The goblin at the front said with a sad face: "Honorable sir, we are willing to pay tribute, but there are too many of them, we can't take so much, you see, that's all...... It's all here, or you can pick a few people from our people...... Let them be servants to the adults......"

What the goblin sent was a ruddely made deerskin bag, which at first glance knew that it was made of raw deer skin, and the smell was not to mention, and it would not be long before it would be eaten by all kinds of insects.

The contents of it made Gavin's eyes shine, and it was one of the purposes of his trip - spirit crystals.

It's just that there are not many of them, and the miscellaneous ones add up, and they are not as big as the goblin fist.

Gavin looked motionless, touched his chin and said, "Not enough, far from enough, this is at most a tribute for the two of you, far from enough to repay the price of your betrayal." ”

"There really are only so many of us." The goblin almost burst into tears, "I've already dug up before, and I've already yelled at you...... We have nothing left but my people...... The food was all eaten by the troll, and he also ate three of our people, it was really not us who wanted to invite him, but he came to the door himself...... We dare not provoke...... If not, I'll pick a few adults. ”

"Today, we believe in you once, the missing part will be made up in the next ten days, if it is not complete, don't blame me for stepping on your nest, next time, as long as this kind of spare." Gavin said with a cold face like a slave owner collecting debts, "Don't bargain, if you don't have enough manpower, you can work with the goblin leaders of the surrounding nests, as long as you can jointly come up with five times this ore, I guarantee that you will not be harassed again." ”

"Really?" The goblin looked surprised.

If this kind of spar is used as a tribute, they are not particularly worried, but just to drive the tribesmen to dig a little more, and there are more in the cave.

In the past, they didn't want to take it as a tribute, but they were not interested, he was more interested in food, especially meat, and only when he really had no choice, he would accept this kind of hedron.

But the problem is that they often don't have enough food to eat, and it is more difficult to squeeze some of it between their teeth.

"Do I have to lie to you?" Gavin snorted condescendingly, "In addition to the tribute that must be paid, if you can dig up excess spars, you can take them to the black well to find me, I will make a reasonable estimate, and then exchange mining tools and food, rest assured, I will give you a good price." ”

Determined that this was the location of the hedron vein he needed, Gavin immediately fine-tuned the original plan.

It is no longer a simple and rough pressing, but a combination of squeezing and inducement, which will stimulate their enthusiasm for mining to the greatest extent.

In particular, after they obtain a large amount of food from the black well through trade, they will soon become the black well of the goblins, luring the scattered goblin tribes around them to come to take refuge.

"No, not at all, it's me who is too worried, we must, we must, we must dig more spars and dedicate them to adults." The goblin's big eyes, dripping and swirling, clearly disbelieved in Gavin's promise.

Gavin didn't expect them to believe either, they had always followed the law of the jungle, they only believed in themselves and their eyes, and if they wanted to gain their most basic trust, they had to wait until the first deal was completed.

So, Gavin didn't talk nonsense with them, picked up the hedron pocket, turned around and left.

In addition to this, Gavin also had the half-ogre carry the troll corpse back to the Black Well tribe.

The corpse of a troll is a great treasure in its own right.

Troll blood is the core ingredient for refining regeneration potions.

The Troll's Flesh, where it is buried, will grow a special herb, the Flower of Regeneration, which is an auxiliary ingredient for many potions, and the price is very high.

The Troll Bone, which is loved by the Weapon Masters, can be used to create weapon handles, which are likely to have a regeneration-related magical effect.

As for the moral burden, even if a paladin was present, he wouldn't say much about such things.

This kind of naturally lazy and evil creature is not as cute as a diligent ploughing cow, and it makes people feel good.

As long as it is needed, the ploughing cow can cramp and pull out the bones and become a delicacy on the table, not to mention the corpse of a dead troll, as long as the magic potion is good, who cares what materials he uses, and the process of growth is not evil.

"My lord, my lord, caravan, caravan, tribe, there is a large human caravan, the merchant who leads it, says that he is a friend of the adult, Zach asked me to inform the adult." A tall kobold, panting as he ran toward Gavin.

It is the former Cangya tribe, now the Heijing tribe, the chief kobold warrior Cangya.

"Got it." Gavin nodded expressionlessly, but there was a hint of joy in his heart, finally here.

You don't have to ask to know that it must be Gavin's sponsors, and only they know the Black Well tribe and Gavin.

If you want to gain a foothold in the rocky land, it is not enough to capture a few kobold tribes.

Most importantly, it comes from human businessmen like Bader.

Never underestimate the energy of these businessmen, they have unimaginable connections, financial and material resources, especially when they smell business opportunities, the energy that bursts out is even more terrifying.

Gavin needed their connections, and they needed them to help him transport the Rockland's specialties out, and then bring in what he needed, and as for the fat profits in between, they deserved it.

A win-win situation can tie them to their chariots and roll forward.

Barking...... Barking......

There is still some distance from the Heijing tribe, and you can hear the roar of the kobold one after another, which is as lively as the rural market.

As soon as Gavin showed his head, a round figure quickly greeted him, and shouted as he ran: "Brother Gavin, Brother Gavin, you are back, we are waiting for you, but the wait is very hard." ”

Growing so fat, so flexible, and knowing himself, Gavin knew only one person - Bed Sage.

Bader seemed to want to give Gavin a warm hug, but stopped the car alive.

Because the half-ogre, like an iron tower, was already in front of Gavin, if Gavin hadn't stopped drinking it in time, the multi-tumor giant wooden stick would have smashed down.

"Ahem...... Ahem......" Beder tilted his head, looked at the half-ogre roar, swallowed several mouthfuls of spit, and cautiously retreated further, "Brother Gavin, the first time I saw you, I knew you were not mortal, but I didn't expect you to be so ...... Such a brave man, in such a short period of time, tossed such a big movement here, everything here is simply beyond our imagination ....... ”

"Roar, you go to Anna with the corpse and get a barrel of ale, not the reward promised this morning, but the reward for your faithfulness just now, go." Gavin sent the half-ogre away first.

"Ale?! Okay, okay. When the half-ogre heard this, he happily carried the corpse of the troll, and strode away to find the young priest.

The Black Well tribe suddenly jumped with chickens and dogs.

The half-ogre didn't know what courtesy was, and all the way was straight, and the kobolds along the way dodged one after another, lest they be knocked off by him.

Gavin's head was numb for a while, and he shouted angrily, "Slow down, knock over a carriage, knock a person away, and the ale reward will be withdrawn." ”

"Oh! Oh! Oh! The half-ogre hurriedly stopped the car, and like a thief, cautiously dodged everyone.