"The Level 0 trick is smoky." Michael observed the goblin's blackened face, "But it has been treated."
"It's my fault..." Annan apologized, "I wanted to recruit you, but due to some circumstances I couldn't do it myself, so I had to entrust others."
He couldn't blame Michael and Flora for helping.
Annan's proactive admission of his mistake made the smart goblin feel relieved a lot, but he firmly refused to recruit: "Maybe you are different from other humans, but we will not accept recruitment."
The dirty-faced goblin also said: "We goblins will never fight for humans!"
"It's not fighting, it's making." Annan corrected their misunderstanding.
“What is manufacturing?”
"What is it made of?"
The two goblins asked at the same time.
"I want to improve the spinning wheel and need help. I know that goblins are very smart and are best at dealing with machines."
The dirty-faced goblin puffed up his thin chest in response to the compliment: "This human seems to be very sensible, we can help him!"
"Have you forgotten who made you huddle in your lair and cry all day long?" The smart goblin shut up his unsteady companion and said to Annan: "I'm sorry, we won't help humans do anything."
"You guys have contact with human caravans, right?" Annan asked.
"The caravan is different..."
"That's not what I'm talking about. You always have to buy supplies with the caravan. Do you have enough money?" Annan looked at the dirty leather armor and sharpened wooden spears of the two goblins and said, "I will pay the reward."
"How many?"
The eyes of the smart goblin suddenly exuded a lust similar to that of the blue dragon.
"Not sure yet...but it should not be less than a few dozen gold coins."
"real?"
"real."
Annan was ready to waste his words and even go back to the lair with the goblin to persuade him, but the smart goblin agreed to him very happily: "I'll go with you! But I have to talk to my companions first."
"We'll wait for you here."
The smart goblin pulled a dirty face into the thatched hut and muttered: "Go back and tell the tribe that I followed the humans to see the outside world. Don't say that humans took me away, and don't say that humans promised to pay me. If humans take advantage of
Kill me when you're done. Asking for reward will bring disaster to the tribe. But if the tribe is really short of money... just tell the caravans about this."
"Remember?"
"Remember." The dirty-faced goblin realized that his companion was leaving and pulled his tattered leather armor: "I don't want you to leave..."
"Humans won't let me stay..."
The clever goblin took off his companion's hand, got out of the thatched hut, looked longingly into the depths of the forest, returned to the carriage, raised his head and said, "I'm ready."
Annan looked at the goblin walking forward: "Do you want to walk to Breeze City?"
"Will you let me get in the car?" the smart goblin asked strangely.
"Why don't you want to..." Annan looked at Michael and said after getting permission: "Come up."
The goblin climbed into the carriage flattered to avoid leaving traces of dirt on the clean blanket.
The wizard's tower carriage without a driver turned around and took them back to Breeze City.
The wise man huddled in the corner by the car door, not even looking back at his companion standing at the intersection.
This cowardice makes this smart goblin seem no different from an ordinary goblin.
"What's your name?" Annan asked it.
"My name is Dole."
"He is Michael and I am Annan."
Annan used words to ease the goblin's timidity: "Michael said that goblins are just like warlocks who have a talent for casting spells. You also have a talent for machines, right?"
Talking about the advantages of the tribe, Dora proudly raised his head that had been lowered since getting in the car: "We do have extraordinary talents in machines. Even if you bring Dora here, you can complete the machine you want."
"Then why do you still use such primitive wooden spears?"
The goblin's droopy broad ears almost stood up, although it heard that Annan was just asking rather than belittling: "Weapons are not machines!"
Annan didn't say anything.
The goblins in the backcountry are relatively ignorant. Who knows if the goblins in the south may have already invented such things as muskets, steam engines, and airships.
The smart Dole began to realize that Annan and Michael did not have the same attitude towards it as other humans, and boldly asked: "Will the female mage who attacks us be punished?"
Michael pondered for a moment: "No... Flora came to help me, but she messed up."
"Don't be disappointed." Annan comforted the goblins who felt the gap. "The status of a mage's apprentice is higher than that of many wealthy civilians. In the eyes of the mage, there is no difference between goblins and civilians."
Michael suspected that Annan was retaliating against his previous disparagement of the warlock.
This kind of comfort has no effect on the smart goblin. It knows that the female mage looks down on the lowly goblin.
Annan could only continue to comfort it. Race didn't mean anything. I have seen the noblest goblins and the despicable gods.
"I...god, oh...I...I don't know, I will remember this sentence..." Dole cried and laughed, as if he was crazy.
Annan looked at Michael with an expression of "Isn't the effect great?"
"This is the charm of a warlock." Michael said with a smile, "This is a good sentence to let Bronzebeard know that she may have to keep you drunk all day long."
Dorai, who was encouraged by Annan, did not revert to a noisy goblin, but he was still a lot more active. After eating the food he was given, Dorai enviously asked Annan who was reading: "Can I read it?"
"No, I'm still reading this one." Annan took out a book from the side and handed it to the disappointed goblin: "Can you read this one first? But remember to wipe your hands first."
In addition to books and handkerchiefs, Dorai's gnome's heart was heated and he gratefully accepted them.
On the way back, only Annan was always worried about being attacked. However, when the towering mage tower in Breeze City, but insignificant compared to the snow-capped mountains, appeared on the horizon, even Annan regained his tranquility.
The carriage returned to the Morrowind Tavern without any hindrance.
Annan first signed a contract with Dorai in the guest room on the second floor. Specifically, Dorai would make a spinning machine for Annan, and he would be paid for each Annan made.
This kind of contract only has the legal significance of the Kingdom of Rekaner and is not bound by mysterious power.
After writing their names in common language on the contract and pressing their fingerprints, Annan told Dolay the idea of the spinning jenny.
"You have a goblin head!" Surprised Dorai subconsciously praised, and then said in panic: "I didn't mean that..."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Dorai looked up at Annan blankly: "Don't you feel offended?"
"People here say that goblins are masters of machines. Why would it be offensive to be praised by a master?"
This made the goblin more intoxicated than pure praise, as drunk as ale wine.
