The cabinet in the corner of the study is the same shape and size as the black market mailbox on the ground, the only difference is the color. It still retains the color and texture of the wood itself, but the corners are slightly discolored, and it looks like it is some years old.

"What do you mean when you say this thing is connected to that mailbox on the surface?" Ollie backhanded Gavin's head with the hilt of his sword.

"Light! This wound on his face hasn't healed yet, come again?" Gavin covered his head with one hand and his face with the other, hiding behind his chair, "The connection means that what is put in the box above will also appear here." As long as I want, I can reach out and take it. ”

"Sounds like something made out of space magic," Lukka said, "and the two chests should be made together to have this effect." ”

"Probably, the principle of this thing has been studied by my former former president, but I haven't figured it out for so many years. Gavin said.

"You can't figure out magic just by researching. Luca said with a smile.

"So, you stole this box from the ground as well?" asked Ollie.

Hearing this, Gavin suddenly exploded: "What we stole it? Those dwarfs stole our things, okay? Not only the black box on it, but also those sugar, and the whole island, they stole it!"

"You live underground, and this island can only be half yours at most, right?" Ollie thought the goblin had a bit of an appetite.

Gavin puffed up and said, "We didn't live underground in the first place! At first, uh, I can't remember exactly how many years, anyway, more than a thousand years ago, there were no gnomes on this island at all, only us goblins!"

"At that time, we were also mining, and the tools were not as advanced as they are now, but there was still our village on the ground, although we had been under the mine for a long time, but the goblins at that time, after all, still had a home to return to on the ground!

"According to the records, young goblins at that time had to go to their homes on the ground for one night before they could be considered adults, which was the most important ritual in every goblin's life.

"But in the days of Mopu, the first president of the Mining Association, of course, at that time, the Mining Association had not yet been established, and he was not the president, at that time he was just a hairy boy with a group of newly grown goblins who wanted to return to the ground for a coming-of-age ceremony.

"When Mopp first returned to the surface, he found that all the villages on the surface had been overrun by the big heads and dwarfs, and the gnomes had the audacity to claim that they were the first inhabitants of the island, and that our villages and houses were nothing more than abandoned relics.

Of course we have to take this island back, but at that time, the goblins were scattered all over the mines, and the news was not as easy to pass on as it is now, so it was really difficult to gather everyone together to counterattack. You know, at that time, there was no deep mining city, and there was no room in the narrow mine tunnels to gather hundreds of goblins.

"Later, President Morp led the goblins to dig deep rock in the rocks and open the passage to the well area, but it took too long, and the gnomes on the ground also devoured a lot of defenses.

"We've been trying to regain control of the ground for so many years, but the more time passes, the harder those passages become, and sometimes an earthquake or something will block up several roads that aren't already many, so we haven't been able to do it yet.

"But no matter what, we goblins are the natives of this island, the masters of this place, and no matter what kind of lies those gnomes tell, they can't change this fact!"

Gavin spoke impassionedly, and the momentum was simply announcing a mobilization for war, and in him there was even a faint hint of a true leader's demeanor at this time.

"I have a question," Lukka said, as he walked over to Gavin and sat down on the table, "how long do goblins usually live?"

"Longer than a gnome, shorter than an elf. Gavin said.

"Be specific!" Ollie tapped the back of his chair with the hilt of his sword, this time with no mercy on his head.

"Well, if you hadn't died early due to an accident, you would probably have lived to be more than three hundred years old, and more than two hundred and fifty years old is considered old age. Gavin said.

"So long-lived?" Lukka was a little surprised, he remembered reading in the book that in the wizarding world, such short creatures should have a very short lifespan.

However, he had never really seen a goblin before, and this creature should have been affected by the energy of the earliest rift opening, which was a combination of magical energy and the original ecology here, which was different from the original species of the wizarding world, and it was also a normal thing. For example, the silver dragon is still a kind and generous creature in the wizarding world, and Thea here is no less obsessed with wealth than any black dragon.

"And how old are you?" Ollie looked at Gavin curiously.

"I am one hundred and seventy-three years old, in the prime of life. Gavin replied in a serious manner.

Lukka thought for a moment and asked, "At what age is the coming-of-age ceremony you mentioned?"

"Between fifty and one or twenty hundred years old, we didn't have such advanced technology at that time, we could only walk on two legs to go up, if the number of goblins was too small, the way up was very dangerous, so it was generally necessary to gather more than twenty goblins of the right age to set off, so the age range was relatively wide. Gavin said.

"According to you, at that time, about seventy years apart, you would have more than twenty goblins run to the surface once?" Lukka asked.

Gavin nodded: "Not necessarily, sometimes there are more people, the frequency will be higher, according to the historical records in the archive, it is about sixty-three years on average." ”

"That is, when your ancestors first discovered that the gnomes had occupied the island, they probably had been living on the island for more than sixty years without seeing any of the natives—that is, you?" Lukka now understood why the good-natured gnomes refused to give up the island.

"If I've been living on an uninhabited island for decades, and suddenly a group of green-skinned people pop out of the ground, and I don't believe it if I have to say that the island is theirs!"