The goblin at the front said with a mournful face: "Dear Sir, we are willing to pay tribute, but the quantity is too much, we can't bring out so much. Look, that's all...it's all here, otherwise, you Pick a few people from our clan...and let them be your servants..." What the goblin brought up was a roughly made deerskin bag. You could tell at a glance that it was made of raw deerskin. It had a strong smell and was not durable. It would not be long before it would be eaten by various insects. is riddled with holes. The thing inside made Gavin's eyes light up. It was one of the purposes of his trip - the spiritual crystal. It's just that there aren't many of them, and when put together, they're not as big as a goblin's fist. Gavin remained calm and touched his chin and said: "Not enough, far from enough. This is at most a tribute for both of you, but it is far from enough to repay you for your betrayal." "We really only have so many." The goblin almost burst into tears. "Everything we dug before has been given to Lord Hou... except for my people, we have nothing left... all the food has been given to that goddamned person. The troll ate all the food, and he also ate three of our tribesmen. It’s really not that we wanted to invite him, he came to us on his own... We don’t dare to provoke him... If that doesn’t work, I’ll give it to a few adults, too. Pick a few.” "Today, we will believe you once. The missing part will be made up in the next ten days. If it is not made up, don't blame me for destroying your nest. Next time, we will only need this crystal stone." Gavin looked like a debt collector. The slave owner said with a cold face, "Don't bargain. If you are short of manpower, you can work with the goblin leaders in the surrounding nests to find a way. As long as you can jointly produce five times this kind of ore, I guarantee that you will not No further harassment.” "Really?" The goblin looked surprised. If this crystal stone is used as a tribute, they are not particularly worried. They are just driving the tribesmen to dig more, as there are many in the cave. It wasn't that they didn't want to use it as a tribute before, but they just complained about the lack of interest. He was more interested in food, especially meat. They would only accept this kind of crystal when they really had no choice.
But the problem is, they often don't have enough food to eat themselves, and it's even more difficult to squeeze some of it out between their teeth. "Do I need to lie to you?" Gavin snorted condescendingly, "In addition to the tribute that must be paid, if you can dig up extra crystal stones, you can bring them to the black well to find me, and I will make a reasonable valuation. Then use mining tools and food in exchange, don’t worry, I will give you a good price.” After confirming that this was the location of the crystal mineral vein he needed, Gavin immediately made fine adjustments to his original plan. It is no longer a simple and crude squeeze, but a combination of squeeze and inducement. This method will stimulate their enthusiasm for mining to the greatest extent. Especially after they obtain a large amount of food from the black well through trade, they will soon become the black well among the goblins, luring the scattered goblin tribes around to come and seek refuge. "No need, no need at all. I'm overthinking it. We must, must dig more crystal stones and present them to you, sir." The goblin's big eyes were spinning, obviously he was completely committed to Gavin's promise. Do not believe. Gavin didn't expect them to believe it. They had always followed the law of the jungle and only believed in themselves and their own eyes. If they wanted to gain their most basic trust, they had to wait until the first transaction was completed. Therefore, Gavin didn't talk nonsense to them, picked up the crystal bag, turned around and left. In addition, Gavin also asked the half-ogre to carry the troll corpse back to the Black Well tribe. The troll corpse itself is a great treasure. Troll blood is the core material for refining regeneration potions. The troll flesh, buried in the ground, will grow a special herb, the flower of regeneration, which is an auxiliary material for many medicines and is very expensive. Troll Bone is very popular among weapon masters. It can be used to create weapon handles, and it is likely to have magical effects related to regeneration. As for the moral burden, even a paladin present would not say much about such matters. This naturally lazy and evil creature is worse than a diligent farm cow. It is cute and makes people like it even more. As long as necessary, a farm cow can pull out its muscles and bones and become a delicacy on the table, not to mention the corpse of a dead troll. As long as the magic potion is easy to use, who cares what materials he uses and whether the growth process is evil or not. "My lord, my lord, there is a huge human caravan coming from the caravan, the caravan, the tribe. The leading businessman said he is a friend of the lord. Zach asked me to inform the lord." A tall dog-headed man The man shouted breathlessly while running towards Gavin. It is Cangya, the chief kobold warrior of the former Cangya tribe and now the Black Well tribe. "I know." Gavin nodded expressionlessly, but there was a hint of joy in his heart that he was finally here.
You know without asking that they must be Gavin's sponsors. Only they know about the Black Well Tribe and Gavin. If you want to gain a foothold in the rocky land, just capturing a few kobold tribes is not enough. The most important thing is the support from human businessmen like Bede. Never underestimate the energy of these businessmen. They have unimaginable connections, financial and material resources. Especially when they smell business opportunities, the energy that bursts out is even more terrifying. What Gavin needs is their connections. He needs them to help him transport the specialties of the rock land and then transport the things he needs in. As for the lucrative profits earned in the middle, they deserve it. A win-win situation can tie them to his chariot and roll forward. Woof woof... Woof woof... There is still a distance from the Black Well Tribe, and you can hear the barking of the dog-headed people one after another, as lively as a rural market. As soon as Gavin showed his head, a round figure came up quickly, running and shouting: "Brother Gavin, brother Gavin, you are finally back. We have been waiting for you, but it is very hard." Gavin only knows one person who is so fat, so flexible, and knows him - Bed Sage. Bed seemed to want to give Gavin a warm hug, but he stopped the car. Because the half-ogre had already blocked Gavin like an iron tower. If Gavin hadn't stopped him in time, the gnarled giant wooden club would have smashed down. "Ahem... ahem..." Bede looked up, looked at the half-ogre and roared. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in succession, and retreated further cautiously, saying, "Brother Gavin, the first time I saw you, I knew you were not a mortal. I didn't expect that you would be so... so brave. You actually made such a big fuss here in such a short time. Everything here is beyond our imagination..." "Roar, take the body to find Anna and get a barrel of beer. It's not the reward we agreed on this morning, but the reward for your loyalty just now. Go." Gavin sent the half-ogre away first. "Beer?! Okay, okay." When the half-ogre heard it, he happily carried the troll's body and strode to find the young priestess. The Black Well Tribe was in a state of chaos. The half-ogre didn't know what courtesy meant, and he walked straight all the way. The kobolds along the way dodged one after another, fearing that they would be knocked away by him. Gavin's head was numbed, and he shouted angrily: "Slow down, if you knock over a carriage and knock someone away, the beer reward will be taken back." "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The half-ogre braked the car in a hurry, and like a thief, he carefully avoided everyone.