novelraw Chapter 92 seems to have forgotten something?
Chapter 92 seems to have forgotten something?
Chapter 92 seems to have forgotten something?
The next evening, Gugu returned with seven goblins.
Each person was holding a chubby, brown ball in their arms.
Ian looked at the clumps of rats.
It is indeed round, and its shape is similar to a dough ball, but it is a dough ball that is half a meter tall.
It has fluffy fur, a round body, and short legs, making it waddle when it runs.
Its eyes are dark and bright, and its nose twitches, making it look both silly and cute.
Gugu held the cuddly rat in her arms up to Ian, her face beaming with excitement: "Master! Look! Purebred! All purebred!"
What's with this talk of purebred or impure? Are purebred hamsters more noble?
Ian looked at the cuddly rat.
The rat also looked at him.
Then the rat opened its mouth and yawned.
Ian:
'
Behind Gugu, the goblins had already formed a circle, placed the rat on the ground, and stared at it intently.
The little creatures wriggled around on the ground, occasionally stopping to sniff the ground before running off again.
Because there are more goblins than rats, usually several or even a dozen goblins will surround a single rat.
"So cute—" a goblin murmured.
"Cute, I want to—" another reached out.
"Shut up! It's mine!" The third one had already started grabbing it.
Ian couldn't help but twitch his lips as he looked at the green-skinned bastards.
It seems the goblin training needs to be intensified; why are they behaving so disorganized and undisciplined again?
but----
This reaction seems familiar.
After much thought, Ian finally came up with an idea.
It was basically going to the shopping mall with my best buddy, and after saying "next batch" countless times—
Several people eventually discovered the same piece of gold.
They seem about the same.
"Ahem!" Ian cleared his throat. "Quiet down."
The goblins immediately stood in position.
Ian announced: "The rats will be collectively owned by Dragon Territory and raised under a unified system. Anyone who wants to adopt one can apply. Adoption requires contribution points, 50 points per rat."
The merciful Slime Lord finally decided to give the goblins a 50% discount, instead of the originally planned 100%.
Points of contribution —
Because there are very few goblins who can get 100 contribution points right now.
This time, Ian's main goal was to address the goblins' intense desires, rather than letting them develop any further problems.
Moreover, goblins don't practice monogamy, so you can exchange for more goblins later when you have enough contribution points.
So I'll accept the lower price.
As soon as Ian finished speaking, the goblins began to whisper among themselves.
"Aaaaaah, I'm only halfway there!"
"That's so expensive! If I only take one a day—I'd have to train for 10 days straight?!"
"I only have 2 points—can someone lend me 48 points?!"
"Is this any different from robbery?"
Gugu stood to the side, looking smug.
He had just secretly asked Ian, and he said he could adopt one for free.
Firstly, he was the captain, and secondly, he managed the goblins diligently, recruiting over a hundred new goblins.
However, even with the price reduction—
Aside from the goblin, there are only about ten goblins enough to exchange for it.
The one who contributed the most points was Goblin 007.
Ever since he defecated in public last time and it was repeatedly publicized, he has entered a state of mental abnormality.
It's basically a "since the society is already dead, let's just go all the way down this path!" mentality.
Number 007 has almost completely dominated, earning nearly half of the "MVP" honors in daily training so far.
Ian looked at the crazed goblins and waved his tentacles: "Line up. One at a time. There are only a few in the first batch; those with higher total contribution points will be given priority."
Nicole appeared out of nowhere, holding a small notebook, and began registering with a blank expression.
In no time, all the rats were claimed.
The goblins, who had enough contribution points but hadn't gotten a turn, surrounded the goblin with mournful expressions.
"Captain, let's go catch some more—"
"Yeah, I want one too—"
Gugu waved her hand: "Wait! We'll go tomorrow!"
Ian lay nearby, watching this scene unfold.
Ms. Mo floated out and sat down next to him.
"Little slime, that's a pretty sneaky trick."
Ian: "Aren't you going to sleep? And how is this considered mean?"
Ms. Mo pointed to the goblins who were hugging the rats and grinning foolishly: "They just feel like you're exploiting them—"
Ian glanced at Ms. Mo: "You're from the Goblin Protection Association? How many wild goblins can have their own—cough cough! Only here can they get this kind of treatment!"
I'm clearly the goblin's great philanthropist!
indeed.
Several goblins held the rat in their arms, their faces full of contentment, their eyes so tender they could melt hearts.
If it weren't for Ian and the instructor being there, these goblins would probably have already taken their pants off.
Some have already started grooming the hamsters.
Some were talking to the rat.
"My little darling, from now on you're mine—"
"Let me name you Cuihua—"
"Are you hungry? I have some dried meat here—"
Ian's tentacles twitched.
This is fucking—
Goblins can be innocent too? That's so contrary to stereotypes!
Ms. Mo laughed: "Now they won't have time to bother others."
Ian thought for a moment and nodded.
It seems so—indeed.
"Alright, let's proceed as planned." Ian turned and walked towards the dragon's nest.
I still have a lot to worry about.
Sunlight shines on the roof of the soon-to-be-completed collective canteen in Longling.
The fresh scent of sawdust still lingered among the beams, and several rabbit-men were tiptoeing, hammering away at some wall panels with their newly assigned hammers. In the distance, the shouts of minotaurs carrying stones mingled with the wisps of smoke rising from the cement kiln, outlining a bustling scene of activity.
Ian was lying on a large rock at the entrance of the cafeteria, looking rather limp.
That's a normal reaction after excessive magic consumption.
He gazed at the scene before him: the road was taking shape, the canteen frame was rising from the ground, and the steel furnace was emitting its first steady wisp of smoke in the distance.
He personally spearheaded all of this.
"This is all the empire I conquered!" Ian said in a whisper that only he could hear, his deep blue gelatinous body gleaming in the sunlight.
The next second, the faint light within her body trembled for no apparent reason.
Ian froze, feeling a sense of unease deep within his soul.
wrong.
I have a feeling that something important is missing from this Dragon Territory.
But I just can't remember—
So Ian began to think hard.
His first thought was about the various projects, and it seemed like everything was running smoothly?
Cement? The goblins are still experimenting with new proportions, but so far there haven't been any results.
Steel? No, that's not right either. There's no progress at all, so it shouldn't make me panic.
Have I forgotten what I promised the Dragon Girl? I've drawn so many pie-in-the-sky pictures that I can't even remember which ones I've drawn?
Ian kept looking around.
finally----
I remembered it myself.
A few days ago, just before Mirabelle's supply convoy arrived, he locked Lilith in an empty room at Charles Manor.
To punish her for spreading rumors, he set up dozens of defensive spells and even arranged for a technician to give her an unlimited time-extra session.
Then he devoted himself entirely to the construction.
Six days.
For six whole days, I didn't think about it even once.
Unnatural ripples appeared on Ian's gelatinous body surface.
"Holy crap! This is a major disaster!"
He bounced off the stone like a pinball and rolled at high speed toward the castle, kicking up a little cloud of dust along the way.
"Please, whatever happens, please don't let anything go wrong—"