Chapter 1138 007 is in action (seeking a monthly ticket)
~.-~There is a proverb circulating in this world: 'Every goblin is a criminal. Even if he is not committing a crime, he is still preparing to commit a crime~!'
Although this sentence is a bit extreme and has extremely strong racial discrimination, in a certain sense, there is nothing wrong with it.
As a weak race living at the bottom of society and discriminated against by everyone, goblins have no motherland, no authority, and they don't even know what unity is.
They wandered across the entire continent, struggling to survive and engaging in all kinds of jobs and various gray professions that were available to them.
It is a pity that they are thin and weak, and it is impossible for them to engage in promising jobs with strong violent colors such as murder and arson, robbing homes and houses, occupying mountains and becoming kings, etc.
Therefore, thieves, swindlers, loan sharks, issuing false certificates, manufacturing fake goods, folk medicine doctors, witches and wizards...etc., all jobs that linger at the bottom of society and have a strong sense of service industry.
What they do is always a low-level job, and their status is even lower than that of the homeless gypsies who live in caravans.
Born in a neighborhood with the highest crime rate, they have to struggle for survival all the time. Therefore, every goblin is extremely smart and cunning, and that bad quality is even integrated into their genes.
From the moment they are born, they know how to perform magic tricks or the formula of medicine.
By the time he was three or four years old, he had basically completed all the skills needed for a villain. Slipping doors, picking locks, identifying coins...
When they get a little older, they learn to use the things on hand to make all kinds of fakes that are almost real.
Silver Light and Sand Gold are the best among them. They grew up in the same goblin community, living in low and dark small houses, surrounded by sewage and rats, and learned the skills accumulated by their predecessors for thousands of years.
And carry it forward.
Finally got out of his rat's nest and moved into the big city.
Although they are considered successful among goblins, in human society, they are restricted in every aspect and suffer all kinds of discrimination. Until...until they met Lord Lorraine.
Although almost everyone among the nobles hated goblins, Lord Luo did understand their evil behavior.
In fact, most of the reasons why they are like this are also caused by society.
Because they are too weak to protect their property with force. Moreover, they do not have the right of their own country to protect them, so... almost everyone bullies them~!
Whenever they have money, everyone from kings and emperors to traffickers and pawns will rush over and take away the last copper from them, making them poor again.
This kind of thing has happened many times in history. And many, many similar things are happening in every corner of the continent.
This kind of thing has become so frequent for human beings that it has become normal. Therefore, basically no record of this kind of thing can be found in any history books.
Because of this, Sir Luo even had some respect for them.
If this kind of thing happened to another race, other people, after experiencing so many maimings, they might have sunk, or given up on themselves, become a lazy man, resigned to their fate, and finally disappeared in the long river of history.
But these goblins endured it tenaciously and never gave up.
No matter how great the difficulty is, no matter how many things are robbed, or even if they are destitute, the next day, you will see their thin and wretched figures appearing on the street again, trying to steal a wallet.
And happy. Excited because I cheated a copper coin. I tried every means to accumulate wealth again. I was busy working for a living.
It is this harsh living environment that has created the goblins' extremely high survival quality and excellent skills.
After Lord Luo accidentally recruited the goblin Sha Jin, he was surprised to find that those goblins had quite a lot of multi-faceted skills.
In the banking industry, they are the most qualified actuaries. Just by looking at the books, they can tell how much profit there is and how much loan should be collected.
In the business world, they are the best businessmen. To be precise, they are profiteers who dare to take risks. In order to make money, they go into all inaccessible places without fear and sell anything that seems profitable.
In the world of fraud, they are the best liars. They know more than 360 kinds of classic deceptions. This makes Lord Luo blush. You know, with his erudition, he only knows more than 100 kinds.
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In the medical world, they are the best pharmacists. Not only do they know which medicines can treat trauma (they are often beaten and robbed), but the magicians refuse to serve them, even though the Holy See "preaches the equality of all living beings" and does not refuse.
The price is also ridiculously expensive.)
Moreover, in order to deceive others, they often have to prepare various potions.
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As a leader among goblins, Yinguang is one of the ten outstanding goblin youths in the Holy Light Continent. From the age of five, he already knows which of the simplest materials can be used to prepare drugs that make people delirious.
A country bumpkin fainted into the city and robbed him of all his finances.
These fun little things are carried by every goblin. Not only are they used to defraud people of money, but countless examples have proven that such things can also save their own lives at critical moments.
Huck drank half the bottle of wine in one breath, then squinted his eyes, smacked his lips, and burped loudly. Then he took a long breath and fell back heavily on the chair, with a satisfied look on his face.
He murmured: "Good wine, you damn despicable goblin, I find that I like you more and more."
The silver light has been keeping a close eye on Huck, ready to escape at any time.
Due to the poor manufacturing quality, the wine with added ingredients will naturally have a strange taste. If it were a human being who drinks regularly, he would immediately be able to tell that the wine tastes wrong.
Therefore, this trick was mostly used on poor people who only drank the cheapest potato wine. Yin Guang was always worried about this, for fear that Huck would also notice something unusual.
Seeing that he had no doubts, the goblin's heart dropped. Yin Guang chuckled lightly, bowed like a noble butler, and said: "It is my honor to serve you."
But he was secretly laughing in his heart: What a fart, he has never even drunk a bottle of bad wine for five coppers. A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin.
Huck burped several times and clenched the copper bottle with both hands. Holding the bottle tightly to his chest, he said vaguely: "You are very sensible. Although you are a despicable goblin, it doesn't matter.
Oldham, Uncle Harker, I will protect you."
The expression on Huck's face became more and more confused, and the goblin thought to himself: The medicine is working.
At this moment, Huck suddenly sat up, patted the goblin on the shoulder hard, with a silly drunken smile on his face, grinned widely, and said: "Out of so many people, you are the only one who is here for me."
I sincerely serve you. Good, very good~!”
Huck had begun his drunken ravings.
"I know they look down on me, but it doesn't matter. Uncle Huck, I am no longer what I used to be." Huck patted his chest hard and shouted in the loudest voice, "Uncle Huck, I am a big shot now, a big shot~!"
I know, I know, our master values you the most. Mr. Harker, you are inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people. Master, must I tell you everything?" The goblin carefully guided Harker's words.
Huck laughed wildly and shouted proudly: "Of course. I still remember the day the master appeared in our tribe. He suddenly fell from the sky and killed several people who usually bullied Huck with just a few moves of his fingers.
, it’s ridiculous that they still claim to be some kind of bullshit warriors.
Let them bully Uncle Huck and me..."
Then Huck began to talk to the goblins about the past of being bullied in the tribe.
A person with a weak constitution like him has a status like a clown in the barbarian tribe.
"Yes, yes, they deserve to die." The goblin was secretly anxious. Huck was like a patient seeing a psychiatrist, constantly nagging the goblin about things like being punched, kicked, or pushed into a pit.
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Of course, you always have to add at the end: "I killed that guy later."
After catching the conversation, the goblin hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, Harker, is highly valued by the master. You hold a high position in Oldham and will have great success in the future. You will definitely become a great nobleman such as a Marquis or Duke."
"Fart~!" Huck jumped up and slapped the goblin on the head, shouting: "The Marquis and Duke are nothing! I tell you..."
As he spoke, Huck was suddenly startled and looked left and right. He bent down in front of the goblin and said, "Uncle Huck, I will be a king in the future. King~! Then I will make you my palace prince."
Manager."
"That's great," Yin Guang pretended to be ecstatic, bowed to the ground, performed a court etiquette, and said, "See His Majesty the King."
"No courtesy, my dear." Huck leaned back in his chair, looking like a king in a country drama, clapped his thighs and laughed happily, saying: "This day is not far away, it will be realized next year. I will only tell you one thing
People,"
"Here comes the drama." The goblin was delighted.
"The master has a big plan." Huck opened his arms and drew a circle, and said, "The master told me personally. Do you know why the master is so capable and why he has to come to our poor valley?"
The goblin shook his head.
"Because this place is close to Ruman~!" Huck said with a proud smile on his face: "Do you know why we built this city? This is not for poor people. This is for the master's army. I can listen.
I told you, a million-strong army."
Although he was mentally prepared, the goblin was still taken aback.
Huck hugged the bottle and closed his eyes, indulging in his imagination, and said in a trance: "As long as summer comes, Huck will lead his master's army of one million and defeat Ruman in one fell swoop!"
Huck said, jumping up and waving his arms vigorously towards the sky.
Yin Guang looked surprised and applauded Huck vigorously.
Huck said intoxicatedly: "So what about that Hadou? He also said that he would copy his achievements. That bullshit mainland's number one general. When the time comes, I, General Huck, no, Marshal Huck... Your Majesty Huck, will be the mainland's leader."
The first general."
The goblins clapped and pretended to be excited and shouted: "Long live your Majesty, long live your Majesty~!"
The unconscious Huck was coaxed into a daze, and he regarded the goblin as his confidant from the bottom of his heart.
The goblin thought quickly in his mind, of course he couldn't believe what this guy said when he was drunk and crazy.
Even if the dark mage had no brains, he would not leave the army to the command of the sycophant in front of him. The goblin knew very well that in the eyes of the dark mage, Huck was like a commanding dog.
But most of the goblins have been linked together.
The dark mage kidnapped nearly 100,000 barbarians, and the purpose of building this city became clear. In the future, it was to accommodate the army and be used as a base.
After the snow melts, the undead tribe will suddenly come out from here. Copying Hadou's raid on the Ruman Empire, they can even penetrate into the heart of the Ruman Empire and turn Ruman upside down.
Yinguang weighed it up and felt that the probability of their success was very high. Even he could not have imagined that a dark mage would appear here, and the Ruman people certainly could not have imagined that the Snowy Mountains actually hid the army of the undead. They could completely catch the Ruman people by surprise.
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What Yinguang can't figure out is how the undead tribe will transport the so-called million-strong army to Aldheim. At present, it seems that the only feasible way is to use a war fortress, but how many soldiers can be transported at a time?
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"No matter what, the information must be passed on as soon as possible." The goblin glanced at Huck, who was still dreaming about the king, and said secretly: "It seems that the only way to rely on this fool is now."
His silver eyes rolled back and forth three times, then he put on a flattering smile and said respectfully: "Dear Sir Huck, as your future palace manager, I need to remind you about your current life and your identity.
It’s really a bad match.”
Huck raised his arm and turned around, looking at the complete leather robe on his body. He said blankly: "Is there any?"
The goblin nodded solemnly and said: "Do you know how the nobles of Ruman live? In winter, they wear coats made of wool. On their feet are boots made of the softest skin from the lamb's belly.
They live in a warm house with a copper stove, as comfortable as in summer. They go out in a luxurious shock-absorbing carriage, surrounded by dozens of servants to serve him.
They ate freshly slaughtered cattle and sheep, drank the finest wine, and on their bed were women whose skin was as white as snow, as soft as water, and as beautiful as white chrysanthemums.
They~~--Net.Updated first~~ attended a banquet with music and dancing in the evening, and had fun until dawn."
Huck seemed to be listening to a fairy tale. He was stunned by the goblin. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"But look at you?" The goblin looked Huck up and down, and made a "tsk, tsk" sound in his mouth, looking regretful and unfair, and said: "Your status is more noble than the nobles. But you are wearing clothes made of a whole bearskin.
, and the feet are tubes made of fur."
Huck looked at his clothes and felt that these things were too inconsistent with his status, and he couldn't help but curl his lips in disgust.
"You live in a shabby house with lots of drafts. You don't even have a horse to go out. You eat dry meat as hard as a stone, and you don't even have a sip of wine. Compared with human nobles, you are at a huge loss."
Huck licked his lips and said unwillingly: "But what can I do?"
The goblin came closer and whispered like a devil who tricked him into selling his soul: "You have money, we can buy everything you need. Besides, if you give more of these things to the master, won't you get more?"
Master’s trust.”
Huck's mind was tempted by the goblin, and he murmured: "Am I rich?"
The goblin nodded and said: "My respected sir, you are now worth several million gold coins. Even in Ruman, you are one of the richest men. You said that you have a noble status and are so rich, but you still live like this.
What do you want from living a miserable life?"
Huck suddenly woke up and thought to himself: Yes, I have status and money, why do I still live like a barbarian?
"But, how can we get what you mentioned?" Huck whispered.
The goblin chuckled and said, "You forgot, I am a smuggler. I can buy you everything you need from humans. All you need is..."
"What do you need?" Huck asked eagerly.
Yin Guang whispered: "You just need to convince the master."
Huck's thoughts were completely led away by the goblin, and he said blankly: "But the master is too scary, what should I tell the master?"
"It's successful. I, Uncle Yinguang, are here to take action. There's no task that I can't win." The goblin thought proudly in his heart, then he lay down next to Huck's ear and whispered in a low voice: "Just say that there is not enough salt. Without salt, slaves can work."
I have no strength. The master has guests again, and they must need a lot of things. I think the master will agree."
"But..." Huck was still timid and hesitant.
The silver light seemed to bewitch a criminal goblin and said: "You can drink as much wine as you want then."
"Hiccup" The smell of wine rose in his stomach, and Huck burped again. He finally made up his mind and said, "Okay, I'll go and beg for mercy from the master right now."
Huck lifted up his clothes, stuffed the wine bottle under his arm, turned around and walked out.
Watching him leave, Yin Guang breathed a heavy sigh of relief and fell down on the ground. Yin Guang felt that he had never been so tired before, and his body was covered in a layer of hot sweat. It was even worse than when he was cheating in the city.
More laborious.
All that was left was anxious waiting. Finally, when the sky became dark in the afternoon, Huck walked into the goblin's house with his waist bent, followed by a man wrapped in a black robe.
The man in black robe looked up and down at Sha Jin, and said in a hoarse voice in surprise: "A dirty goblin, what the hell."
Huck was respectful, lowered his head and said, "This is the smuggler I'm talking about."
"Okay," the man in black robe said angrily, "Slugs have their uses, and goblins will be goblins."
Yin Guang always maintained a respectful expression, but kept cursing in his heart: Wait for me, I will write it down for you in the notebook, and I will make a list for you in the future.
"Can you get these things?" The man in black robe handed a piece of paper to the goblin.
Yin Guang took it and took a look. It was densely filled with the names of various items, from clothes and shoes to paper and ink. There were no less than a hundred items, many of which were daily necessities.
The barbarians lacked everything here, and even the lich felt greatly inconvenienced.
The goblin gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Yes, it must be possible."
"Very good," the man in black robe nodded and said, "Then I'll leave it to you.