novelraw Chapter 91 The Goblin Bus Privatization System Takes Effect
Chapter 91 The Goblin Bus Privatization System Takes Effect
Chapter 91 The Goblin Bus Privatization System Takes Effect
The crowd finally dispersed.
Ian jumped in front of Gugu.
"What 'Master of Clear Broth'? How could you get that wrong?"
Gugu stood there without saying a word, staring at the green-haired corpse, her face turning a little pale.
"Stop looking—I'll collect his body for you."
Youth has no price; colleagues melt in your mouth.
[Devour] activated! A new talent has appeared on the panel.
"Come with me." Ian gestured for Gugu to follow.
Gugu followed Ian to an open space nearby, lowered its head, and dared not speak.
Ian knelt down in front of him.
Despite being less than half a meter tall, the slime exuded the imposing presence of someone three meters tall.
"What's going on with you goblins?"
Gugu looked up at him, her face innocent: "Sir, this—I can't control this either."
Ian gestured for him to continue, to see how Gugu would try to argue.
Goblin continued, "That's how goblins are, it's something passed down from their ancestors. In that aspect—they're just strong. Back in the forest, we were always fighting, fighting for territory, and going hungry, but we never stopped. Now—"
He glanced at Ian, and seeing that the big boss didn't react, he continued to add.
"Now we have food and drink, we don't have to fight for territory, we don't go hungry, and there's no fighting. That energy—that energy needs somewhere to go, right?"
Ian remained silent.
This is true even when living conditions are harsh and most of one's energy is devoted to survival. Once conditions improve, those suppressed instincts are more likely to erupt.
When people are well-fed and warm, they start to indulge in lustful desires. The wisdom of our ancestors is truly everywhere.
"How did you manage before?"
Gugu scratched his head: "In the past—in the past, people died quickly. No matter how many babies you had, there weren't enough to go around. Those born today might be eaten by wild animals tomorrow. Those born the day after tomorrow might starve to death the day after that. Very few survived."
Ian understood.
Having many children is not a problem.
The problem is————
These green-skinned bastards have excess energy right now, and they need an outlet for that energy.
And goblins are too wild!
Ian implemented militaristic management on them mainly to break them out of their wild ways, much like training dogs.
To transform them from chaos and evil, they must at least be transformed into a neutral order. Only then will they be of any use.
"Alright, this is the last time," Ian said. "You can go back now."
Gugu nodded, then turned and ran away.
Ian lay on the ground, his mind racing.
Excessive desires. An outlet is needed.
As for what kind of export?
Ian thought about the methods he had used in his previous life: sports, entertainment, work, or maybe he should just go for a foot bath.
Physical education? Goblin military training is already tiring enough, but they seem to be adapting well. You can't just increase the exercise without limit; that would only kill the goblins.
Entertainment? What kind of entertainment does Dragon Territory have?
Even for someone as noble as the Dragon Girl, her Happy House hasn't even started the process of creating a new folder yet.
Work? They're already at work.
As for foot baths —
Even I, Lord Slime, haven't enjoyed this! How could a mere goblin possibly surpass it!
Ian sighed.
He pulled the old book out of his pocket.
Turn it over.
"Ms. Mo, I have something to ask you."
A wisp of smoke rose from the book.
Ms. Mo floated out, yawning: "What is it now? What gossip is there this time?"
Ian: "No gossip, just something to ask you."
Ms. Mo curled her lip: "Are you treating me like a slave? Someone you can summon and dismiss at will—"
Ian rubbed his tentacles together and chuckled, "Oh my~ Look at you, not at all! I'm just admiring your profound knowledge!"
Ms. Mo felt pleased by the flattery.
"Alright, alright, I'm just soft-hearted! So, what is it?"
Ian explained the goblin problem.
After hearing this, Ms. Mo laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up and clutched her stomach.
"Hahahaha!"
Ian's lips twitched.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Little slime!" Ms. Mo laughed, pointing at him. "You're still worrying about goblin marriages? Hahahaha!"
Ian: "————Is there anything we can do?"
Ms. Mo laughed for a full minute before stopping.
She wiped her eyes, though her soul had no tears, and then looked at Ian.
Do you know what a hamster is?
Ian was taken aback: "What rat?"
"A round rat," Ms. Mo said, "a low-level monster, not very aggressive, and reproduces extremely quickly. It's round and plump, meaty, easy to raise, and eats almost anything."
She paused, her expression subtle.
"Most importantly, goblins especially love them."
Ian's tentacle twitched.
What does "especially like" mean?
Ms. Mo smiled, the kind of "you know what I mean" smile.
"It's like—uh—as a pet, as food, as—well, you know what I mean."
Ian thought of the people who kept cats and dogs in his past life, but not ordinary cats and dogs —
"You mean—"
"Yes," Ms. Mo nodded, "That's exactly what you mean."
Ian thought about it.
This seems like—it really is a solution.
Are hamsters easy to keep?
"Easy to raise," Ms. Mo said. "They eat everything. Grass roots, tree bark, leftovers, garbage—they'll take anything."
She paused.
"Some goblin tribes used to rely on raising voles to survive. As food, as pets, as—you know what I mean. With voles around, the goblins wouldn't cause trouble."
Ian's mind started working.
Send a hamster to the goblin.
Let the rats exhaust their energy.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Isn't this a goblin companion?
Where can I find voles?
Ms. Mo thought for a moment: "There should be some around here. Those things reproduce quickly and can be found everywhere. You can ask that goblin; they should know."
Ian nodded.
Thank you.
Ms. Mo waved her hand: "Remember you owe me a piece of gossip."
Then it floated back into the book.
Ian closed the book and hopped toward the goblin camp.
Gugu was squatting next to the cafeteria, lost in thought. When she saw Ian coming over, she immediately stood up.
"grown ups!"
Ian looked at him: "Do you know what a 'group rat' is?"
Upon hearing this, Gugu swallowed hard.
"Sir, you're going to raise a volcano?!"
"You know?"
"I know! Of course I know!" Goblin's voice changed with excitement. "We goblins love that stuff the most! It's a pity that all the rats used to belong to the chieftain."
Ian: "————Why do you like it?"
Gu Gu rubbed his hands together, giving him a knowing look: "It's—that—that—"
"Alright, that's enough."
Ian waved his hand, indicating that Gugu didn't need to say anything more, or her brain would get dirty.
He chuckled.
"Can you find it?" Ian asked.
"Yes!" Gugu patted his chest confidently. "I know where to find them! I'll go catch some right now!"
Ian: "Wait."
The cooing stopped.
Ian thought for a moment: "Catch them back and keep them for now. From now on, the rats will belong to the Dragon Territory and be raised collectively. Anyone who wants to keep one can apply to adopt it."
Gugu blinked: "Claim?"
"Yes. You need contribution points to adopt one," Ian said. "Once it's grown up, the rats are yours, and you can use them however you want."
Gugu's breathing quickened.
The rats are yours to keep, use them however you like!
Ughhhhh, I'm totally going crazy!
"My lord! I'll go right now! I'll catch a hundred of them!" Gugu said eagerly.
"We don't need a hundred, let's try catching twenty first."
Gugu nodded frantically, then turned and ran.
He ran two steps, then ran back.
"Sir, how many contribution points are needed per animal?"
Ian thought for a moment: "100 points each."
I can't let this matter of finding a wife go cheaply. I won't pay the bride price, but the goblin will have to pay more.
After all, only the goblin leader used to have a pack of rats.
Now, with enough effort, every goblin can privatize a bus!
What a blessing this is!
Gugu's saliva was about to drip down.
100 points each.
His current contribution points are just enough to exchange for one.
"I'm off!"
He disappeared in a flash.