Forests Don't Support Idle Goblins

In the forest city under construction, a group of goblins huddled in a makeshift shed, learning a few simple pronunciations. However, even when the teacher in front of them read them together, their pronunciations were still somewhat sparse.

"Their," Lan Luoli rubbed her temples outside the shed, "is too weak in terms of basic skills."

"It's nothing, we can train them slowly." Charles stood with his hands behind his back, watching his subordinate learn the Common Language with great interest.

This is even harder for green goblins than fighting. If you lose a fight, you can run away, but there's no way to escape while studying here.

Everyone has to learn, even the mother goblins who have just given birth to baby goblins are no exception.

However, there are rewards. If these guys pass the quiz later, they can exchange a small red flower for a large glass of free light beer.

If you get an excellent grade on the test, you can eat a delicious little cake.

You should know that those cakes were brought from Gieshorn by Mary at a considerable cost, at Charles's request.

With the tribe now large in number, Charles has had to divide his men into several groups for training. There are enough teachers now, but the teaching materials are completely insufficient, fortunately, it's only the literacy stage.

He had a large sign erected nearby, displaying the common language they had recently learned. The goblins could gradually memorize it by glancing at it a few times.

The textbooks are still being purchased; this is just a temporary measure.

"Those centaurs and goblins are easier to teach," Lan Luoli sighed and shook her head, looking at the messy goblins. "The goblins probably won't be ready anytime soon."

“They already have a certain level of language proficiency,” Charles nodded. “They only need to be literate, but goblins who want to learn will have to start from scratch.”

Several large sheds have been set up in this area, and many literacy classes have been opened. But Xia Er knows that this is only the first step. He doesn't expect all the goblins to become highly learned; he just wants them to be able to recognize some words.

Once the seeds of learning are planted, they will naturally grow with the wind one day.

"Oh, right, I've already given the mushrooms from the mushroom people you asked about before to Yunxia." Lan Luoli suddenly remembered this and specifically told the leader.

"Really?" Charles was a little surprised. He had only asked casually before. After all, the mushrooms were somewhat poisonous, and these cave goblins needed to be processed repeatedly before they could be eaten. He just regarded them as a strange food, and if it was too troublesome, he could simply give up on them.

"Yunxia is a bit averse to those mushrooms; she thinks they smell weird," Lan Luoli said, shrugging and blinking her blue eyes.

She met Yunsia not long after arriving at the tribe. It has to be said that this was fate. A cave goblin and a little fairy quickly became "best friends". The two even went to the area around the forest city to collect branches to prepare for planting mushrooms.

Of course, this kind of friendship is already quite common among the Shire people.

The centaur Orek and Red Eyes often sparred together, and Evita asked Diana about various battlefield tactics several times. The high priest would sometimes go fishing by the river with the goblin chieftain and the old men. As for Sansio, he was now very familiar with everyone, except for the Naga King Pazani, whom he disliked. This was because someone had come along to steal his "brother".

Now, Shire's tribe has exceeded 5000 people, and he has successfully unlocked a new alien letter—[Your Personal Magic Book].

At the same time, a book-shaped icon can be seen in the upper left corner of his domain map.

If you concentrate your mind on it, the spellbook will open, containing all the spells that Charles bestowed upon his subordinates, including the [Rocket Spell] that Nine Fingers learned and the [Arcane Servant] that Lame learned.

However, it still only includes the original spell models. For example, the "Firebird" spell, a variant of the "Rocket" spell that Nine Fingers developed himself, is not included. Furthermore, the "Flame Boar Charge" spell that he later mastered is also not included.

In other words, the insights gained by subordinates through the "Blessing of the God of War" are not recorded.

But this already made Charles very happy. Not only could he use those spells directly, but he could also use the three advanced spells, [Mass Intelligence Degradation Curse], because these spells were also included in the spellbook.

In other words, even if it wanted to unilaterally terminate the contract now, it could not take back the magic.

Furthermore, Sharl discovered that these spells, once included in the spellbook, also enjoyed the [Blessing of Victory] effect.

The reason is that he had previously used the [Mind-Loss Curse] and [Language Curse] on himself multiple times, and had also persuaded the three races of kobolds, minotaurs, and cave goblins. Now, a new spell has appeared in the spellbook—[Dimensional Gate].

[Dimensional Portal: You can use magic to open a portal to a desired area. This portal can be within the same plane or across planes, and can be one-way or two-way, depending on the magic you use when casting the spell. The existence and duration of a Dimensional Portal can be extended by enhancing its magic power or using magical items. When casting, you can pre-set it in a known location or cast it directly in an unknown area. However, if cast in an unknown area, you need to be prepared for various unforeseen circumstances.]

"This spell is clearly a demon lord's spell." When Charles saw the spell appear in the spellbook, he was stunned. He didn't expect such magic to appear. He had just destroyed the one-way door summoned by Wrath. However, after thinking about it, Charles felt that he still had to be careful. "This world is generally hostile to goblins. In my memory, although I have been to many places, they have all been within human-inhabited areas."

If a goblin suddenly appeared in a human city, no matter how human-like it was dressed, it probably wouldn't survive more than three seconds.

However, it must be said that this magic is still very powerful. If the demon lord's true form can cross planes, then it is simply the most troublesome target in the world.

Fortunately, they can only project their will into the material world.

After much deliberation, Charles decided that the spell should only be cast when the situation was certain, so as to minimize the risk.

He also discovered that the spells in the spellbook had no limit on the number of times they could be cast, or rather, they were not limited by the amount of magic power one possessed. If one had infinite magic power, one could cast all kinds of spells indefinitely.

Unfortunately, he discovered that his magic power was now limited. He had only casually cast a [True Magic Burst] before, and was shocked to find himself almost collapsing from exhaustion. (Click to read Kapibala's masterpiece, "The Forest Doesn't Keep Idle Goblins," available while taking a bath.)

If it weren't for the quick reflexes of the white-haired man beside him, Ciel might have fallen to the ground and been unable to get up for a long time.

"As expected, the Demon Lord's magic is not so easy to control." This is what Charles concluded while panting heavily.

What limits him now is the amount of magic power he possesses; the more magic power he has, the greater his abilities will be.

"There are only three things to do now: first, find a way to increase my magic capacity; second, continue to use the magic I have been given, and do not waste the daily usage, so as to master more spells as soon as possible; and third, develop my subordinates and give them the remaining spells so that I can also master more low-level spells."

These are the words Charles wrote in his notebook, and they also outline his actions for the foreseeable future.

To develop goblins' magical abilities, potions provided by the Naga are essential, but it's unclear how Uncle Musa is doing now.

He sent back a message earlier, saying that it seemed Golden Flower City was about to fall into "turmoil".

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"Do you want to plunge this place into chaos?"

At the gate of the East City Prison in Golden Flower City, the warden stood on the city wall above the gate and shouted loudly, while outside the gate were 2000 fully armed cavalrymen.

Grand Duke Rudel of the North, leaning slightly on his horse, squinted and sized up the warden and the flustered soldiers around him with an unfriendly gaze.

They seemed surprised to arrive at the prison so quickly; the front gate was almost closed in time.

East City Prison is the largest prison around Golden Flower City, housing many vicious criminals. However, what gives the warden the biggest headache is not those criminals.

"If I could get the eldest prince to another prison, I think I could live for several more years." This was a phrase the warden often said.

Ironically, even though he disliked the eldest prince so much, he still had to greet him every day.

Of course, no one in the prison would laugh at the warden for this, because everyone could see that the eldest prince wasn't there to serve his sentence, but rather to go on vacation.

He had a cell that belonged only to him, if that luxuriously decorated room, with all the same furnishings as the rest of the kingdom, could be called a cell.

Outside the prison cells, there is a playground where you can practice martial arts, ride horses, and of course, go out for a stroll.

The eldest prince not only receives daily instruction in swordsmanship from a master swordsman, but also has access to various books, and even his daily meals are prepared by a dedicated person.

The only restriction was that he could not leave the prison or leave this designated area.

"You have already seen His Majesty's warrant," the Grand Duke said slowly and lazily, but he didn't even glance at the warden.

"We...we need to verify with the capital." The warden stammered, wiping the sweat from his brow. He had already sent his men out through a side door to report to Golden Flower City, but it seemed there had been no response.

"Are you waiting for him?" Archduke Rudel, seated on his horse, waved to the side, and soon a man dressed as a commoner was pushed to the front of the procession.

"This is... what I just did..." the warden exclaimed, then suddenly covered his mouth.

"Should we send someone into the city to inform them?" The Grand Duke gently patted his horse. "How afraid are you of me?"

"Your Grace, this is not a good idea." Seeing that his plans had been disrupted, the warden had to think of other ways. Many people in the capital did not want the eldest prince to leave the prison.

"Not good?" The Grand Duke sat up straight, looked up and sized up the warden. "I have something even worse to say."

After saying that, he whispered to the person beside him, "Rondo, open the door."

With a series of "clattering" sounds, Rondo, dressed in a mage's robe and riding a red horse, stepped out of the army formation. Then, he raised his hand, and after a dazzling flash of light, a huge black weapon, as black as jelly, emerged from a crack.

This "jelly monster" is so huge that it can cover the entire gate of the East City Prison.

"What...what is he going to do?" The warden stared in shock, his eyes widening. At the same time, he seemed to understand what Grand Duke Rudel wanted to do, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"My arcane servant, go!" Rondo said in a deep voice, giving a cold shout.

The giant black jelly began to roll forward, and soon, the momentum of its continuous rolling made this "mystical servant" rush towards the prison gate like a "human bomb tank".

"It's going to break down the gate!" the warden shouted, but his voice was helpless. The guards around him had already run down the wall, and no one dared to be foolish enough to stay there at this moment.

With a "boom," the prison gate was smashed open, but the arcane servant continued its rolling momentum, charging straight into the prison. Soon, a loud crashing sound of a building collapsing came from afar.

"My lord, the door is open." Rondo turned his red horse around and came to Grand Duke Rudel's side.

"Well done." The Grand Duke nodded, then waved his hand behind him, and 2000 cavalrymen spurred their horses and charged toward the prison with shouts.

Meanwhile, the prison guards had all rushed out of the broken gates, shouting and running in all directions, as if trying to get away from this place of trouble.

No one was willing to stand in the way of the Grand Duke of the North at this moment, just as no one wanted to come home late for dinner.

"Hurry up!" Grand Duke Rudel shouted to the cavalry. The East City Prison was not far from Plantago City, and those damned guards would surely get the news soon. At that time, achieving their goal would not be so easy.

Meanwhile, in Plantagenet City, the third prince, Theodore, was frowning as he looked at the letters on the table.

"The Grand Duke of the North is leading his troops to attack the prison in the east of the city?"

In the drawing room, Earl Valentine also frowned, staring at the letters on the table.

The letter, like a bird in flight, slowly descended from the sky and landed outside the window of the reception room, seemingly heading directly for the Third Prince, who was at the time negotiating the transport of healing potions with the island merchant Salmu.

"Is this believable?" Valentine asked, glancing at the silent third prince beside him.

"I don't know, but at the end of the letter it said that my brother also received the same letter," Theodore said in a deep voice.

"What should we do?" The third prince was at a loss.

"Of course we fought!" Uncle Musa shouted.