand why this was happening either. They just stared blankly with their big eyes, looking at each other while they worked, trying to figure out what was going on.

Charles didn't stop them from stealing the food. Now they could sell Red Bull powder in bulk through Uncle Musa's connection. In the future, Red Bull production would also need to be made into a stable production line. Even if they were stopped from stealing the food now, they would still have the opportunity to eat it in the future. It was better to let them experience it more. After stealing it a few times, they would learn their lesson.

The ample food provided over the past few days has successfully converted many of the goblins into loyal subordinates. Sharl has been frequently checking his panel these days, paying close attention to the growth of loyal subordinates. "Indeed, for all the races in the forest, being well-fed is the top priority."

Next, Sharl will need to redistribute manpower and make proper job assignments for these thousand-plus goblins. "We need more combat hunters, since we don't know when the Feathered Serpent Kingdom in the north will come again, and Valentine in the south is not a peaceful fellow either."

Although goblins are a race where everyone is a soldier, and they all go into battle when there is a conflict between tribes, there are still some differences in their size and habits. These days, Shire has been inspecting the entire Red Bull factory so that he can identify all his subordinates.

"In terms of size and habits, there are nearly 500 goblins who can serve as combat personnel," he circled a number in his notebook. "These are all adult goblins, and they are not cowardly or weak in nature. Instead, they are more greedy and reckless."

Charles decided to streamline the team again, maintaining a combat hunting force of 450 people. In addition to continuing to perform the previous duties of combat training, hunting wild beasts, and protecting herb-gathering teams, these goblins would also have an additional task—patrolling various areas of the territory.

"Now that the territory is bigger, although some adventurers have moved to Torch City, quite a few should still be staying in Goat Horn Town. Because of me this winter, I estimate that the Feathered Serpent Kingdom will no longer 'select' new goblins to leave. That means the goblins on the outskirts of the forest will soon be wiped out by those adventurers."

Charles tapped the paper slowly. "Without goblin kills and the weather getting colder, herbs and animals won't be easy to find. They'll probably risk forming a team to explore deeper into the forest."

Even if Valentine indirectly helped me by exhibiting giant creatures throughout the territory before...

But human greed is limitless.

Fortunately, he can now hire a large number of worker ants and soldier ants from the ants, which greatly improves the mobility of his subordinates. Otherwise, it would be a pipe dream for goblins to patrol their territory even a few times with their two little green legs.

"The number of ant employees has also increased. I wonder when the little queen ant will come of age," Charles was still optimistic about the new queen ant's abilities. After all, most of the honey he bought was supplied to the ants, and a portion was given to the goblins. The amount left for the goblins and centaurs was still not much. "With so much honey supplied, this ant family should prosper very soon."

When I took Uncle Musa to the ant nest before, it opened his eyes. I also carefully observed the little queen ant. Her abdomen has started to grow bigger now. I estimate that she will soon be able to start to perform the duties of the queen ant. Because she was fed honey by me since she was a baby, she now prefers honey to the fungi that the ants grow on leaves.

"A herb-gathering team of 200 people?" Charles pondered the allocation of personnel. "It seems a bit too many. There are still several large areas that haven't been fully harvested, but winter isn't the season for herbs, and there aren't many herbs available yet."

After much deliberation, Charles decided that with the reduction in the number of herbalists, there would still be more than two months left, enough time for his men to gather all the remaining herbs in the area.

Previously, he and Uncle Musa had a special conversation about herbs. For Sharl, there were many herbs that could be produced in the forest, but not many could actually be used by the "Undying Alchemy Workshop." On the one hand, the overall demand in the entire Goat Horn Town was limited, and adventurers usually only carried a limited number of potions. However, Sharl had collected all the extra herbs. Uncle Musa suggested that he go to Torch City to inquire about these herbs. Unlike Goat Horn Town, Torch City was a distribution center for goods trade, and herbs could also be an important trade option.

This suggestion also reminded Sharl of what Prince Pazani of the Naga had said before: the other party had not yet told him about the materials for the Water Ink and the potion. "This guy is probably on vacation right now, taking a break. He hasn't even mentioned these things."

After much deliberation, they decided to wait until Uncle Musa had set up the portal before communicating with each other.

"We need more people for the construction team," Charles thought, a headache forming in his mind as he considered the construction team led by One-Eyed. The main problem was that the fortress was becoming too small. Originally, all his men were crammed into the underground fortress, and there was plenty of room. But since the Red Bull plantation was expanded and several more cedar logs were brought into the fortress, the underground space had become quite crowded. "Now that Red Bull sales are about to get on track, I thought this space would be enough, but it might be barely enough if the entire underground fortress were planted with Red Bull."

Charles had never been so eager to take over the territory of the Feathered Serpent Kingdom. He knew it was the ruins of the ancient city of ten thousand races. Since it was called the city of ten thousand races, it must be quite large. Even if part of it had collapsed into the bottom of Lake Daren, and even if it had been thousands of years, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, and its living space was definitely far greater than that of the fortress.

"It's this feathered serpent god," Charles stroked his chin, "Is there any way to kill it, or get rid of it?"