Spider Bond: My lord, the little goblins are howling because they have no feed!
Terry: There's wild grass everywhere for them to chew on, and mice and locusts running all over the place. If they can't catch any, that's their problem!
Wright the Snakefolk: My lord, mashing four potatoes isn't enough to feed ten goblins!
Terry: Mashed potatoes, mashed potatoes, how can you have mashed potatoes without dirt?
Kate: Lord Terry, the injured goblins can't walk very fast...
Terry: Just swing the whip fast enough and the goblins will forget all their injuries!
I swear to rescue the goblins from the depths of laziness and protect their right to work. First, I'll let them work for three days and three nights so they can enjoy themselves!
What? The goblins are howling instead of working? Evil forces must be infringing on their right to work. Quick, drive the ghosts out with a whip!
It's only fair for goblins to do the work of draft animals, live in draft-animal stalls, and eat the same wild grass as draft animals, right?
“My lord, all the goblins are constipated from eating grass. They can't poop!”
“Alas, I can't bear to see the goblins go hungry. Have them switch to water hyacinth!”
The two familiars: My lord, why are we hauling all this firewood in the middle of the night?
Terry: Obviously, to bring warmth to the goblin den...
“My lord, what should we do with these dead goblins?”
“What nonsense are you talking about? Those are clearly green-haired ostriches. Take them to the butcher!”
Okay, it's pretty good-looking
There's nothing wrong with it except that the number of words is smaller.
After passing the first few chapters, we get to the point. 😄😄😄😄
Author, why are there no people here?
I promise to resolutely implement the readers' opinions and make the protagonist become a billionaire. Chapter 52 will begin 🤦