"If I want to kill you, you won't have a chance to wake up, don't worry, you are still useful to me, before that, as long as you cooperate honestly, I promise to save your life in the end." Gavin said as he picked the rope off the goblin sorcerer's feet, and as for those who tied their hands behind their backs, he didn't have the idea for the time being.

The other party is also a warlock who can cast three-ring spells, and his professional level is at least level six, so he always has to be careful.

"Follow me, don't make small moves, don't leave me within five steps, or I won't guarantee your safety." Gavin didn't bother to talk to the goblin warlock too much, and turned to leave.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The goblin sorcerer had no dignity as a spellcaster, and followed Gavin's footsteps.

Whether it is his shriveled and thin image, or the dense new and old scars on his body, it all shows that his life in the Great Goblin War Group is not easy.

The identity of the warlock can't change the fact that he is a goblin, at best, he has changed from a low-level slave to a high-level slave, and the consumable position is relatively low.

The long-term slave life has worn away all his edges and corners, just like many slaves Gavin saw in his previous life, their behavior patterns revolve around one thing, that is, to live.

Seeing through the goblin warlock doesn't mean that Gavin will relent, he's just a new tool of his own.

Gavin and the goblin warlocks rummaged through the castle and scavenged all over the world for all kinds of paper, parchment and vellum, and finally the unprocessed leather suitable for writing.

No way, paper is a relatively scarce material in Faerun, not without papermaking, the elf's papermaking technology is the best in the world, the elf paper is as white as snow, the silk cloth is as tough as the thinness.

The only downside is that they are never willing to be prolific, because that would destroy their beloved forest.

It is also difficult for other races to imitate, because a slightly larger forest is either inhabited by elves, or guarded by druids or rangers, and even inhabited by various spirits or monsters, and the consequences will be catastrophic.

At first, Gavin still had some energy left on the goblin warlock, but soon found that there was no need for this, and he was trained by the goblin very thoroughly and servilely.

Gavin hadn't been allowed to take five steps away from him, and he hadn't seen the sixth step.

In the end, Gavin simply picked the rope off his hand and helped him carry the looted paper, anyway, his casting speed was not as fast as his own sword drawing.

Don't look at the goblin ricket, no one is half as tall, the actual strength is definitely more than half, and there are quite a lot of things to help carry.

Gavin sensed that the collection was about the same, and he took the goblin sorcerer and got into the two-wheeled carriage that Zalanda had allocated to him, and continued his work of translating books.

He doesn't have to worry about the rest at all, Zalanda will arrange for the coachman to help him drive the car, as the first heir to the Noether family, this privilege is still there.

In order to advance his plan, Gavin enjoyed this privilege with peace of mind.

For the next day and night, in addition to solving his personal needs, Gavin shrank on his two-wheeled carriage and worked hard to write, and the progress was quite fast.

In the process, he also made a new small attempt, that is, to fuse self-hypnosis with the elves' eccentricity.

In the beginning, the situation was constant.

It's not that Gavin entered a state of trance, and the fit with the magic net is not high, so he fell into a dream in a daze.

is to enter a state of self-hypnosis, but the body is still tense, and the purpose of resting cannot be achieved.

With the continuous running-in experiments, Gavin thinks that the possibility of success is very high, especially when his spiritual consciousness keeps getting stronger, this matter is likely to come naturally, but he is not blindly forcing it now.

The big retreat is also a small situation constantly.

Tessel has been caught in the warlord war for many years, and the local level of governance is uneven with the various lords themselves.

More than ten kilometers around Fort Nott is relatively better, the goblin war group that previously besieged the fort was completely defeated by them, and the leadership was swept away by them, not to mention organizing a pursuit and harassment team, those routed soldiers saw their banners, and ran faster than rabbits one by one, lest they be hunted again.

As for the other scattered monsters, they either ran away after the arrival of the Goblin Warband, or they had already been stewed in their hanging pots.

But out of this range, all kinds of monsters and gangs are rampant.

If they were just watching from afar, silently watching the soldiers and civilians of Fort Nott pass by, Zalanda would not have paid any attention to them.

But if there is an eye-opener, let alone an attack, even if it is hung far behind, Zalanda will not hesitate to dispatch the Noether cavalry, completely defeat them, and some even kill them all, when the few carriages they opened the way were full of heads of various monsters and bandits, this unwise attempt was obviously greatly reduced.

At this time, their first destination, Kami Village, is also about to arrive.

At this point, the trajectory of history, at least Gavin's personal trajectory, has undergone a major deflection.

Without the goblin chasers, Roon and Oster would not have had the opportunity to make small moves, and Gavin never met with them along the way.

They were also huddled in their own luxury carriage, except for solving their personal physiological problems, they didn't show their heads easily, they didn't know what little calculations they were making, and Gavin didn't have the heart to care about them, anyway, he made up his mind to help Zalanda remove this stumbling block before leaving.

"Young Master Gavin, Young Master Gavin, the captain asked me to invite you over." The boy who had carried the salute for Gavin rode a pony and ran to Gavin's carriage at a high speed.

The half-grown boy, named Darren, was an orphan who was adopted by Zalanda in the militia.

The reason why Gavin deliberately inquired about the boy's name was because he found that this child did have willpower beyond his imagination, and since he mentioned it casually, he took what he said to heart, even on the retreat road, he was not idle, either riding a pony, running before and after running to help, or taking time to practice swordsmanship and spearmanship, and even a few times, following behind the cavalry, waving flags and shouting, helping to strengthen the situation.

In doing so, he even brought the other half-grown children in the entire Nottburg team, and was obviously the child king of these children.

How much training is just an imaginary number, with this enthusiasm and enthusiasm, as long as you continue to persevere, it is difficult not to achieve certain achievements, which is naturally worthy of Gavin's attention, after all, this kid is likely to be one of Zalanda's most loyal teams.

"Do you know what's going on?" Gavin walked out and asked, knowing that there must be something more serious ahead, the convoy had stopped moving for a while, and it wasn't a meal now.