I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

The skeleton in Murphy's hand had ghostly flames flickering in its eyes as it scanned the surrounding environment in circles.

It couldn't help but flash its flame with some surprise.

He was dressed properly, spoke normally, lived in a clean house, and the surrounding environment was also relatively clean.

If it weren't for its short stature and unusual skin color, it would have thought this was a human village.

More importantly, after searching the village for a long time, it couldn't find any imprisoned humans, especially human women.

There wasn't even a trace left.

These motherless (literal) creatures, aren't they the ones who love to abduct human women?

It's strange that there aren't any here.

In his previous life, he was someone who extremely hated goblins.

A paladin who can slay dragons would actually have nothing better to do than go and exterminate a goblin village.

It escaped from the mass grave partly to see if the people of the Vatican had changed.

Another reason was that it had finally mustered up its strength and was itching to try its luck with these goblins, but Murphy just launched it into the air.

However, seeing the scene in this village...

For a moment, it forgot the thought, even because of the human-like expressions on the goblins' faces.

I surprisingly felt a sense of identification with it.

"What's going on here? Are these goblins? They look no different from humans."

Its will-o'-the-wisp flickered, and it asked Murphy.

Of course, its communication with Murphy was based solely on telepathy, and other beings could not perceive it.

Upon hearing this, Murphy asked in bewilderment:

"Aren't goblin villages different from human villages?"

"That's definitely different. Normal goblins aren't this civilized, and they even keep humans as pets. I haven't found any signs of that here."

Murphy glanced at Goblin after hearing what the skeleton said.

It hadn't paid much attention to the goblin village before, but now that it thinks back...

This one called "Crispy Bone" should be the normal goblin that the skull was talking about, right?

So what's the deal with this Goblin and that group of civilized goblins?

Murphy's gaze fell on the large cauldron into which goblins were constantly pouring things.

It pointed, then turned to ask Goblu.

"What's that for?"

Goblin glanced at the stove, then at Murphy, and hesitated for a moment.

The other party is a stone man, so he probably won't be of much use to my furnace.

It ultimately chose to believe Murphy and began to explain:

"This is a device that can convert food into a nutrient solution for reproduction. We goblins only need nutrients and a sealed space to reproduce. If both conditions are met, we don't actually need to mate."

After explaining, it pointed to a house in the distance.

"That's our breeding room; all the embryos for future generations are kept there."

The skeleton was startled upon hearing this, as it had never heard of such a claim before.

"Is that so? So these goblins can reproduce without capturing human women? That's a shame."

It originally wanted to find two goblins to fight.

Murphy's attention, however, remained fixed on the large pot.

Convert food into nutrients for reproduction.

Isn't the principle behind this exactly the same as what Murphy was thinking?

Both involve converting inanimate objects into life through special methods.

If it figures this thing out, making that thing should be a piece of cake for it.

"Can I take a look at the pot?"

After asking the question, Murphy, without waiting for Goblu's reply, pointed to the breeding room in the distance and added...

"I can help you renovate that area, but you'll have to pay for the materials."

Goblu was delighted to hear this. "What a great thing!"

Even if Murphy didn't make any demands and just asked to see the pot, Goblu would actually be unlikely to refuse.

To be honest, their group simply found the pot and had no idea what its secret was.

There is no possibility that core secrets could be stolen.

As long as the item is here, it doesn't matter.

Besides, this is Murphy!

What if this craftsman suddenly had a flash of inspiration, dissected the pot, and mass-produced it?

Wouldn't that mean Gegorub could buy whatever he wanted?

This is a good thing in the first place.

Now good things come in pairs.

Although it's unclear what Murphy meant by "renovation," something is better than nothing.

It immediately smiled respectfully and quickly agreed.

"Of course, Mr. Murphy. Once we've finished cooking this pot of food and done some cleaning, it should be ready to watch. Until then, you can go about your business."

Murphy nodded without saying anything more.

……

"Hurry up," Murphy said, as Goblu led him to a house.

However, the house was clearly built to the height of a goblin, making it seem rather small for Murphy.

It could only barely fit through the door by changing its shape to about 1.4 meters tall.

There were no goblins in the workshop, or perhaps they had been driven away by the goblins beforehand.

"The room on your left leads to the warehouse. Please help yourself to whatever you need. Go ahead and do your work; come find me anytime if you need anything!"

After giving a few awkward laughs, Goblu closed the door and left.

Only the skeleton and Murphy, who was 1.4 meters tall, remained in the room.

Murphy placed the skull on the table, then compared it and calculated its size.

Then I went to the warehouse to get the materials.

The skeleton wasn't surprised by Murphy's act of changing size; many powerful creatures do that.

It was simply curious about Murphy's background.

Although it looks like a stone man, it has a faint dragon aura about it. What the hell is this?

It knew that dragons were lustful creatures, but surely that didn't mean they would even go after stones?

And do stone golems even exist?

The skeleton pondered for a long time before finally rejecting the idea.

In the end, we changed our approach.

For example... this stone man signed a contract with a dragon and received gifts from the dragon.

This explains its strangeness quite well.

However, before it could think about it for long, Murphy came over carrying pieces of metal.

The skeleton was delighted to see this scene; it had expected the stone man to bring out something powerful.

But now it seems like he just wants to make a set of bones for himself by hand.

It immediately joked:

"So, what are you planning to do? A skeleton's body can only be set by bones. Are you going to chip away at my bones piece by piece? By the time you've chipped them out, the dragon eggs will have already hatched..."

"Yes, we'll chip it out piece by piece," Murphy said confidently.

"Brother, are you serious?"

The ghostly flames in the skull's eye sockets flickered, and it asked in disbelief.

"Yes, that's good." Murphy nodded, then placed the skeleton on the shelf and began summoning a hammer to forge iron.

"Wow, it really is a stone man... but I have over two hundred bones in my body, and yours..."

The skeleton was speechless.

Even if you just hammer it in, it would take at least ten minutes. Two hundred yuan, plus assembly, polishing, and…

It hadn't forgotten that Murphy had said he'd carve runes into his bones! Or what kind of operating system?

Although it couldn't understand the runes, it knew exactly what kind of troublesome thing they were!

These two hundred-plus coins... how many runes and how much time will that take!

The firelight in the skeleton's eyes went black, but it knew that the stone golems were even more stubborn than dragons; it couldn't even persuade the dragons, let alone the stone golems.

So since things have come to this, we can only accept it. If all else fails, we can reduce the amount of work done to save time.

"Why don't you just do half of it..."

Click.

A crisp cracking sound of joints coming together occurred.

The skeleton instantly stopped thinking and moving, only looking at its suddenly added neck and shoulders.

A question mark popped into my head.

Murphy: (¬～¬)