"If I want to kill you, you won't have the chance to wake up. Don't worry, you are still useful to me. Before that, as long as you cooperate honestly, I promise to save your life in the end."
As Wen spoke, he removed the rope from the goblin warlock's feet. As for the one whose hands were tied behind his back, he had no such idea for the time being.
After all, the other party is also a warlock who can cast third-level spells. His professional level is at least level six, so he always needs to be careful.
"Follow me closely, don't make any small moves, and don't leave me within five steps, otherwise I won't guarantee your safety." Gavin didn't mean to communicate too much with the goblin warlock, so he turned around and left.
"Yes, yes, yes!" This goblin warlock didn't have any dignity as a spell caster, and followed Gavin step by step.
Whether it was his shriveled and thin appearance or the dense old and new wounds on his body, it all showed that his life in the Hobgoblin Chapter was not easy.
The identity of the warlock cannot change the fact that he is a goblin. At best, he has changed from a low-level slave to a high-level slave, and his consumable position is relatively low.
The long-term slave life has worn away all his edges. Just like many slaves Gavin saw in his previous life, their behavior patterns all revolve around one thing, that is, living.
The familiar situation touched the softest part of Gavin's heart.
Gavin took the goblin warlock with him and rummaged through boxes and cabinets in Nott Castle, searching for all kinds of paper from all over the world, no matter parchment or vellum, not letting go. Finally, he also didn't let go of the leather that had not been processed yet and was suitable for writing.
There is no way, paper is a relatively scarce material in Faerûn. It is not that there is no papermaking technology. The elves' papermaking technology is the best in the world. The elves' paper is as white as snow, as tough as silk cloth, and astonishingly thin.
The only drawback is that they never want to be productive because it would destroy their beloved forest.
It is also difficult for other races to imitate, because forests of a slightly larger scale are either inhabited by elves, guarded by druids or rangers, or even inhabited by various felines or monsters. If large areas are cut down, the consequences will be disasters.
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At the beginning, Gavin still left some energy on the goblin warlock, but soon found that it was not necessary at all. He was trained thoroughly by the hobgoblin and was full of servility.
Just now Gavin said that he was not allowed to take five steps away from him, but he never took the sixth step.
In the end, Gavin simply removed the rope from his hand to help him carry the collected papers. Anyway, his casting speed was not as fast as his own sword drawing speed.
Even though the goblin is hunched over, he is not half as tall as a human being, and his actual strength is definitely more than half that, and he can help carry quite a lot of things.
After Gavin felt that the amount collected was almost the same, he took the goblin warlock and got into the two-wheeled carriage assigned to him by Zalanda to continue his great work of translating books.
He didn't have to worry about the rest. Zalanda would arrange for a coachman to help him drive. As the first heir to the Nott family, he still had this privilege.
In order to advance his plan, Gavin enjoyed this privilege with peace of mind.
For the next day and night, in addition to taking care of personal needs, Gavin huddled on his two-wheeled carriage and wrote rapidly, progressing very quickly.
In the process, he also made a new small attempt, which was to combine self-hypnosis with elven trance.
The situation was constant at first.
It's not that Gavin entered a trance state in advance, and his compatibility with the magic network was not high, and he fell into a dream in a daze.
Even though he has entered a state of self-hypnosis, his body is still tense and he cannot achieve the purpose of trance rest.
With constant running-in experiments, Gavin believed that the possibility of success was very high, especially as his spiritual consciousness continued to become stronger, this matter was likely to come naturally, and he did not insist on insisting on it now.
The Great Retreat was also full of small situations.
Tethyr has been mired in warlord warfare for many years. The local lords govern themselves, and the level of governance varies.
The situation around Fort Nott, which is more than ten kilometers away, is relatively good. The hobgoblin war group that had besieged the fort was completely defeated by them, and the leadership was wiped out by them. Not to mention organizing a pursuit and harassment team, those defeated troops were gone.
Their flags were all running faster than rabbits, for fear of being hunted again.
As for the other scattered monsters, they either ran away after the arrival of the hobgoblin war group, or they had been stewed in their hanging pots.
But beyond this range, all kinds of monsters and gangs appear everywhere.
If they were just watching from a distance, silently watching the soldiers and civilians of Fort Nott pass by, Zalanda would not pay attention to them.
But if there are any unsightly ones, let alone attacks, even if they are hanging far behind, Zalanda will not hesitate to send out the Nott cavalry to completely defeat them, and some will even kill them. When they clear the way, Zalanda will
After a carriage was hung with various monsters and gangsters' heads, such unwise attempts were significantly reduced.
At this time, their first destination, Kami Village, was about to arrive.
At this point, the trajectory of history, at least Gavin's personal trajectory, has undergone a major deflection.
Without the hobgoblin pursuers, Roang and Oster also had no chance to make small moves. Gavin never saw them face to face along the way.
They were also huddled in their luxury carriages. Apart from solving personal physiological problems, they easily kept their heads hidden and had no idea what they were planning. Gavin had no intention of caring about them. Anyway, he made up his mind to help Zalan before leaving.
Let's remove this stumbling block.
"Master Gavin, Master Gavin, the captain asked me to invite you over." The boy who had previously carried Gavin's gift rode a pony and quickly ran to the side of Gavin's carriage.
This half-grown boy named Darren is an orphan who was adopted by Zalanda in the militia.
The reason why Gavin deliberately inquired about this boy's name was because he discovered that this boy indeed had more willpower than he imagined. Ever since he mentioned it casually, he had kept what he said in mind, even on the way to retreat.
He was not idle either, riding a pony, running forward and back to help, or taking time to practice swordsmanship and spear skills. On several occasions, he even followed the cavalry, waving flags and shouting, and helping to strengthen their strength.
His approach even inspired the other half-grown children in the entire Nottburg team, and he was obviously the king of children among them.
The amount of training is just an imaginary number. With such enthusiasm and enthusiasm, as long as you persist, it will be difficult not to achieve certain achievements. Naturally, it deserves Gavin's attention. After all, this child is probably one of Zalanda's most loyal team members.
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"Do you know what happened?" Gavin came out and asked. He knew that there must be a more serious problem ahead. The team had stopped moving for a while, and now was not a good time.