Near the edge of the first family's domain, there is a peculiar courtyard with a disproportionate area between the house and the courtyard, which highlights the privilege of the owner's life.

A bamboo and wooden shed was erected outside the door, and the fungus growing in the soil of the courtyard spiraled upward along the bottom of the scaffolding and spread to the sealed top of the house.

The ghost fungus was specially transplanted by the owner of the house, and the first family arranged for people to go to the dangerous swamp area and bring back the seeds - this natural fungus is like a creeper on the surface, and you can climb up with a ladder.

Many of the drow did not know what the other party's intentions were, but in just one year, the growth of the Netherworld fungus emitted a faint light that illuminated the entire courtyard, and Drow kept his mouth shut—decorating the courtyard and saving resources—which may be inseparable from the goblin merchant's natural miserliness.

The light facilitated the two-headed giant's daily life, and the expansive courtyard was where the giant slept. There is no space in the underground world that can accommodate Joseph, but this is also the norm, and originally a race like him also put their living habits as close to nature as possible, using the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed.

The two-headed giant Joseph was unusual, he did not immerse himself in his favorite sleep, but sat on the ground like a small mountain bag, his two heads swaying slowly at the same time, his eyes following his master's small body to and fro, and his mouth made a meaningless exhale—probably complaining that his master did not give him enough snacks.

Sir Turner walked up and down the shed with his green head drooping, his short hands clenched into fists behind his back, his sparse grey hair wrinkled, and he muttered something that had to be close to him to hear what the short man was muttering.

"It's been two obsidian weeks, what the hell is this kid doing!" Sir Turner was an outlier of the goblins - relatively patient goblins, but even so, his fidgeting behavior at this time betrayed his inner anxiety.

According to the agreement between the two of them, Turner was the main initiator of the communication, and Locke was passively received - this arrangement was decided according to the division of labor between the two, Turner was responsible for external liaison and material allocation, and Locker concentrated on developing the goblin camp in the Garok Valley.

Due to Turner's uncertain whereabouts, it was naturally impossible for Locken to initiate the initiative, but in order to ensure that the information was secure, Locker had to reply in a timely manner when he received the letterhead.

Although the second letter of the year was improvised, the situation in the underground city of Gulrola was too shocking, and when it looked like the top of the Barcelo family was about to receive a reward, if it was not handled well, it was likely that the hard work spent for 7 consecutive years would be in vain - there was a small breakthrough in the contraband trade such as the spell scroll, and the goblins were not born to be qualified spellcasters.

The Drow's achievements in this area are nothing short of genius, much more reliable than the inferior products mixed with water that the Misra Wizard Empire has taken out from time to time.

If it weren't for the appearance of the "Divine Messenger", he would have opened up the market in the underground city long ago, and he might have continued his activities somewhere on the surface by now—he remembered some of his brothers who were imprisoned...... What infuriated Turner the most was that the dark-skinned guys seemed to be taking advantage of the fire to loot, and they were also seized along with the trade convoy, which was called "Acting Overseer During Jihad".

In this way, he could not leave easily.

Joseph suddenly turned his head to look out at the door of the courtyard, and the movement of his massive body alerted Sir Turner, who was a member of the Outsider's household, and the short man had been terrified these days, and he could not help but blame it on the mysterious black-haired man.

The giant's dark vision was far better than Turner's, but the short man still heard the cacophony of footsteps and the high-pitched roar of the Swift Dragon outside the door, and Turner's heart sank, and the palms of his hands behind him were covered with gray body hair soaked in sweat.

The courtyard is surrounded by a stone ridge rather than a fence, and the gate frame is made of simple stones. The frame was made of two thick wooden planks with spikes pressed together, and in the direction of the gate and on the surrounding stone ridges, it was drenched with a dark brown liquid - the sap from the stems and leaves of Alocasia in the marsh, it was a strong viscous venom that was difficult to wash away once it was contaminated, and if it penetrated through the wound, the weaker creatures would cause symptoms such as paralysis and weakness, and in severe cases, death.

This was Sir Turner's request, and it didn't matter to the short man whether the door was or not, the small height was just a stride - Joseph was the best means of transportation, if the giant was contaminated with this venom...... No problem at all.

So, it's the drow elves who are not tall who are in trouble.

"Damn goblins, why are you doing this in your own house, you don't even have a door. Surrounded by the dragoons, a drow woman dressed as a high priest jumped out of the dragon cart and complained—the style was modeled after that of a surface carriage, but with two gray dragons on the saddle.

"High Priestess Theresa, do you need to blast it open with a spell?" asked softly, standing behind the High Priestess.

The arrogant high priest subconsciously wanted to nod, but she suddenly stopped her behavior and said with a gloomy face: "Forget it, this time I didn't come here to find trouble, it's better to be polite to talk about business." ”

Then the High Priest of Drow put away her grievances, and with a pleasant smile on her face, she cleared her throat and shouted in the direction of the courtyard: "Sir Turner, Theresa Barcelo greets you. ”

Barcelo Family ...... What does this guy want to do with me at this time?, Turner muttered. Then Jazz straightened the collar of his shirt, straightened the hem of the costume painted with exaggerated colors, rubbed the sweat from his palms with both hands, stroked his shaggy hair a few times, and the metal rings on his ears bumped lightly with the movement, making a thin sound.

Sir Turner did not speak directly, but walked in the direction of the two-headed giant, and beside Joseph placed an object that looked like a basket. Turner reached out and rummaged through it, pulling out an inverted cone from the haphazard piles of items.

He placed the object in the direction of a small circle to his mouth, and his mouth turned towards the outside of the courtyard: "Hello High Priest Theresa, may I ask what is the matter?" Turner made up his mind that if the other party insisted on forcibly breaking in, then the two-headed giant would definitely fight back mercilessly.

"Well, can you open the door and let us in?" Looking at the closed wooden door, Theresa suddenly felt a little aggrieved - shouldn't the guy who looks like a big bad wolf be the guy inside?