◎No feelings, let's start over again!◎
Warren coughed several times before he managed to swallow the fried meat. He took a sip of lava slime jelly to moisten his throat and looked at Barlow in shock.
"What did you say?"
Barlow tilted his head innocently, with a very well-behaved expression.
"My king, the goblins' digging technology is very helpful for land planting. In addition, the artificially irrigated underground magma rivers will gradually dry up, and the channels left on the surface are relatively narrow, so goblins can also be used to replenish magma. As long as there are enough goblins, except for the help of magic soldiers during sowing and harvesting, the potato fields can be left to the goblins at other times. It's very convenient."
Hiring more goblins is indeed a good way to solve the potato farming problem. When the construction of the underground magma river was deadlocked and only Barlow could complete it, Warren listed this solution among many solutions. However, he did not expect Barlow to take the initiative to propose it. For a moment, he was a little amused: "You want to take us to capture your people?"
When this goblin was caught stealing meat, in order not to implicate his own race, he even mustered up the courage to follow the demon army back to the Demon King's palace. At that time, he might never have imagined that now, several months later, he would be so enthusiastically talking about the plan to kidnap his people.
Barro scratched his ear and chuckled: "At that time, I didn't expect that there would be such a wise king like you in the world!"
He had long wanted to bring all his tribesmen to the Demon King's Palace, but he felt that the goblins could not fight, and their short arms and legs made it difficult for them to learn weaving or forging. They could not help in the development and construction of the Demon King's Palace, and they could not just come and eat for free, so he had never mentioned it.
It was not until the potato fields began to be cultivated that he finally found the place where the goblins could be useful - digging underground lava rivers was something that no other race could replace, and it was simply a godsend for the goblins.
...
...
Warren smiled and shook his head. "It just so happens that the construction of the tents at the military camp has been completed. Let's hurry up and build the residence of the goblins in the next two days, and then we will go pick up your people."
Barro followed the Demon King happily. Hearing this, he jumped up in joy: "We have a special place to live?"
"Of course. The vacant rooms in the palace are given to the Winged Demons and the slimes who come here to study and exchange. There is no place for you to live." Warren patted his head. "But don't get too excited. Time and technology are limited. We can only guarantee shelter from the wind and rain. Anyway, just live here for now. When we have more building materials in the future, we will build a new big house."
"It's already great that it can shelter us from the wind and rain. It's the best house I can imagine," Barlow waved his short hands exaggeratedly. "My king, you didn't see where I lived before. It was just a small pit dug out of the ground. Sometimes it wasn't dug deep enough, and when there were monsters running on the ground, the pit would collapse. I would eat a mouthful of mud while sleeping!"
He described it vividly, and Warren curled his eyes in amusement: "You are a really good storyteller. The Winged Demon Tribe will have a separate class in a few days. How about you become a teacher and give them a lecture?"
Barro straightened his chest, and with the confidence that he often answered questions in the Demon King's math class, he nodded without hesitation: "No problem!"
As he was too busy with the task of digging the underground lava river recently, he had not had much contact with the Winged Demon Tribe - if he knew that the Winged Demon Tribe leader was an irritable old pigeon who could easily calculate the number of his tribe members, perhaps the tone of his response at this time would not be so confident.
…
Three days later.
Arabella, the leader of the hunting team, led the team members out of the camp with high morale. The goblin Barlow sat on Arabella's shoulders, chewing bacon and chattering excitedly:
"There are forty-eight goblins in our tribe. I know how many caves there are in our tribe. When the time comes, we will block the other caves and then let out smoke! Goblins are most afraid of fire, so they will definitely run out. You can just catch them!"
The demon soldiers were ready to fight: "No problem! Hey, Barro, don't accuse us of bullying your people when the time comes!"
Barlow laughed: "I can see you don't understand us goblins, yet you still bully us. If you were a little stronger, you would cry and beg us not to die!"
Demon Soldier: "Really? Why do I feel like you're not that fragile?"
Barlow: "If you punch me, you won't think so - hey, don't run!"
They walked away laughing, and when viewed from the window on the second floor of the Devil's Palace, they gradually turned into a string of small black dots in the sunlight and soon disappeared.
Warren looked away, and the scene of the goblins screaming in terror and running out of the cave and then being grabbed and taken away by the demon soldiers emerged in his mind. He laughed happily.
The goblins live in the Gobi Desert and are weak. The demon soldiers have Barlow to lead the way, so bringing the goblins back to the Demon King's Palace is easier than usual hunting. Warren is not worried about their safety. He turns and leaves the corridor, ready to start a new round of card drawing.
He currently has eleven magic crystals, and he can get nine more after completing the tasks of [Education through Entertainment] and [Trade and Industry Benefits]. Warren originally planned to save them up to draw cards, but in the end, he couldn't hold back his eager hands, so he decided to do it now and poked the Demon King's crown hard:
"System, I want to draw a card!"
The card drawing system was silent for a moment and did not speak, but Warren felt that if it had a physical body, it would be rolling its eyes at him, accusing him of disturbing its sleep.
"Come on, how can you, a system, not like to communicate with people?" He couldn't help but complain, "Did the main system set you up with a world-weary personality?"
[…Ordinary card pool has been activated]
The system spoke in a dry, mechanical voice of a tablet, and the card drawing interface popped up quickly, with an inexplicable sense of escape.
[Number of magic crystals detected: 11]
[Deduct Magic Crystal: 10, exchange for a chance to draw a card.]
Warren rubbed his chin with his fingers, and without investigating the anomaly of the card drawing system, he reached out and clicked [Confirm Card Draw], calmly watching the falling cards spinning rapidly around the aperture. After the familiar card drawing animation ended, a card flashing purple light fell into his palm.
"I can still draw SR without the novice period buff," Warren said happily, "I am really lucky!"
[Newton's coffin
Quality SR
Type Ability Card
Use: Using this card, you can fly freely and manipulate all non-living objects within a kilometer.
The usage limit can only be activated once a day, and each activation can last for three hours.
Feel free to use the comments, Newton won’t chase you across the world! ]
Warren held the cards, stood on tiptoe excitedly, and clenched his fists in excitement.
It turned out to be the flying card he had been dreaming about day and night, and it also came with the ability to control objects within a range. This way, when he teaches the demons in the future, he can use more teaching aids and even teach while floating in the air. This is the style of a great devil!
"But who is Newton?" Warren was a little curious and poked the Demon King's crown again, "Why would he chase me just because I can fly?"
[……]
The card system ignored him.
Warren was in a good mood and didn't bother with the system. He put away the cards and walked out briskly - he had already heard Arabella's vigorous shouts, and it was obvious that the task of capturing the goblins had been completed.
Calculating the time, it was less than an hour. Even though I guessed that it wouldn't take much effort to capture the goblins, this speed was still too fast.
Thinking this, he walked towards the newly built goblin stone house not far from the potato field.
Since goblins are accustomed to living in groups and are small in size, when building their settlements, they did not have individual tents for each demon like the demon soldiers. Instead, they used firewood and stones to build a square house with a large bunk bed inside, which looked like a huge stone from a distance.
At this time, in the open space next to the stone house, the goblins' crying was deafening.
The magic soldiers tied up the goblins with straw ropes, strung them into a long string in front of the stone house, and then untied them one by one in order, knocked off the mud shells on their bodies, cleaned them with magic power, put animal skins on the goblins, and put them into the house.
Perhaps it was because this operation looked too much like the process of washing vegetables before putting them into the pot, the goblins were so frightened that their bodies stiffened and they didn't even dare to resist. They could only cry and beg for mercy.
The magic soldiers in charge of cleaning the goblins looked helpless. They tried to make their movements gentler and kept repeating things like "Don't worry, we won't kill you" and "I'm just washing you clean. You're too dirty covered in mud." However, the goblins didn't buy it at all and were determined that the magic soldiers wanted to eat them.
When he got closer, Warren was surprised to find that Barlow was also mixed in with the group of tied-up goblins and was trying hard to cry. He couldn't cry any tears, so he rubbed his eyes hard and howled loudly while rubbing: "Respected Great Demon Piccolo, please be kind and let us go!"
The magic soldier Piccolo, who was putting fur coats on the goblin, paused and looked at Barlow covertly: You're exposed! You shouldn't know my name!
Barro blinked, suddenly realized, and quickly started to howl again: "Respected great demon whose name I don't know, please be kind!"
The demon soldier Piccolo turned his back and quietly gave him a thumbs up: You’re right this time!
Arabella, who watched everything, said: "..."
She held her forehead in her hand speechlessly, strode over, and tapped Piccolo on the forehead: "Work hard!"
If the goblins had not been in a great panic and had no intention of paying attention to these details, the two guys' acting skills would have been exposed long ago with their eye contact!
Warren stood not far away, laughing so hard that he bent over. It was not until Arabella came over to greet him that he put away the corners of his mouth and asked curiously, "How did Barlow get in?"
"This is a plan proposed by Barro himself," Arabella explained. "He said that the goblins are very wary. If we try to influence them step by step, it will take a long time and delay the excavation of the underground lava river. So it would be better to let him sneak in and surrender first. When the other goblins see how he is treated in the Demon King's Palace, they will work with him."
Warren hummed.
He had already given the task of taming the goblins to Arabella, which was also an opportunity for her to exercise. Naturally, he had no intention of interfering, but just calmly said, "I understand."
Arabella wagged her tail and added awkwardly, "Barlow also said that we don't need to feed the goblins tonight. Starving them first will make them surrender faster. He originally suggested that we don't need to let the goblins wear clothes, but I thought it was unsightly, so I just changed them into animal skins."
Warren choked: "...As expected of Barlow."
After knowing the truth, will the goblins really not beat him up?
Among the goblins, Barlow put on his animal skin vest again and was led by the arm of the magic soldier Piccolo to the stone house. He pulled Piccolo's arm, feeling that Piccolo was holding him uncomfortable, and pulled Piccolo's tail to signal him to adjust his posture.
Piccolo changed his movements helplessly, looked at Barlow who was still howling at the top of his lungs, and grumbled quietly: "You're almost deafening my ears."
"This is called a full performance." Barlow said proudly, rolling his eyes left and right, and happened to see the Demon King who was watching the fun not far away, so he raised his face and showed Warren a big smile.
The next moment, he was thrown into the room unceremoniously by Piccolo.
Warren almost laughed out loud again.
"Butler Lil has already given us the animal skins, rattan mats and straw pillows for the goblins," Arabella stood at attention, thinking that the Demon King's smile was an encouragement. "Don't worry, my king. I guarantee that all the goblins will come out to work within ten days!"
On the other side of the goblin's stone house, although the cries, shouts and pleas for mercy were deafening, the scene was not chaotic. The demon soldiers untied the goblins one by one, cleaned them and put them into the house in an orderly manner. It was obvious that they had been prepared in advance.
Warren was very satisfied with Arabella's work. He nodded. Before he could say anything, he saw a demon soldier running from the direction of the military camp and kneeling in front of Warren: "My lord, our captain is fighting with the Winged Demon Chief!"
Arabella next to him couldn't help but make a sound of eating watermelon: "Wow."
Warren's mouth twitched.
This was the first fight that had occurred since he came to the Demon King's Palace. Warren did not delay. He briefly mentioned a few things about goblin management to Arabella and then followed the demon soldiers to the barracks.
His mount, the Hellhorse, was still kept in the military camp. Its walking speed was not very fast, and compared to the demon soldiers whose running speed could surpass that of most magical beasts, it was extremely slow.
Unable to explain why he didn't use magic to speed up, Warren simply maintained his walking posture, neither hurried nor slow, and elegantly tilted his head to look at the magic soldier: "Why did Polly fight with Feiwu?"
One of the two teams of demon soldiers who went to the Forbidden Plain to rescue the Winged Demons was led by Poli. Strictly speaking, Poli was the savior of the Winged Demons. The Winged Demons were new here, so they shouldn't have started a fight just a few days later, and even brought the matter to him.
The demon soldier scratched his head. He was a little confused when he talked about the fight between his captain and the Winged Demon Chief. He thought about it and started from the beginning:
"Today is our team's turn to conduct combat simulation training. The captain led us to practice attack postures in the open space next to the magma lake. It just so happens that the Winged Demons are also practicing flying above the open space."
The training of the demon soldiers and winged demons, one on the ground and the other in the air, did not cause any conflict. At first, they lived in peace and even greeted each other in a friendly manner. Until a winged demon failed to brake during a sharp turn flight training and crashed into the demon soldier on the ground who was performing attack moves.
This was not a big deal. When the winged demon named Keji stood up, he staggered to apologize to the demon soldier. The demon soldier also magnanimously said it was okay. The two demons chatted happily for a few words - then the winged demon leader not far away suddenly sprinted over, angrily glared at his own winged demon with his hands on his hips, hit his head with his wings, and cursed - after three days of continuous training in flying turning skills, he still fell to the ground during training. This stupid winged demon irritated the competitive Feiwu leader.
"Then the captain felt that Chief Feiwu was too harsh on the Winged Demon Keji, and that he shouldn't have used force even if he couldn't learn it. He wanted to go over and pull Chief Feiwu away." The quarrel was too confusing, and the demon soldiers who were watching didn't know who started it first. "In the end, for some reason, they started fighting."
In fact, simply fighting is not the point. The demon soldiers will occasionally make plans to fight in private. As long as it ends in a timely manner, no demon will care about these things.
"The key problem is," the demon soldier's voice became smaller and smaller, and even his walking movements revealed his guilt, "the Winged Demon Chief accidentally bumped into the wooden shed while fighting with the captain, and it collapsed."
Seeing that the commotion was getting bigger and bigger, the demon soldiers and winged demons who were watching the commotion rushed over hastily, fearing that the two would collapse the podium and several other wooden sheds. They held them down with their hands and feet, and immediately sent the demon soldiers to invite the Demon King over.
Collapsing the wooden shed was no small matter. In the eyes of the demon soldiers, the wooden shed was built by the king himself, but it was destroyed because of a fight - if it were the previous demon king, this would be a serious crime punishable by skinning and pulling out tendons - although their own king was wise and merciful, he would definitely punish them severely.
Thinking of this, the demon soldier glanced at the Demon King quietly, but couldn't tell whether the Demon King was angry or not. He had to follow him nervously, shut his mouth timidly, and even curled his tail into a ball.
Warren was not angry. In his opinion, the wooden shed was simply a defective product of a failed construction project. The reason for the fight between the demon soldiers and the winged demons was much better than the mutual exclusion due to racial differences. As long as it was handled properly, there would not be the hidden danger of discord within the Demon King's Palace.
However, the Wing Clan leader's temper is indeed a bit violent.
Perhaps it was because so many winged demons had self-destructed and died in order to give their people a chance of survival, which left him with too much psychological pressure, causing him to unconsciously become more and more harsh on the surviving members of the tribe, hoping to be worthy of the sacrifices of those winged demons.
Although he has both a sense of responsibility and ability, his hot temper makes him unsuitable to be the clan leader, especially since most of the winged demons in the clan have just reached adulthood and there are even many cubs.
Warren felt that after a while, when the Winged Demons had fully adapted to life in the Demon King's Palace, it would be more appropriate to arrange the Winged Demons into the military camp and the Demon King's Palace respectively.
Warren was thinking about ways to mediate the conflict along the way, and soon he had a plan in mind. When he arrived at the military camp, he saw the two demons, Polly and Feiwu, standing side by side at the front. When they saw him coming, they knelt down on the ground in unison.
"My king, I was wrong," Polly said with tears in his eyes, "I shouldn't have delayed the magic soldiers' training time to fight with Feiwu, and I also collapsed the wooden shed."
Feiwu also confessed and took the responsibility on himself: "My king, it's my fault. I treated Keji very badly. Polly just couldn't stand it and took action."
Warren blinked and looked at the two of them in a bit of surprise.
It's only been a short while, and they've already shaken hands and made peace. Are they still arguing with each other about what to take responsibility?
Isn't this a little too fast? He hasn't even started to emphasize the importance of internal harmony!
The demon soldier following the demon king also didn't understand why the captain and the Winged Demon Chief, who were fighting fiercely before he left, were able to reconcile so quickly. He whispered to the demon soldier next to him: "What happened just now?"
Another demon soldier glared at him and said, "You have already found the king, right?"
The demon soldier nodded blankly: "Yes."
"Then don't you think about it? With the speed of the king, he can come here in the blink of an eye. Why did he delay so long on the road?" Another demon soldier patted his comrade's shoulder in disappointment, and then praised from the bottom of his heart, "The king is hinting to the captain and the leader of the Feiwu tribe that if they can realize their mistakes and remedy them in time before he comes, he will not punish the captain and others severely. Our king is really wise and kind!"
The demon soldier suddenly realized: "That's how it is! No wonder the king has been walking so slowly!"
The other demon soldiers who were listening at the same time exclaimed “I understand” and looked at the Demon King with strong admiration.
Warren, who also heard the conversation between the demon soldiers, almost couldn't maintain his serious expression.
He coughed lightly, waved his hand, and tried to keep a straight face: "Since this is your first offense, I won't deduct your food. Set up the wooden shed tonight - don't let other demons help, you two do it yourselves."
Polly and Feiwu both breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed, patting their chests and promising that they would never make such a mistake again.
"You are also not allowed to fight in places other than the battle arena," Warren added, deciding to set rules for the demon soldiers. "From today on, if you fight in private, you will have one meal deducted. If multiple demons fight together, you will be put in solitary confinement for three days and only have one meal a day. If you make mistakes repeatedly and don't repent, don't blame me for being ruthless."
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly rose into the air, looking down at the demons with an oppressive feeling.
The demon soldiers' eyes did not show panic, but became brighter. They looked at the demon king with admiration and said in unison: "Yes, my king!"
However, the demon king, who seemed to be full of murderous intent, actually had not figured out how to deal with the demon soldiers who made repeated mistakes. As he floated in the air, feeling the breeze blowing in his face, he had only one idea in his mind.
It’s so fun to fly!
If there weren't a group of demon soldiers on the ground, he would definitely float in the air for a while longer and turn around a few times with his limbs stretched out like the Winged Clan.
Waving his hand to signal the demon soldiers to continue training, Warren leisurely watched the Winged Demons who were practicing sharp turns. After a moment, he suddenly had a new idea.
In fact, the training content of the Winged Demon Clan was finalized by him, the Winged Demon Clan Leader, and Arabella. It included flight altitude, flight speed, direction change, and magic precision exercises. In theory, it was very suitable for the current situation of the Winged Demons. It was only because Fei Wu had too high requirements for the Winged Demons and increased the difficulty too outrageously that the Winged Demons appeared clumsy.
He snapped his fingers, and a gleam of light flashed across his lavender eyes. The manipulation ability attached to [Newton's Coffin] was activated, and all the rocks in the Gobi Desert within a radius of one kilometer floated up, forming a passage full of obstacles in the air.
The winged demons looked over here curiously.
"How about we play a game?" Warren smiled and pointed at the level-breaking passage in front of him. "This game is called 'Flying Winged Demon'. Let's see who can fly to the end without hitting any rocks."
In the passage, stones of various shapes are distributed in an interlaced manner, and many places are very narrow, which obviously requires very high flying ability.
The Winged Demon Chief Feiwu, who had just made a mistake, couldn't help but raise his wings. His voice was not loud, and he obviously felt guilty about his previous impulsive behavior: "My King, can I?"
Warren nodded: "Come on."
Fei Wu nodded, took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the obstacle passage in front of him, and he immediately became extremely focused.
Although the Demon King meant that as long as they could fly to the finish line without hitting the stones, Feiwu, who had high demands on his tribesmen and even higher demands on himself, chose the fastest speed he could achieve without hesitation, almost turning into a purple light, moving at high speed in the gaps between the stones.
Less than halfway through the flight, the stones in the passage suddenly moved, and the stone that was originally above its head suddenly fell down. Feiwu hurriedly dodged, and the route that he had originally planned in his mind was immediately disrupted.
The winged demons who were watching their family leader pass the level gasped nervously in unison, until Feiwu narrowly avoided another upward-moving rock and successfully flew to the finish line, then they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very impressive," Warren praised, waving at the Winged Demons, "Who's next? This game is only open for three hours."
Most of the young winged demons dare to try. As soon as the Demon King finished speaking, another winged demon stood up and rushed into the passage in high spirits.
Then, before it flew halfway, it was hit by an oncoming rock.
Fei Wu covered his face, unable to bear the sight.
The Winged Demon flew back listlessly. Warren smiled gently and encouraged him: "You have done a great job, but you are flying too fast. If you fly slower, you will have no problem holding on to the second half."
Next, the winged demons flew into the passage one after another. Most of them failed halfway, and the few that did managed to fly to the second half. The winged demon named Keji was stuck by a rock less than ten meters into the passage. Except for Feiwu, only one winged demon successfully reached the end - that winged demon completely took the advice of the Demon King, flew slowly, and passed through the gaps very carefully, and successfully survived to the end.
Seeing that the card time was about to end, Warren controlled the stone to return to the Gobi Desert, and landed on the ground. He clapped his hands, motioned for the Winged Demons to gather around, and summarized their performance: "Overall, it's not bad, but now you can see the gap between you and the leader of the Flying Crows, right? Train hard. In ten days, I will open another flight channel. I hope you can all make progress by then."
All the winged demons nodded obediently.
After a unique flying game, the winged demons were obviously more relaxed than before, and their eyes looking at Warren were no longer just in awe, but mixed with worship and admiration. They imitated the demon soldiers, clenched their fists and shouted loudly: "Yes, King!"
Warren ducked his head to hide his smile.
The same action, when performed by the burly and strong demon soldiers, is full of momentum, but when the small-looking winged demons do it, they just look cute.
Warren was so cute about the Winged Demon that he lost blood. He decided to go back to the Demon King's Palace to tame the slime.
[……]
The card drawing system, which had been watching the entire process, spoke softly.
[You really don’t have to pay copyright fees for Flappy Bird. ]
"Ah?" Warren was stunned. He was a little surprised when he suddenly heard the system talking to him. "What did you say? What is Flappy Bird?"
The card drawing system remained silent.
Warren knocked on the Demon King's Crown helplessly, but received no response, so he had to put the matter aside for the time being.
Regardless of this system that can shut itself off anytime and anywhere, Slime is more important!
…
"We haven't seen you for several months. We thought something happened to you," said the goblin leader, Xili, wiping his red and swollen eyes and curling up in the cold stone house. After a long time, he gradually regained his composure and looked at Barlow beside him, "Where have you been? Why didn't you return to the tribe?"
Barro told the truth: "I was caught by the demons while secretly frying meat."
The goblin chief, Xili, immediately imagined in his mind the tragic experience of Barlow being captured by the demons, tortured, and finally escaping and returning to the goblin tribe, but being captured by the demon soldiers again before he even entered the cave.
He looked sad and trembling as he touched Barlow's face: "My poor child, you have such a hard life."
Barro looked away guiltily and quickly changed the subject: "Do you know which demon's territory this is?"
"Before, I heard those demon soldiers discussing the king outside. This must be the Demon King's territory," said the goblin chief Xili, feeling sad. "With a powerful Demon King here, we can't escape. We will definitely be tortured to death. I heard that the Demon King's favorite thing to do is to exterminate the whole clan!"
There was a sobbing tone in his voice, and the goblins, who had already cried until they were hoarse, couldn't help but sob again. One goblin wiped his tears in grievance and said, "Why does the Demon King want to pick on a weak race like us?"
Barlow felt even more guilty.
He rubbed the tip of his nose and argued for his own king first: "When I was captured by the previous demon tribe, I also heard them talk about the Demon King. The cruel Demon King who liked to exterminate the clan has been overthrown. The current Demon King is a kind and wise monarch. He will definitely not hurt other demons without reason."
As soon as he finished speaking, the goblin chief cried even louder: "To be praised by the race that captured and tortured the goblins, the Demon King must be in league with that race! Maybe they think that the goblins are pests that only know how to steal, so they want to wipe us all out!"
Barlow: “…”
He suddenly understood what the demon soldier Piccolo had complained about when he was at the door, "My ears hurt from the noise." He was also pretending to cry before, so he didn't realize how noisy the crying was.
After thinking for a while, Barlow slapped the floor and decided to join in if he couldn't win. He also howled: "We are so miserable! I want to eat potato omelette!"
The demon soldier standing guard outside the door covered his ears tightly, trying to endure it again and again, but finally he couldn't stand the impact of the demonic sound filling his ears, opened the door, glared fiercely and said, "Stop making noise!"
The goblins were so frightened that they trembled and covered their mouths, not daring to make any sound even when breathing.
The demon soldier pointed at Barlow with a fierce expression: "It's you, the noisiest guy, come out!"
Just as Barro was about to stand up, the goblin chieftain, Ciri, suddenly jumped over and stood in front of Barro, begging with tears streaming down his face: "My voice is the loudest, not his. Dear great demon, please be kind and don't punish him, punish me instead!"
Xili cried heartbreakingly, and even though her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and she was obviously terrified to the extreme, she still insisted on blocking Barro behind her. The demon soldier hesitated, and suddenly couldn't bear to force him anymore, and almost couldn't continue the performance. Fortunately, Barro reacted in time, jumped up and rushed to the door: "I'm the loudest! I'll do it!"
The demon soldier finally reacted, picked up Barlow awkwardly, quickly closed the door, walked a few steps away, and gently put Barlow back on the ground, and heaved a sigh of relief: "You goblins are too scary. How can you cry so hard? I didn't dare to move just now."
"They thought they would be skinned and eaten tomorrow, so they reacted violently," Barlow explained in a low voice. Thinking of the chief's defense of him just now, he couldn't help but shed a few tears. "Although I still think that following the king is the best way out for the goblins, it's really hard to see the chief and his people like this."
"Hey, don't think too much. Eat quickly. Xiliu prepared this especially for you." The demon soldier shook his tail, took out a potato and egg roll wrapped in a clean animal skin from his arms, and handed it to Barro. "If my tribe was still there, I would definitely trick them into coming to the Demon King's Palace. But I think that as long as they see the king, any demon will bow down to him. After all, the king is so powerful!"
Barlow nodded in agreement.
The king is indeed the most powerful!
He hadn't planned to eat, but the delicious burrito was right in front of him, so he certainly couldn't let it go to waste. After finishing the whole burrito, he wiped his hands and said, "Come on! We'll try to get the underground lava river started within five days!"
The demon soldier smiled and high-fived him, rubbed his face hard, and tried to adjust his expression to look fierce and serious, then grabbed Barlow by the collar and threw him back into the goblin stone house.
The goblins looked at Barlow with concern, wanting to know if he was injured. However, no one dared to speak and they could only communicate with their eye contact. Before long, most of them fell asleep exhausted.
Early the next morning, the magic soldiers pushed open the door of the goblin hut and brought them food - a small plate of fried meat, a small bowl of mashed potatoes and a stick of bacon for each goblin.
These foods may just be enough to fill the stomachs of the demon soldiers, but for the goblins, they are enough to fill them up.
The goblins received their respective plates, all of them couldn't believe that they could eat such delicious food, and stayed where they were timidly. The goblin leader Xili was shaking like a sieve, and no one knew what was going on in his mind, and his face gradually showed fear and sadness.
Barlow, who knew his family patriarch's train of thought very well, calmly took the plate. When all the goblins were afraid to eat, he took the fried meat and started to eat it openly. After finishing a piece of fried meat with a smack, he exclaimed, "It's delicious", and started to scoop mashed potatoes with a small spoon.
At this time, the demon soldiers had already left the goblin stone house, obviously worried that their presence would cause more psychological pressure on the goblins.
The other goblins had followed the chief and put their plates on the ground, refusing to eat. But when they saw Barlow eating with gusto, many of them looked hesitant.
The goblin leader, Xili, was shocked: "Barro, don't eat it! The devil must want to poison us to death!"
"If the devil wants to kill us, he can just move his fingers. Why waste food?" Barlow chewed the mashed potatoes loudly. "It's delicious, Patriarch, you should try it too."
The goblin chieftain, Xili, hesitated - he also felt that his life was not as valuable as this plate of food - did the Demon King really want to give them food?
Suspicious Xili did not touch the plate in front of him, but he did not stop the other goblins from eating the food.
For the goblins who had been eating unripe raw potatoes for years, the fried meat was undoubtedly delicious, and the soft and delicious mashed potatoes made them completely unaware that this thing was land fruit. The goblins began to eat frantically, and their fear and horror were unknowingly diluted by the warm food.
Barro walked up to Xili and advised him: "Chief, you should eat it too. Look, we all have eaten it. This food is fine."
Xili hesitated for a moment and looked around. The goblins who ate this breakfast did not behave unusually. He swallowed his dry saliva, picked up the fried meat, carefully took a small bite, chewed it, swallowed it, and then ate all the breakfast in front of him at the speed of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
Not long after, the demon soldier opened the door, came in and took away all the plates, and ate all the food. Thinking of the goblins' resistance when the food was first delivered, the demon soldier couldn't help but glance at Barlow. Receiving the latter's urging eyes, he quickly stood up, and then hit his head on the ceiling, making a loud "bang" sound.
The goblins screamed in fear, thinking that the demon soldiers were finally going to take action. They huddled together in fear, and the atmosphere, which had been relatively relaxed just now, suddenly became tense again.
Barlow facepalmed.
"Ahem," the demon soldier rubbed his head and pretended nothing had happened. "The most wise and powerful king in the Demon Realm is now recruiting you as special talents to complete the excavation of the underground magma river in the potato field. Is there anyone who is willing to work?"
Barlow raised his hand actively: "I want to ask, what are the benefits of working?"
The demon soldiers echoed him: "Gnomes who are willing to work will enjoy the treatment of residents of the Demon King's Palace. They can eat in the restaurant, with unlimited meals three times a day, and receive exclusive rattan mats, straw pillows and employee uniforms. If you don't work, you will only have this one meal a day."
How can you still have food without working? The goblins huddled in the corner were wondering in doubt. No one dared to come forward. Even Xili was weak in the knees. They all looked at Barro with admiration for daring to talk fluently with the demon soldiers.
"Then how can I get a job?" Barlow continued to ask, "Also, I can't do anything. Can I really work like this?"
The demon soldier continued to act as a competent guide: "Come with me to the potato field now, and you can start working right away. You don't need to know anything else, as long as you can dig tunnels. The members of the potato planting team will guide you on where to dig and how to dig."
Barlow read: "Wow, the treatment is so good! Then I will devote myself to the work now! Everyone, come with me!"
After the words were spoken, the stone house fell silent.
Not a single goblin stepped forward to say they wanted to join in the work, and the scene was extremely awkward.
The demon soldier winked at Barlow: There is no emotion, let’s start over again!
Barlow: ...Can this happen again?
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