Murkfang didn't see the harm in letting Byung attempt to heal him, even though he had no expectations. Still, it would be fascinating if he were able to, as such a feat had never been recorded by a goblin before.
There was a reason why their life expectancy was so low.
Not all goblins had access to medicine during reproduction, nor did they have any treatments for more complex diseases.
Murkfang followed Byung to a location the younger goblin seemed familiar with, but he noticed there were no other goblins in sight. Why did he need privacy?
"This one is strange…" Murkfang thought to himself, seated on a rock carved in the form of a chair — a display of innovation.
Byung went into the bushes to search for something, which was revealed to be marshmallow roots.
Murkfang was skeptical as he watched Byung grind them down religiously.
"Medicine? That is impossible," Murkfang thought to himself, because there was no way for Byung to acquire this knowledge if he worked in these mines.
Byung knew winning him over was the priority, so he couldn't hold back. He had to make a strong impression to show his value.
"Here. Drink," Byung instructed right before handing him a wooden cup with the ground roots.
There was no water readily available, yet Byung had provided some. Murkfang had no idea how he had it, but he wasn't going to ask these questions now.
"I come here… noise is too much inside," Byung could tell Murkfang had questions and offered up the answer to some of the ones he might have.
Murkfang stared at the cup. It was understandable for him to be suspicious under such circumstances.
This prompted Byung to take a sip out of the cup to show Murkfang it was safe to consume.
"See? Good," Byung responded with a broad smile.
Murkfang just looked at the cup in Byung's hands before looking at Byung.
This wasn't the look of someone with ill intentions, and the goblin ultimately conceded.
He took the cup and gulped it all down, expecting it to be bitter — but to his utmost surprise, it wasn't.
"You like?" Byung questioned upon noticing the goblin's dilated pupils.
"I-It is sweet?" Murkfang couldn't hide his surprise.
"See? Some more," Byung handed him a wooden bottle with even more of it.
"These crafts… He made them himself…" Murkfang thought to himself.
Murkfang couldn't believe a goblin, only a couple of months old, could do all of this.
This shouldn't be possible without any prior knowledge, and even the farmers weren't blessed with such things.
First, it was the medicine, and now it was the bottle — among other things. What was next?
Murkfang had his suspicions before, but seeing this in person confirmed everything.
This goblin was a genius — a word that had never been associated with their race.
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Gribnox was having the time of his life. He had no care in the world, and the fact that even the ugliest of women looked pretty to them meant this location was a hotspot for prostitutes who were heinous by every sense of the word.
It was close to the orc territory, but the orcs allowed the goblins to traverse these lands — no further.
Even so, they rarely lay with goblins because of the death sentence that followed conceiving their child. However, there was a potion that allowed them to lie with these creatures without worrying about pregnancy.
Not only that, but goblins were known for their aggression in bed, which often resulted in weaker races fracturing or breaking their bones in the act.
This was why orcs were an ideal match for them — they were physically stronger and bigger than the goblins.
Gribnox had to pay thrice the amount of money other races would pay, and even with that, he wasn't allowed to touch any orc — not even the hunchback orc that no customer touched due to her heinous features, even for her race.
She was naked, but this was all he needed to get off, and Gribnox began to jerk off to the deformed orc in front of him.
The orc should have been flattered that anyone would be able to get it up to begin with, let alone jerk off to her — but what she felt was utter disgust.
However, it didn't take up to five minutes — five minutes that felt like eternity.
She was covered in white fluid. It flowed like a stream and drenched her in thick, sticky semen.
Gribnox was grateful for Murkfang; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get off, even though he was paying almost triple what any average person would have to pay, despite the ladies here being a lot worse than those in the average brothel.
Gribnox didn't care and was on his way as soon as his balls were empty.
He wondered why Murkfang was so taken with the new goblin and had rejected coming with him.
Unlike Murkfang, Gribnox was on the fat side, and Murkfang had a way of persuading these ladies to allow penetration — a skill he didn't possess.
"I feel light on my feet," Gribnox muttered despite clearly being out of breath, showing this statement wasn't true.
But who cared? All he could think about was the next way to release his load, and who could blame him? There was nothing else to do in this world other than this.
Gribnox returned to his location and was greeted by the lower goblins, but the atmosphere was filled with anxiety.
"You returned… Baron," a goblin said — and before long, he confirmed the energy was different here. The goblins working under him were at a standstill.
No one was working, and there was only one reason such a thing could happen.
One of the higher-ups had come to pay a visit — the goblin that held power over the western province.
Once again, Gribnox was not a great communicator or negotiator, so naturally, he was nervous — especially since the goblin he was meeting was known to be ruthless.
"He must be here due to the slow production," Gribnox thought to himself, praying that Murkfang was present.
This goblin here wasn't feared simply because of his power, but because he was one of the few goblins who had experience in actual combat.
In his youth, he had served as a soldier for hire to satisfy his violent side. There were goblins dominated by lust, like Gribnox, but there were a few abnormalities dominated by violence, like the one who had come to pay them a visit.
They were opposites, and Gribnox knew meeting him was a recipe for disaster — but he had no choice.
He stepped into the wooden structure that served as a house, but it had been downgraded since the last time the visiting goblin was here.
They usually gave notice, so this was out of the ordinary — but it also showed it was important.
Gribnox walked into the building, trying his best to remain as composed as he could. But the moment he walked in, he tripped over himself and landed headfirst into the ground, spinning around like a ball in a comedic fashion.
he goblin seated within came alone. He needed no security because he was one of the strongest and was directly responsible for training the next generation of soldiers.
This was why the sight of Gribnox disgusted him. He wasn't just out of shape — sex was the only thing he cared about.
"W-Welcome… Mogul," Gribnox muttered under his breath, breathing heavily with his head to the ground, not daring to look up.