After folding the quilt, the little goblin opened the door. He took a deep breath and stretched himself refreshed.
"Byron!" Richie also came out of his room and greeted the little goblin enthusiastically, "Do you want to go up the mountain with us today?"
Richie was still very friendly to his fellow tribesman, not to mention that the little goblin Byron was also a good-tempered person.
The two lived under the same roof, and although they only saw each other in the morning and evening, they still developed some feelings for each other.
Byron smiled back at Richie: “I’m not going up the mountain.”
Richie: "Still going to the city gate?"
Byron nodded. He didn't think his job was boring. After all, he had persisted when there were no residents in the town and nearby farmers didn't come often, let alone now.
"Then how do you make money?" Richie was concerned about Byron. Byron was only considered a teenager in his tribe. Although goblins of this age had to learn how to hunt, it was more like playing than hunting.
They still cannot understand the horror of failure, and do not know that if they make a mistake, perhaps all the people who go hunting together will have to pay the price for their mistake.
Only when the elders feel that they are mature enough will they take them hunting.
But even so, they watched it more in the first two years.
Byron: “I don’t need to make money.”
“The sisters in the supermarket would bring me food.”
Byron was a little proud. Everyone in the supermarket liked him very much. He ate the same food as them. Someone brought him food every morning, noon and evening. He often got to eat chicken legs and fat.
Originally he didn't want to accept it - he felt that he was repaying a favor, and if that was the case, he shouldn't take anything else, or food.
But Kelly had a long talk with him, and Byron now can't remember what Kelly said.
But after hearing this, he burst into tears, thinking that he was so despicable for not accepting the gifts. It was not repaying a favor, but taking revenge.
But by the time he realized it, he had already been eating the food delivered by the supermarket for half a month.
So now, in addition to guarding the city gate, Byron also patrols at night, otherwise he always feels that he has not been able to repay the favor and has taken advantage of it.
"I eat so well." Byron pinched the flesh on his belly. "Even if I go hunting to earn money, I can't eat such good food."
Richie: “I’m talking about money.”
Byron: "I don't need the money."
He looked at Richie: "I don't know when they will leave, but if I go hunting now to make money, what will I do when they leave?"
Richie understood what Byron meant. There wasn't much he could do for the supermarket. Even if he did it today, the people in the supermarket might be gone tomorrow.
He must seize the present, because no one knows the future.
"Well," Richie said, no more persuasion. "If you want to go hunting, just tell me."
Byron said earnestly, "Thank you."
The two walked out of the house together and went to the city gate. Richie went to meet up with his people, and Byron sat on his own small bench. Sometimes the elves would come to him to ask for directions - after several days, the elves still didn't know which way to enter the mountain.
Fortunately, Byron didn't mind being annoyed. When someone came to him, he had something to do, and having something to do was not a waste of time.
Morning is the busiest time, as several tribes go up the mountain to hunt. Those working in the town are the former "blood slaves", while everyone else still has to rely on the mountains for a living.
However, the dwarves have already reclaimed the land around the town. Once all the rocks and weeds are cleared and the land is loosened, they can plant some crops with short growth cycles, and then they can plant food when winter is almost over.
Maybe in the future they won’t have to go up the mountain to risk their lives, and they can survive by farming and raising livestock like humans.
Byron sent away several waves of people, and he finally had time to drink some water.
So Byron took out a thermos from under the table. There was hot milk in the bottle. He took a sip, and there was still white on the edge of his mouth. Then he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.
Byron closed the lid of the thermos, jumped down eagerly, and ran towards the man.
Byron stopped only after he saw the other person's face clearly.
"Sister Kelly." Byron greeted Feng Ling.
Feng Ling smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I had steamed buns this morning. I know you have a big appetite, so I gave you four."
This is not a xiaolongbao, but a big meat bun from Li Gu Bao, the size of an adult woman's fist.
It wasn't Byron's first time eating buns, but he still cheered a little with joy.
Feng Ling resisted the urge to pat him on the head and handed him the insulated box.
When she first came, Feng Ling could not appreciate the "cuteness" of the goblins at all. Goblins have dark green skin and brown hair. Even if they are washed clean, they still look dirty. Moreover, goblins are not like dwarves. Dwarves have naturally curly hair and look like little lambs when they walk together. The goblins' hair is soft and fine and easily becomes oily. So even if Byron washes his hair every two days, his hair will be oily and stick to his scalp after he wakes up from a sleep.
It is totally inconsistent with the aesthetic taste of human beings in any era.
But after spending a long time together, Feng Ling was actually able to look at the goblins with appreciation.
Among all the races here, goblins are the weakest. The only thing worth mentioning about them is their ability to give birth. It is common for goblins to give birth to twins, and quadruplets are not uncommon. This is different from other races.
Goblins are like giant pandas. When they are born, they are only the size of a palm, but they grow very fast. When they are about five or six years old, they are almost the same size as adult goblins. Although they are only similar in size, they can already make money for slave owners.
Because of their numbers and docile nature, goblins are the most numerous in the slave market.
"I'm going back first." Feng Ling said, "Did the people Ham bring cause you any trouble?"
She saw that group of idle guys running to the city gate to watch the fun yesterday.
Byron puffed out his chest and said, "They wouldn't dare. I'm working for a supermarket!"
Feng Ling was amused by Byron's "fox-ridden-tiger" behavior: "Okay, go ahead and do your work. I'll come back at noon."
Byron waved to Feng Ling and went back with the insulated box.
He sat back at the table again and opened the lunch box impatiently. The aroma of the meat buns penetrated his nose, making him take a deep breath of the fragrance in enjoyment before eating, and his saliva began to be secreted unconsciously.
Byron could even recall how he felt the last time he ate buns.
When he took a bite, he first tasted the fluffy bun skin, and then the gravy naturally flowed out after he bit it open. The gravy and the soft bun skin blended in his mouth. Even if he didn't eat the meat filling inside, Byron felt happy.
But now Byron is no longer the little goblin who ran for his life. He just glanced at the buns and closed the lid again. He was going to wash his hands.
You have to wash your hands before eating. This is what Kelly taught him. They all do it, so he has to do it too!
Byron closed the lid and left. He was not worried about others stealing. He often did this before. When he returned, the things were still there. After all, for the residents of the town, Byron, who had meals delivered to him every day by the supermarket employees, was someone they could not afford to offend.
After washing his hands, Byron skipped back home humming a song. Only at this moment did he act like a child.
But this time, Byron stopped halfway. He stood in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by noisy goblins and dwarves. He could not hear anything and could only see that the table was occupied by several people brought by Ham.
They sat directly on the table, holding the buns in their hands, which he was reluctant to grab with his dirty hands.
In an instant, all the memories that he had wanted to forget came flooding back to him. When they were slaves, the people who whipped them were the same as these people. They were very big, with strong arms. They wore simple clothes and pants, and had a whip on their waists that could be pulled out at any time and hit them.
Byron didn't know how he walked to the table, nor did he know how he opened his mouth.
He heard himself say to these men who were both taller than him: "This is my breakfast, you have to give it back to me."
The guys looked at each other and burst into laughter after a brief moment of surprise.
The blond man was wearing a sleeveless shirt with his chest open to show off his chest hair. He also had a strong body odor. After he finished the last bite of the bun and even burped, he said, "Why do you say it's yours? You're just a goblin. Who would give a goblin such good food?"
They thought the goblin guarding the gate was a slave of the supermarket owner.
Otherwise, why are all the other guys in the store and only he is at the door?
Byron was so angry that his face turned red. "It's mine! Sister Kelly gave it to me! What's wrong with me being a goblin?! Just because I'm a goblin doesn't mean I don't deserve to eat buns!"
He roared so loudly that even the goblins who had not yet entered the mountain could hear him.
The adult goblins gradually came closer and slowly stood behind Byron.
But Byron was completely unaware.
And those guys didn't take the goblins seriously.
They have seen many goblins, who are short, weak, and have clumsy fingers. Many people wonder why there are such useless "people" as goblins in the world. Many people even think that goblins cannot be considered humans, but only animals.
"We have already eaten it. If you want us to return it, we can only spit it out to you." said the blond guy with a smile.
Byron said calmly: "You don't have buns, but you have money. Give me the money and it will be considered as buying the buns."
As soon as these words fell, the guys started laughing again, but there was a certain mockery and contempt in their laughter that could not be ignored.
The red-haired fellow restrained his smile and looked at Byron: "Do you know what you are? A dirty goblin. But you are right. Goblins are really not worthy of eating this..."
The blond man reminded, "Baozi."
Redhead: "Yes, it is true that you are not worthy of eating buns."
"You are only fit to live in a dirty stable and sleep in horse manure. How can you be like a human being..."
But before the red-haired man could finish his words and Byron could make any move, the goblin behind Byron had already rushed forward.
These goblins have never left the mountains. They are afraid of the world in the mountains, but this fear has not yet extended to any specific race.
"What do you mean by human-like? We are not human, but we are also human!"
"You said we were dirty! You have so much hair on your body, like a wild animal, and you still dare to say that about us?!"
"Damn it! Hit him in the face!"
"Kick him in the balls!"
Byron would subconsciously be afraid of the humans, but they wouldn't.
Byron, who had always seen his fellow tribesmen being whipped by humans, opened his eyes wide.
He looked at these green-skinned goblins like himself, waving everything they could wield and fighting with these guys.
After a moment's pause, Byron also pounced forward.
The moment he pounced, something that was restraining him finally broke.
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