Son of the Olden Days

Goblins are small, humanoid social creatures, and Thor's knowledge of them mainly comes from books.

This continent has a long history. Speaking of which, goblins can be regarded as an ancient race wading through the river of time. There are also various stories circulating about this race.

In those beautiful stories, it is said that they will quietly appear after human beings fall asleep in the middle of the night, helping people take care of livestock, farming or housework without compensation.

And in those bleak stories, they are despicable, cowardly, stupid, and vicious, scheming and good at calculations, relying on cunning tactics to make up for their inherent physical disadvantages and those of other races.

Saul knows that the reference level of books has always been limited, because the authors of books often add many personal assumptions and even fantasies to their works to fabricate some unrecognizable facts.

Just like this shaggy little guy in front of me, his height is only a little bit higher than Sol’s knee, and there is short golden hair on the top of his head. This hair starts from the face and spreads to the whole body.

The hair on the face is sparse, shorter and denser, and the hair on the body is slightly longer, almost the length of a human finger joint. There is almost no visible skin, anyway, the whole body is hairy.

In terms of appearance, that face is a bit like a cat's face, mainly because the whiskers are distributed like cat's whiskers, which are distributed on the sides of the mouth under the round nose, but are very short. There are also two round eyes, and the pupils of the eyes are earth-colored.

This was the first time Thor had seen a goblin in person. To tell the truth, the short appearance of the other party was hard to fear, and he couldn't be scared at all. Especially at the moment those two round eyes were looking at him helplessly, as if he was innocent.

Of course, Thor will certainly not be deceived by these superficial weaknesses, the enemy is the enemy. It is these seemingly harmless and furry little guys who come in droves to plunder and harm humans.

His hands are tied behind his back, and he is wearing a coarse cloth robe that fits well. It has simple cutting and sewing marks. It is obviously different from other sloppy ones that cut a few holes in a whole piece of cloth and get into a set and wrap it up. Goblin.

The two stared at each other for a while.

Then Sol stepped forward and squatted down on one knee and searched the goblin's whole body up and down. Finally, he found a round hard object on his chest, which should have been placed in the inner pocket of the cloth robe.

Reaching into his chest, Risol pulled the round object out of his resistance.

I started with a metal gadget with a slight weight. The surface was covered with a thin layer of transparent crystal. It seemed to be inlaid with a small piece of iron chain attached to a protrusion on the metal edge.

Through the crystal, you can see a small white metal disc underneath, with many small grids divided into black on it. Upon closer inspection, this gadget has an unspeakable regularity and strange beauty.

"What is it?" Saul raised his eyebrows, and squeezed things in his hands, a little confused and wary. He estimated that this might be some kind of measurement tool? Or used to identify directions in the wilderness?

"Watches." The little goblin replied with a certain pride in his tone.

"What's the use?" Sol asked.

"Record the time."

Saul knew it instantly, and then his eyes brightened. This thing has a mechanical beauty, but it is not as fragile and fragile as the commonly used magic hourglass. As a commodity, it may have some alternative value.

"Is this the craft of your tribe?" Thor raised his eyes and glanced at him.

The goblin lowered his head and said nothing, obviously the other party had the first secret in this conversation.

"Your name?" Sol changed the question.

"Raz."

"What other defensive forces are there in your camp? Or how many defensive ones can you play?"

Raz lowered his head again and said nothing, and Sol didn't care when he looked at his refusal to cooperate.

"I am the new lord of this territory. Most of the time I am a more reasonable person, and when the dark inside of me awakens, I don't know what I will do. Really, I am in a good mood today. I want to have a peaceful chat with you."

Sol tried to increase the pressure of the conversation, implicit threats, and wanted more answers.

"...I am a female goblin, the daughter of the patriarch." Raz said suddenly.

"So what?" Saul rolled his eyes silently. Am I discussing the issue of male and female with you now?

Although it was a little unexpected, it was really indistinguishable from the outside.

I only felt the smooth hair when I searched for it just now. In terms of her size, she doesn't have the strong pectoral muscles like a human female. In short, she is like a talking little animal in Saul's eyes.

It's a little quiet around.

Perhaps, she wanted to use a female standpoint to demand more tolerance?

Sol judged, then turned and opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door, Lizardman Stant and Halfling Diller were leaning against the wall with their wine tanks. The three of them had come together after the banquet in the territory just now. After Thor entered, the other two simply waited here leisurely. result.

Seeing the two inquiring gazes, Saul shook his head.

"I saw it, I guessed it a long time ago. He was obviously too bad at interrogation." Diller opened his hand to Stanter, as if the two had made a bet before.

Saul smiled and didn't excuse him. In fact, he didn't use any means at all, he just had a brief chat with Raz.

"Go ahead, let us learn about your excellent methods." Sol leaned against Stant and shook his head to signal Diller to go in and start his performance.

Diller did not flinch, but instead shook his hands and loosened his muscles, with a confident expression on his face.

"Ask if this is the craftsmanship of her clan, and the defense in the camp, just two points." When Diller was about to open the door, Saul confessed, and then threw the metal clock to him.

"You said'her'?" Diller turned his head suddenly, seeming to notice some inexplicable points.

"Yes, she said she was the daughter of the patriarch, a female goblin." Saul shrugged.

"So what?" Diller's eyes twitched inexplicably.

"I agree with your approach. The two dwarfs will always have more common topics, especially when they are of different genders. Maybe he can touch each other with love." Steant turned his head and moved closer to Sol. As if to whisper.

Oh shit! Are you whispering? You can hear the volume in this aisle, right? Diller's eyes jerked at the wretched lizardman Stanter, and finally felt the silent, full of malice behind Sol's plain smile.

When Diller entered the room, Sol and Stanter exchanged glances tacitly. As soon as they put their ears on the door panel, the door opened, revealing Diller's expression that I might be killing someone.

"Ha, I always feel that the recent political atmosphere in the mainland is too tense." Without embarrassment, Stanter turned around and put his arms around Sol's shoulders and began to talk about the recent mainland environment.

"Yes, our territory is still too weak, and it may be very difficult to grow in the future." Saul nodded in agreement.

With a black face, Diller watched the two hooligans walking away, then turned and fell on the door.

In the end, Stant was right, and Diller asked what Sol was concerned about, but Sol and Stant were obviously more interested in Diller's interrogation methods, which disgusted Diller.

That small metal clock is really the craftsmanship of the goblin clan. Thor used a dagger to pry open the back cover. Although it looked like only small gears and iron pieces, it still shocked Thor.

Each of the gears must not have come from a blacksmith. This kind of fine parts can only be polished and corrected repeatedly by extremely fine hand, and then the gears smaller than the grains of rice are spliced ​​in series, and finally a product such as a clock is obtained.

Sol has to be sighed by the level of sophistication and detail. What makes Thor even more strange is that since the goblin clan masters such cutting-edge micro-mechanical craftsmanship, why the life is worse than that of wild dogs.

Raz's explanation for this is that the goblin's mechanical craftsmanship in the ancient kingdom has been excellent in the past. Later, the battle of the gods, the mainland was turbulent, and the goblin family also suffered a sharp decline. Many important drawings were lost in the chaos, and now only the craft of clocks and watches is left.

Sole then remembered the books that he had read before, describing the prosperity of the kingdom over the period of time.

It is said that three races had outstanding performances in metal craftsmanship. Dwarves are good at forging weapons and armors, dwarves are good at laying various organ locks, and goblins are dedicated to the research of fine machinery.

In addition to the clock problem, in terms of the defense of the goblin camp, it is said that there is an elderly goblin known as the wise man in the camp, and there are two second-tier goblin warriors who are taller than humans guarding the camp.

The conditions for the exchange of information between Diller and Raz were that Thor, as the leader, ensured the safety of the old and weak goblin clan and adopted a tolerant attitude. Thor suspected that these empty promises were made by Diller irresponsibly.

However, Saul felt that the problem was not big, ordinary goblins could let go, but two second-tier goblin warriors must be obliterated, and there should be no such unstable factors in the territory.

The ending battle of the goblin camp went smoothly. Sol killed a goblin warrior alone, and Steand and Diller surrounded one, and then took the remaining supplies and the old and weak in the camp back to the territory.

The elderly goblin is obviously the real decision-making person in the camp, and he has more weight than the goblin patriarch.

"We will not submit to any foreigners." The old goblin's attitude was very firm.

"This is not surrender. As a human, I don't need your surrender, but you must go through the process of transition from slave to captain. Whether you want it or not, I will let your branch of the goblin clan disappear completely."

"After that, you can live next to our territory as my leader. You can trade with us, and you can also learn our planting and other technologies. But when there is a guard battle, you must also use your combat power. assist."

"On the surface, you are my leaders, but basically I will not intervene in the affairs and decision-making of your clan. In fact, you still retain your independence. If one day you find a better living area and want to leave, You can do whatever you want then."

After some negotiation and coaxing, the goblin clan was finally incorporated into the territory.

In terms of combat power, the addition of goblins is not worth mentioning at all, but it is also beneficial to the trade and development of the territory. For example, the clock and watch can gradually transform from luxury crafts to specialties of the territory.

In short, Thor's policy is very simple, first tie the forces that can be drawn around. In the future, other tribes will be accommodated in the same way, and they can be slowly assimilated, but alien tribes will never become real leaders, and to some extent they will use more elements.

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