Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 49: Brothers, we've been given a break!

"Gebu?"

"Um?"

"Wake up."

Geb opened his eyes.

A pair of red eyes stared blankly at him.

"..."

"So close!"

Gebu suddenly sat up and slammed into the poker in front of him with a thud.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Gebu rubbed the bump on his forehead, seeing stars—wait, am I still alive?

The goblin quickly touched his side; the wound had healed, leaving only a red, circular scar.

Have you recovered?

It's so itchy!

Gebu quickly scratched himself.

After a few seconds, he calmed down a bit and looked at the poking in front of him with some confusion.

When Tongtong saw that Gebu was alright, he rushed over and gave Gebu a big hug!

"Gebu! You're alive! That's wonderful!"

"Be gentle! It tickles! It hurts! Ouch!"

Poking him, he saw that his whole body was made of bones, and it made Gebu grimace.

After a while, Gebu finally broke free from Tongtong's embrace. He looked up and around.

here it is……

Kingdom Forest?

came back?

Gebu felt a little dizzy, as if he had been to another world... It was as if he had gone to an extraordinary place, met an extraordinary person, and said some extraordinary things... But for the moment, he couldn't remember any of it.

In short, he didn't die.

He reached into the dimensional bag in his arms, and the contents were still there.

Gebu looked at Tongtong and asked, "What happened?"

"I was waiting for you at the exit. A guy with pointy ears suddenly came over and started cursing at me," Tongtong said, tears welling in his eyes. "I was furious, so I chased after him and poked him all the way to the edge of the cliff, just in time to see you fly out."

"Pointy ears?" Gebu was completely confused. "Who is that? What do they look like?"

He poked around for a moment, scratched his head, then drew circles with both hands and held them in front of his eyes. "He's wearing dark circles in front of his eyes."

"Black circles?" Gebu was even more confused.

Wait a minute... could it be sunglasses? A weirdo?

"I saw you got stabbed, so I pulled the arrow out and poured a bottle of magic potion down your throat," Poacher said. "You survived! But you didn't wake up, so I carried you here."

After saying this, Tong Tong took out a blood-stained arrow from his waist and showed it to Gebu.

"Here, take it back?"

Having said that, he grabbed the arrow and stabbed it into Gebu's stomach.

"No! You keep it!" Gebu quickly took a step back.

Just as they were talking, several figures emerged from behind the tree.

Geb reacted instantly, flames erupting from his fingers—

"Magnubbie's ass!" the goblins cried, clutching their heads and begging for mercy.

Upon closer inspection, Geb realized it was the goblins from Geb's squad.

Gebu quickly counted, one, two, three... seven, eight, nine, including Tongtong, not one was missing.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Before carrying out his theft plan, he arranged for Gebu's squad to retreat under cover of night and return to the Kingdom Forest.

The old elf said she knew where they were stationed... Whether she was telling the truth or just trying to scare people, he told everyone to run away first, just to be on the safe side.

It seems the goblins are quite obedient. Now that we're in the forest, the Gray Raven Society shouldn't chase us this far... We're safe for now.

Feeling a little relieved, Gebu finally had the peace of mind to recall what had happened the night before, still shaken.

That was close! I almost died... I can't think about it, I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more frightened I get.

He looked at the sky and did some calculations.

It is now the morning of the 7th day since we left the camp.

We need to get back to the goblin camp as soon as possible.

Gebu brushed the leaves off his body, propped himself up, and stood up.

He caught his breath, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a wave of dizziness… He had risen too quickly…

goo—

Geb's stomach growled.

As if by telepathy, Poopo's stomach also growled. Like a contagious yawn, the other goblins' stomachs rose and fell, creating a symphony of hunger.

"Well……"

The goblins looked travel-worn and exhausted.

After working overtime for three consecutive days and rushing around all night, everyone was exhausted.

Hey, we can't keep traveling when we're tired and hungry! If this continues, even I can't stand it, let alone the other goblins.

What if things change again?

Gebu made a firm decision.

"Set up camp! We're taking a day off today!"

Upon hearing this, the goblins' bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Long live Magnubie!"

A weak cheer erupted from the forest.

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The campfire crackled.

Gebu poured the overnight capybara radish soup from the container—the gelatinous broth had solidified into a meat jelly after cooling overnight.

Gebu touched the meat jelly, and pfft.

Cut the scallions into slices about one finger wide, sprinkle with salt and pepper, roast the fennel seeds, and then put them on top.

This is a cold dish.

The goblins hunted a dozen or so wild rabbits, skinned them, stuck them on sticks, and roasted them over the campfire.

Gebu frowned as he looked at the dry rabbit meat.

Too thin, it's hard to chew.

Rabbit meat makes you thinner the more you eat—the energy required to digest them is higher than the energy gained from eating the rabbit meat itself.

Hmm... I need a little oil.

Gebu put the butter he bought from the market into a small earthenware jar, chopped the garlic and put it into the butter, then placed the jar by the fire to melt the butter, cook the garlic, and finally stir it into a smooth sauce.

Then have Tongtong brush the garlic butter onto the rabbit meat, bake it until dry, then brush it again, bake it until dry again, then brush it again. Continue until a brownish-red oil film forms on the surface of the rabbit meat.

"Alright, let it rest for a bit, or it'll be overcooked!" Gebu said to Tongtong. "Keep a close eye on it, and poke anyone who tries to steal a bite."

Tongtong nodded, moved a tree stump, and sat down beside it, staring wide-eyed at the rabbit meat.

This is the main course.

Geb dug a hole in the middle of the potato, cut goat cheese into small cubes of one centimeter, stuffed them into the hole, plugged the hole, and then buried the potato under the charcoal ash.

While the potatoes were ripening, Gebu mashed the berries he had picked into jam, added sugar, flour, and eggs, kneaded it into dough, placed it in an open iron pot (originally used for decocting medicine), sealed it with earthenware, and then slowly roasted it over a fire.

Cut the figs into eighths, and place them on top of the fruit tart later...

Gebu looked around and realized there was nothing else to do. Now, there was only one word to say—wait.

Crackling sound.

A few goblins stood guard nearby, while the others rested. Snoring echoed—these guys were exhausted and slept soundly.

Pompom was intently watching the meat—this guy was quite energetic; indeed, fools are always full of energy.

Gebu sat by the fire, let out a long breath, relaxed his body, and lay down among the soft autumn leaves.

The aroma of fresh grass, the fragrance of rice, the smell of burning charcoal, and the smoke from cooking fires.

I can finally catch my breath.

Gebu opened the dimensional bag to see the treasures inside.

Alchemy tools and materials are ready. The [Deep Well Robbery Ceremony] can be performed tonight.

Herbal tools and herbal materials.

Two magic scrolls, hmm, I still don't know what they are.

Several bottles of remaining treatment solution, and two bottles of strong laxative.

There are still 1156 gold coins.

Wow, impressive!

The rest were some miscellaneous food items, seasonings, and personal belongings.

And, most importantly, the Book of Sand.

Looking at his bag full of treasures, Gebu's mood improved a bit.

Looking back on those few days at the homeless market, it was truly both dangerous and exciting.

This human world is full of strange and wonderful things; all sorts of people can be found here...

Strange uncle, old lady, man in black.

Each one is more dangerous than the last.

Gebu felt that in just three days, he had caused a lot of trouble and angered many people he couldn't afford to offend.

However, the harvest was quite fruitful.

Well, there's no profit without risk—it's impossible for a little goblin to make a name for himself in this world without taking some risks.

I messed with them! And I got away scot-free! What are you going to do about it?

Is the creepy uncle powerful? Is the old lady powerful? Is the man in black powerful?

Gebu is the most powerful.

As he was thinking, the aroma of cheese wafted into Geb's nostrils.

He picked up a stick and dug the potatoes out of the charcoal fire; the cheese had melted and was bubbling out of the potatoes.

This is the staple food.

The fruit tarts in the pot were almost done cooking. Gebu broke up the clay on the pot, pushed it to one side, then evenly placed the fresh figs on top, and sprinkled some sugar and salt on top.

Gebu brought his nose close; white mist filled the air, and the aroma of fruit permeated the air.

This is dessert.

Capybara radish jelly, garlic butter rabbit, runny potato, fig tart.

Four dishes, plus a small jar of mead—this is for myself, not to be shared with anyone else…

He glanced sideways at the silly-looking Poopo staring at the rabbit.

Hmm... considering this guy saved my life, I might as well give him a couple of sips.

Life is getting better and better.

"Gebu Squad, time to eat!"

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Meanwhile, deep in the forest, at the goblin camp.

"Little rascals, time to eat."

The newly appointed goblin chef shouted at the top of his lungs.

The goblins reluctantly approached the pot—ever since Nian'er died, the tribe's food had been getting worse and worse, and the new cook didn't know how to cook soup at all; it was either raw or burnt.

The recent hunting success rate has been extremely low, there is no meat to eat, and the whole pot is just fish mint and houttuynia cordata... The morale of the entire tribe is very low.

A goblin took a sip of soup, then suddenly cried out and spat the soup onto the ground.

He touched his lips and found his mouth full of blood.

"Hey, I can tolerate the lack of meat in your soup, but why is there a weapon?!"

A commotion broke out in the camp's living quarters. The old shaman emerged from his tent, displeased, and shouted, "What's going on?! What's all this fuss about?!"

"Old shaman, this new cook is a complete slacker! There's a murder weapon in the food!"

"What weapon?" the old shaman asked.

The goblin rushed over and showed the old shaman what he had scooped out of the bowl.

It is a broken glass bottle.

The old shaman picked up the glass bottle, held it to his nose, and sniffed it.

Hmm... a laxative?

Wait a minute... could it be...?

The old shaman's eyes widened suddenly, a terrifying possibility creeping into his mind.