"It's okay."
Chen Mang shook his head, "What's the big deal? Cheer up. Seven million units of iron ore should be enough. But you've reminded me, are there any female goblins in your Goblin Race? Given you only have a population of a little over a hundred, that's a bit low for a race. Do you plan to have offspring?"
"No."
Doba shook his head with a hint of sorrow in his eyes, "Master Mang, Doba thanks you for your kindness, but Doba and my people survive in this world like living dead. We've lost the ability to reproduce in the universe."
"Only when the day comes to truly rebuild civilization and formally restore the Goblin Race can we reshape our bodies and regain the ability to procreate."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Chen Mang nodded, "Alright, noted. You may leave now."
The situation was a bit more complicated than he had imagined.
But it's not important for now.
