The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Few people know how the little goblins became the world's strongest intelligence experts. Although their bodies vary in size, the largest ones are only about the height of an ordinary person's knees, and the smallest ones can only fit in human hands. Palm dance, if you participate in battle, the disadvantage brought by your body size is fatal.

Perhaps the size does not represent the ultimate strength, but in the history of the entire race for so many years, there are no well-known braves and fighters, except for those with excellent escape ability, there is no particularly outstanding racial talent, and naturally there are no outstanding records. However, they are still doing very well in the main plane where there is no lack of racial competition. Even in the extremely xenophobic human countries, they have their own chambers of commerce, business stations, and intelligence branches, which is quite impressive.

It's not that no one has ever searched for the passwords of goblins, but their ending is often to disappear suddenly and silently, and when they reappear, they are full of "Ah, fairy tale kingdom.", "A lot of cute goblins", "Good Delicious strawberry cake, but I really can't eat it, give it to the little bunny over there" and other crazy words.

Perhaps from these inferences, ordinary people think that the kingdom of fairies must be a fairy tale and cute, but the distance between reality and cognition is always quite large.

"Ge, the whole world is at war, and my business is not easy. It seems that a tough winter is coming."

The one-eyed black goblin was holding a cigar in his mouth and a small goblin musket in his hand, as he spoke, he was still puffing.

His size has seriously exceeded the standard, and he looks like a ball from a distance, but there are colorful transparent wings behind him, and there are fluorescent pollen falling down when he flicks and flicks. Seems to be the goblin nymph who always plays the good guy in fairy tales.

"...But in fact, the recent turnover has increased. To be precise. Compared with the previous quarter, the sales volume of the Black Forest series of publications has increased by an average of 35%, and the sales volume of the ace publication Fengyun Knight Monthly has increased by 91%. The main decline is only peripheral products such as hero figures, portraits, and toys."

The neatly ironed shirt and western-style trousers, the golden glasses that always represent wisdom, but wearing a little black goblin with a crooked nose, dead fish eyes, and a face full of foul-smelling pimples, is very cute. violation.

seem. No, judging from the nose ring on the nose and the bentwood staff in the hand, this is a little hag who always plays the villain in fairy tales.

"...The Principality of Castleland holds a New Year's celebration? Are you stupid? What's worth reporting about such a small country? I'm going to deduct your salary... What? An important event will be announced at the celebration, most likely it's about leaving St. Anton Leo joined Lanmeng? F*ck, this is big news, you collect information first, and we will send support to you right away.”

"Those trolls started building city-states? Instead of swallowing those poor villagers, they raised them? You're kidding me!"

The background of the two goblins conferring,

But they are busy goblins. Some of them yelled back and forth at some black crystal charm, while others yelled back and forth while pulling strings and pipes. Some are writing hard, and this chaotic scene is like a busy editorial department before the deadline.

But the place they are in is not a fairytale forest with green grass and blue sky, but a city full of civilization. The streets are full of pedestrians coming and going, and the factories not far away are full of people. The sound of work, printing factory, toy factory, handicraft factory, all kinds of signs are clear. If there is any difference between it and other cities, it is probably that the pedestrians on the street are goblins.

The sky is gloomy and the sun cannot be seen, but the lights along the road make the city a city that never sleeps. The little goblin didn't build the city into a small country because of her figure. The more reason is that it is here or other The servants of the race, the muscular, two-meter-tall giant monster with a silly face, can be regarded as the distant relatives of the goblins, and they are their protectors.

And this fantasy capital of the city is not on the main plane, but on the gray shadow plane beyond the knowledge system. The goblins are not afraid of death to collect information in various places. Death in the Greek plane, their bodies in other planes are a collection of special shadow negative energy. If they are in danger, they only need to disband the body.

But they are not immortal. They can live in this special negative energy plane, which is a fusion of energy and energy. They are a kind of strange semi-capable creatures, like the shadows of other lives, which need the recognition of other races. And recognition, to obtain an energy similar to the source of belief, in order to maintain a "alive" state, otherwise it is just a pile of rotten meat.

And this kind of energy needs to be constantly replenished. Although they can eat, they can only taste the taste and cannot fill their stomachs. If they say they are hungry, they are dying.

So from ancient times to the present, other races have been used to these seemingly ubiquitous little guys doing things, even acquiescing to them as members of the main plane, and they have gradually mastered the method of "existing".

They are the best at intelligence organizations all over the world, business transactions in dangerous areas, etc., but they are also responsible for the news and propaganda industries that are so developed on the Ashe plane, but the other newspaper industries combined are not as powerful as them , The timeliness of information that can come across planes is unmatched by ordinary life.

Of course, in order to survive, they always adapt or even create original stories and legends, allowing various branches of their own race to appear on the stage, such as little fairies, little evil ghosts, shadow monsters, etc. When the "energy" is the most delicious and stable, there are not only rangers who specialize in scaring children, but even the legendary big goblins who give year-end gifts to good children, which also makes their toy factories open all year round.

And the black-skinned fat little fairy Blake is the top three big bosses in this city. He has four toy factories, two printing factories, and more than a dozen editorial offices of magazines, monthly magazines, and daily newspapers. "The supply can even raise thousands of goblins, and as a fashion, he even has more than a dozen concubines, including not only goblins and giant goblins, but also humans and elves from the main plane.

Why is it fashionable? The reproductive ability of this semi-energy life is completely different from that of normal life. It is similar to a self-split after being full of energy. Their newly split offspring have nothing to do with themselves. Those so-called concubines probably can only provide him with a little energy.

But now, this little fairy boss is very troubled, swear by his beard that has not been shaved in three thousand years, his business has encountered some big troubles.

"What? As long as there is no problem with the journalism and newspaper industry as a 'food producing area', as my deputy general manager, your vision is too short-sighted. I am thinking about whether to change people."

"Sorry, sorry. Boss, please guide me."

Although the feelings of the same clan can't be used as food, Black really likes to see the fear and admiration in the eyes of his subordinates. He smoked a cigar fiercely, spit out a few eye circles, and then said viciously.

"Hmph, it's not because you idiot have been with me for a hundred years. You see, the business of daily necessities is booming everywhere, but the sales of luxury goods are falling sharply, and there are wars between races and big guys that pop up all of a sudden .This only shows that a periodic disaster is coming soon - the Great Famine!"

"The Great Famine?"

The little hag Albert was a little dumbfounded. Could there be famine on the main plane? still……

"The famine of our goblin clan?"

"Well. As long as those stupid big guys start fighting their so-called jihad again, a large number of people will decrease, and the amount of food our family can get will decrease sharply. According to previous statistics, in fact, the proportion of our final population reduction and the big guys They are the same."

In a sense, the number of goblins is determined by the number of lives on the main plane. There is a limit to how many humans can support a little goblin. When the life of the main plane decreases on a large scale, the goblins will naturally decrease proportionally.

"the same?"

"In the last famine, only 3.7% of our goblins survived. Considering that we raised a group of big men in captivity as supplies, probably less than 3% of the big men in that world survived the war."

As one of the very few old elves who survived the last famine, Blake himself didn't know how many little fairies he split, but the tragic scene of corpses everywhere was terrifying just by recalling it.

And it is completely natural that the war that can replace the dominant race of the earth can be fought so fiercely.

"That means we can only survive 3% this time!!"

"boom!"

Albert's terrified screams echoed in the room, and all the goblins looked over, but Old Black shot without saying a word.

Feeling the bullet brushing his face, Albert gasped, and Albert immediately calmed down, squatting on the ground and surrendering.

It was only then that he remembered that the boss hated meaningless screams the most. Last time, the yelling giant monster was sent directly to the main plane, and he didn't know how he died.

Seeing that the shot went flying, Black spat, but he didn't fire a second shot. Some superstitiously, he felt that since the opponent was lucky enough not to be shot, there was no need to make another shot, wasting the opponent's good luck.

"'Lucky boy, I hope you are the 3% this time.' You now know how this blessing in our family came from. Don't be bitter, this time we old guys will not look stupid At least we will find a way to keep more big guys alive. Let all the department heads come over, what are we going to do, first of all, we have to let these big guys know the seriousness of the matter, the end is in sight.”

"...Then how... do we do it? Even if we go outside and say it, the big guys won't believe it?"

"It seems that I really want a new deputy general manager. You are so stupid!"

The old fairy stared at the goblin reporters and editors who were busy again, and Albert suddenly realized.

"You mean to make a publicity call? Tell the big guys there's trouble?"

"Well, this is also the after-the-fact conclusion we made back then. Now that we have spent so many years mastering the public opinion and newspaper industry of big guys, it is too wasteful to just idle like this. Tell the little guy that the overtime pay will be tripled, and tomorrow will be bright." We have summed up all the troubles before, and we will immediately print a special issue!" (To be continued..)

ps: There is another chapter, it will probably be later, it will be the same tomorrow.....

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