"Goblin Merchant, what's that?" asked Erin, puzzled.

"If you're referring to goblins, this, they're a kind of monster. Freya replied.

"Monsters, disgusting monsters?" said Erin, with a look of disgust on her face.

Freya was a little speechless, she didn't know how Erin was disgusting to think of those guys just by the name goblin, but she didn't have much of a problem saying that, some goblins were disgusting. "I guess so. Freya said uncertainly.

"I remember Sherlock coming to the West Coast at the beginning of every month to stock up, right?" Kelly confirmed to Warhammer, who had made the offer.

"That's right. Warhammer nodded.

"Then we'd better wait for it to show up in the port area. Kelly smiled.

"That's it. Warhammer turned to the others. "You rice worms, don't make any preparations for the next few days. You can do whatever you want, but there's plenty to do on the West Coast. Be careful, though, unless you want to be arrested as a villain by the Academy of Magic. I would say, have fun. With that, Warhammer looked a little arrogant and walked away. But his words made sense, and they really didn't need to continue to make unnecessary preparations before deciding on their next move. As long as those garbage heaps are not removed, they will not have a chance to enter Sanban Street.

It's not too difficult to find Sherlock, and it's actually a unique sight to be seen when a goblin appears in a human town. Warhammer and Kelly rarely worked together without complaint like they did now, which was perhaps incredible to them. As for the others, they don't need to worry about them now. There are plenty of places to have fun on the West Coast, and if they want to, they can spend all the gold in their purse bags for a day or two of crazy life.

Sherlock is nothing more than a profiteer in Hutton's Back Street to Kelly, but she usually works with Sherlock, so she is confident in convincing him. Of course, Warhammer wasn't going to trust her for nothing, and he felt the need to take more drastic measures to get the goblin to agree to work with him. Warhammer never seems to understand the simple truth that violence does not solve all problems. This may be one of his shortcomings, but sometimes his shortcomings are also his greatest charm.

Kelly knew what Warhammer was thinking about, so she had been prepared accordingly. Sherlock is a shrewd goblin, and if something doesn't benefit him, he won't accede to someone's request anyway. This is it, a goblin who has honed his skills as a profiteer in a human town. It is also an outlier among the goblins, and its people often mock and even abuse it, though that doesn't stop it from continuing to do business in human towns.

"So, let's talk about the concrete ideas?" Kelly, who was waiting for Sherlock in the harbor café, confirmed Warhammer, who was sitting across the table.

"I thought you got it. Warhammer spread his hands.

"We have to think the same way, otherwise there will only be mistakes, and the last thing we can afford to do now is to make mistakes. Kelly said cautiously.

Warhammer nodded exaggeratedly, "I didn't expect you to think about this too, I thought you were just a profiteer staying in Huttonmar." ”

"Do you have to be sarcastic about me?" said Kelly with a wry smile.

"It's my job, after all. Warhammer gave Kelly a middle finger.

Kelly waved her hand, "Okay, you've done your duty, so can you say that?"

"Of course. Warhammer stirred the coffee in his cup with a silver spoon. "Sherlock is just a goblin after all, and it's good to leave it to them to dig into the garbage heap. ”

"Dig into the garbage heap?" Kelly hesitated.

"There must be little holes in those garbage heaps that humans can't get through, but it's easy for goblins. You also know that Sherlock has a lot of connections among the goblin community, and the goblins can be seen anywhere on the continent, so maybe there are guys he knows in Sanban Street?"

Kelly shook her head uncertainly, "How can you be sure, what if there are no goblins in Sanban Street?"

"It's not on Sanban Street, it's on the West Coast. Warhammer stretched out his index finger and circled it over his head.

"That makes sense. Kelly nodded. "So, you want Sherlock or the goblin he knows to come to the West Coast to gather information for us?"

"That's one of them, and maybe there's a way to remove the garbage for us. ”

"Then let's wait and see. ”

Shylock's iconic figure didn't appear until the evening, and perhaps after the meeting, it could find many reasons to reject the two men's proposals, but the most important thing was the benefit. As long as enough benefits are given, it is believed that Sherlock will agree to help the two.

"It's coming, it's time for us to play. Warhammer bounced off his chair and walked to the café door. Kelly woke up from her chair and looked out the window at the already dark sky. It's been a long time since I've fallen asleep with the scent of coffee in a quiet environment. Okay, but now she has to do what needs to be done.

It must not have expected to see Kelly in this place, and as for Warhammer, to be honest, Sherlock and Warhammer didn't have much contact, and the two had only met once or twice. In its view, Warhammer was nothing more than a freak who stayed in Huttonmar unlike most of the people there.

When Kelly appeared in front of Sherlock with a malicious smile and a warhammer, the idea of leaving almost immediately popped into the latter's mind. But before it could do anything, it was trying to figure out why the two were here, and why they had found itself.

"Kelly, I remember you didn't go out very often. Sherlock said in his usual profiteer tone.

"It's good to come out once in a while to breathe. Kelly laughed.

"And what about this gentleman?" Sherlock walked over to Warhammer on crutches, examining it carefully. "I remember you as the masked guy who made most of the streets uneasy. ”

"I'm what those people need. Warhammer said, pointing to his chest.

Sherlock coughed twice and took two steps back. "So, what's the matter, since you came to me when I was on my way to the West Coast, there must be something I need help with?"

Warhammer and Kelly looked at each other, apparently not surprised that Sherlock was able to guess what he was thinking. As mentioned before, it is a savvy goblin merchant, so it is much more sensitive than a normal goblin. "Would you like to talk to us?" said Kelly, asking for Sherlock's opinion.

Sherlock said after glancing at the merchant ships anchored in the harbor. "Hmm...... It's going to be some time before those lazy sailors get their cargo off the ship, so I'll listen to your requests, right?"

"Would you like to have a drink?" said Kelly, nodding toward the harbor café.

"I don't want to drink the hell coffee, it's like minotaur urine. Sherlock kept waving his hands. "But if you want to talk, you really need a quiet place, so come with me. ”

Kelly shrugged helplessly, and Warhammer seemed interested in Sherlock's strange trope. Regardless, both felt like they were being led by the nose by Sherlock. But if you want to get help from the other person, then it's better to do what he says, otherwise everything will be out of the question. So, the two followed Sherlock into a dark alley in the harbor.