Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

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Charles always believed that on the basis of equality among all races, only by increasing understanding could the barriers be gradually eliminated, and for ordinary people, many people did not live in hatred every day.

Just like the grand showdown between the two countries that he experienced in his previous life, the people on both sides had various initial biases. Only after the showdown ended did people realize that the other side was just an ordinary person with all sorts of worries and pride.

Of course, this change in relationship is based on the premise that the other party is at least a "person". If that guy keeps babbling and using foul language, Ciel doesn't mind letting Cao Cao grab him and swing him around on the ground.

His goal was to reclaim Torch City before considering lifting the curse. To do so, he needed a powerful army; goblins and centaurs alone were not enough. He also needed to recruit humans into his army.

So now the goal is simple: first, expand your strength in the forest, and then one day in the future, break out and seize Giraffe Town. When the Kingdom of Fran is in chaos, he can use various resources to balance relations and find a way to make Giraffe Town his own territory, thereby legally accepting more war refugees.

Of course, the current target is only Goat Horn Town. If Valentine is really a fool, he wouldn't mind taking Black Lion City with him.

That was when he truly took his first step towards rising to prominence.

"You should move to the other side," Charles said, standing in front of a group of Furu. The Furu were chattering away, and these big round cakes were a little resistant to Charles's sudden suggestion that they move.

"Why are these bandits making us move?"

"I don't know, I guess they've got their eye on us for something."

"What could it be? I just won several white stones yesterday."

"As expected of bandits, they've set their sights on our White Stone."

Charles sighed softly, then stepped forward and said loudly, "We'll give you a new place to live, five more forest card tables, and an extra 10 stones for each Furu as compensation for the demolition."

"Ten stones?" Several Furu, upon hearing this condition, immediately pushed their way to the front. "Really ten?"

Charles nodded slowly. He had accumulated quite a few colorful seashells, and he could take this opportunity to distribute them to the Furu. Those who had gathered around now were probably the ones who had lost everything.

Soon the Furu started discussing it again, with terms like "bandit" and "hero" constantly popping up, indicating that they had some disagreements.

"Gambling, it really harms people." Charles shook his head slightly. These big round cakes actually had a disagreement over 10 stones. You know, when they first met them, they all denounced him as a bandit.

The Furu quickly reached a consensus: "20 pieces." The Furu surrounded Charles and raised their tentacles.

Ciel looked at the pale pink tentacles around him, knowing they were all secretly pleased with themselves, but he still expressed his inner turmoil, saying, "They've even learned to play hard to get now."

"Okay." Charles nodded immediately, then turned and called to his men, "Move the table, quick!"

The Furu watched in bewilderment as a group of goblins rushed over, picked up the square table they used to play forest mahjong, and ran off in another direction. Their clever little brains couldn't quite process what was happening, and they weren't sure whether they had gained or lost.

"Don't just stand there, come along. I've already had the stones prepared. You can collect them and start playing later," Charles said with a smile.

"20 stones, I want to break even!" shouted a Furu, its body spewing out puffs of air as it chased after the goblins.

Then two, then three...

Finally, all the Furu left this area. Charles looked around and said, "This area should be big enough. Adding the area where the big golden retriever lives, it can barely accommodate more than thirty elephants."

These elephants still go out to forage during the day and only come to the fortress to sleep at night. If they need to do something, they need to be fed.

"We have enough manpower now, so we can send some people to collect leaves and grass and have worker ants carry them back." Charles called One-Eye over and asked him to take the goblins from the engineering team to tidy up this area, especially to restrict the Golden Retriever's living space. The Golden Retriever is currently wandering around the forest grazing, so while it's not around, let's move its den a bit.

"I don't believe the unicorn will care. If it does, the elephant lord can 'persuade' it." Charles looked at the entrance of the fortress, wondering if the golden retriever would move out overnight when it saw that it had a group of elephant neighbors and that the baby elephants were quite naughty.

However, what Ciel was certain of was that even if the unicorn moved this time, Evita and the others would not move. The custom of following the unicorn was not always so absolute.

"Elephant, coming?" A voice rang out beside him, and the white-haired man walked over carrying a pot full of meat.

"Yes, that's right." Charles nodded, glancing down at the pot. It contained wild boar meat with some grease floating on top. He guessed the white-haired guy was experimenting with a new dish again. "I've placed them near the entrance so they won't go too far in and damage our facilities."

There are also various farms inside the fortress. If an elephant walks by, it could damage a lot of things, such as the cedar frames built for raising Red Bull. If those Red Bulls were knocked down, they would definitely be affected.

"Will you eat our food?" the white-haired man asked, tilting his head slightly.

Charles smirked and shook his head, saying, "They won't eat it. Elephants eat grass. I'll have someone cut grass for the elephants, and we'll continue eating meat."

"Then shall we eat elephant?"

"No, no, elephants are friends, not food." Charles quickly waved his hand, and as he spoke, he glanced at the pot that the white-haired man was holding. The meat inside had been cut into small pieces evenly, but something made Charles frown.

"What happened to your hands?" he asked, looking at the white-haired man's hands.

White Hair glanced at his hands and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just cold."

Looking at the white-haired man's slightly purple hands and fingers, Shir realized that they must have been frozen. Although the female goblins could make all kinds of food right by the fire pit, as the winter temperature dropped, the underground river became even colder, and these female goblins often had to deal with the icy river water.

Moreover, since the weather got colder, his men have become less willing to take baths. After all, not everyone can tolerate a cold shower, except for that guy with red eyes.

"Looks like I'll have to buy more fuel from Giesecke & Sorrow," Charles muttered to himself, but it would be a huge expense.

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