Chapter 19 Human Resources Can Be Exchanged for Money
Goblins are weak, selfish, black-hearted, lazy, have no organization or discipline, and are almost incapable of orderly cooperation. They are the lowest-level monsters on this continent. Even a few farmers with pitchforks can escape unscathed from the siege of twenty or thirty goblins as long as they muster up the courage.

This weak race can only survive by hunting weaker wild animals in the surrounding area most of the time.

Due to hunger caused by lack of food, hunting by more powerful monsters in the surrounding area, and frequent raids by adventurers, countless goblins die every day.

But even so, they are still the most numerous monsters on this continent.

Whether it is an abandoned mine, a deserted swamp, or an old ruin, there will be goblin settlements living there.

One very important reason is that these little things reproduce too quickly.

Farry now understood the reproductive capacity of these guys.

"These two litters can produce twelve babies. It's really outrageous."

The remaining eleven goblin babies in front of us are the results of the battle between the two female goblins.

There are more than a dozen pregnant goblins in the goblin settlement, and the gestation period of a goblin is only about twenty days.

"I see……"

The goblin has awakened the blood of a giant. For his weak body, the burden of this blood is too heavy.

But this is obviously not enough.

This goblin is a mutant. The bloodline awakened by his ancestral return is in conflict with the goblin's original bloodline, which makes him extremely weak.

Krigo walked quickly to the weak goblin child, but it was obvious that there was nothing he could do.

Through the wizard's eyes, Fari understood why the mutant species of goblins were so rare.

Krigo walked in, accompanied by a female goblin. She was the first to realize that they could not handle the current situation, so she went to find Krigo, the strongest being in their minds.

Unless some miracle happened, he wouldn't be able to survive on his own.

The secondary restoration spell was cast on the goblin child. Slowly, the child's breathing became heavier, and the damage caused by the conflict between bloodlines was being repaired.

But here, these young children who are temporarily weakened due to blood conflicts can receive the most basic care.

The Mage's Eye dissipated, and the magic that maintained its existence had been used by Farui to heal the goblin child in front of him.

Farui ignored him, he controlled the Mage's Eye and came to the goblin child with giant blood. Then a faint green light lit up.

Now, it's time for Fari to perform miracles.

When Farui thought of this, he couldn't help but gasp.

"what happened?"

A baby goblin looked a little weak, and the female goblins around him were busy feeding him.

“It’s really outrageous.”

"This little thing won't survive if it's like this."

The Mage's Eye appeared in the room, and the faint dragon aura it exuded allowed Krigo to immediately recognize who was in front of him, and then he knelt on the ground.

With the intelligence of these ordinary goblins, they could only try to feed the weak-looking goblin child with the food in their hands, and then hope that he would get better after eating.

In a normal settlement, such weak goblin babies would simply be thrown into the dirtiest corner of the nest to fend for themselves.

"Come to my cave."

Farri's voice dissipated in the room. After the remaining dragon power dissipated, Krigo slowly stood up, walked to the bed of the goblin child, and rubbed his cheek with his hand.

After seeing that the toddler was indeed safe and sound, Krigo breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a kind master."

Ferry stretched.

He already had some ideas about how to exploit these goblins.

If you want to obtain treasure, you either have to rob it by force or trade your own resources with others.

The human village at the foot of the mountain didn't seem to have many strong people, so it wouldn't be difficult to rob them, but Farui didn't intend to do so. When he was on Dragon Island, he had heard a story.

Once, there was an adult red dragon that recklessly destroyed a peaceful and tranquil village. As a result, it was killed by a messenger of God who descended from the sky that same day.

"That was the hometown of a god during his mortal days. He didn't even think about it. There is not a single monster nest within a 30-kilometer radius of that village. Where else on the continent can you find such a good place?"

This is the final comment of the dragon telling the story.

It was obvious that the place where Farui was now was unusual, and the village seemed to have existed in this unusual place for a long time. God knew if there was a guardian beast buried under the village.

Still, Farrell prefers to err on the side of caution.

Since it is impossible to rob, the remaining option is to trade.

"Master, I'm here."

Krigo's voice came from outside the cave.

"Come in."

Krigo was a little nervous. After the dragon signed the master-servant contract with his tribe that day, it had not had any conversation with him.

He moved slowly forward in the dark cave, wondering what he would face.
"Master, what are your orders?"

Krigo came before Farui and knelt respectfully.

"A very simple matter."

Fari's voice echoed in the cave.

"I need treasure."

Krigor shuddered.

The benefits of becoming a servant of a strong man are obvious. With the protection of a strong man, the probability of survival on this continent will be greatly increased. But the downside is that they need to meet the strong man's reasonable or unreasonable demands.

"Master, we really can't produce any gold, silver or treasures."

Krigo was ready to be torn into pieces by the angry dragon in front of him, but he hoped that the dragon's anger would not spread to his goblin camp.

"Since you don't have it, go earn it."

He only waited for Fari's calm reply.

"I'll show you the way."

Fary stood up and walked to the cave entrance. Krigo hesitated for a moment and followed him.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Fari pointed to the village at the foot of the mountain.

"What do you think of the village?"

Fari had already observed the village. In the previous attack by the necromancer, the village had lost a lot of young and middle-aged laborers, and now many fields were uncultivated.

And human resources are what goblins have no shortage of.

In the village, the village chief and a wealthy family in the village were having a discussion.

"Should we find adventurers in the city to wipe out those goblins?"

"Without so many young and strong people, the harvest in the next few years will be affected. Those adventurers in the city are not cheap."

The crowd was clearly divided on this point.

"Village chief, village chief, the goblin is here again."

A militiaman walked in and the arguing stopped temporarily.

Krigo, who was standing at the village gate, didn't have to wait long before the village chief and his entourage appeared in front of him.

(End of this chapter)