Accompanied by a jolting sensation under his body, Viscount Robinette, who had fainted, woke up slowly and found himself on the broad back of the captain of the guard.

A second later he let out another ear-piercing scream, because the young nobleman suddenly found himself stripped down to only a pair of...underpants.

"Your Excellency, you are awake." The captain of the guard looked ashamed, "It was your subordinates' poor protection that put you in danger..."

Like the other frustrated guards around him and Viscount Robinette, he was stripped down by the green dwarves until only his underpants were left.

For a Goblin village with almost zero textile technology, the more cloth, something that cannot be produced, the better. If Shi Junjun hadn't covered his eyes and objected to Broccoli, they probably wouldn't have been able to keep this fig leaf.

"Put me down."

After panicking, the young nobleman calmed down and ordered the uneasy captain of the guard to put him back to the ground.

But the moment he touched the ground, he jumped back onto the guard captain's back with a grin on his face.

Stepping on the rough ground with bare feet was like torture to the pampered and delicate soles of this nobleman.

"Where is this?" Viscount Robinette asked despite the pain.

"Still in the nameless forest more than twenty miles south of South Lysieforth, Your Excellency."

The captain of the guard looked bitter.

It is not easy to trek barefoot with a heavy load, not to mention being constantly wary of dangerous monsters that may exist in this forest. It is almost impossible to return to an inhabited village before nightfall.

If something happens to Viscount Robinette due to his poor protection...

He could not imagine how his family members who were still in the South River Fiefdom would be treated in the future.

"Your Excellency, it's late, and we can't make it back to the fief's mansion today." The guard chief hesitated and said, "It's very dangerous here after nightfall. We need to make a fire and set up camp on the spot."

Although it was the only way at the moment, when he said the words, he was already prepared to be rejected, scolded or even insulted.

After all, let such a young aristocrat with the title of Viscount, who is very particular and difficult to serve, sleep naked in the wild...

Others nearby were also echoing the guard chief's suggestion.

"good."

Unexpectedly, Viscount Robinette had no expression on his face and agreed without any hesitation.

The accompanying guards all breathed a sigh of relief, at least now the young noble would not let them wear fig leaves to trouble those goblins in a rush of passion.

The sky quickly darkened, and they all dispersed to collect materials and set up a temporary camp on the spot to prepare for the night. During the process, the guards talked dissatisfiedly about what they had experienced during the day. If it weren't for the viscount whose mind was dominated by his lower body, there was the guard captain Leinha.

If they are extremely cautious, they will definitely not be in such a mess...

Their discussion was not quiet. The captain of the guard used a simple magic to light a bonfire. By the light of the fire, he quietly glanced at Viscount Robinette, who was sitting with his knees in his arms, seemingly looking normal.

As the person who has served the young nobleman the longest among these people, and based on his familiarity with the latter, the third son of the Conrad family should not be as calm as he is now.

But guessing the master's thoughts is not what a person like him should do.

Just why is there a human girl in this inaccessible forest? Why does she have such a treasure? Why do those goblins protect this human who is not of the same race...

With these doubts, the guard captain stayed in front of the bonfire all night. Fortunately, he was not disturbed by monsters that night.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning filtered through the gaps in the leaves, and he was exhausted. When he was about to wake up the others, he was attracted by the rustling noise nearby.

Is it a monster? The captain of the guard was nervous. While preparing to cast the spell, she picked up a strong tree stick and slowly approached in that direction. She pushed aside the bushes and was about to strike with the stick.

And the lifted tree stick suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Reinhardt, kill them."

Who to kill?

The captain of the guard felt that his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak: "Your Excellency..."

"You have a four-year-old daughter. Your wife has just followed you to South Rivers, and your parents are still in the village near the royal capital."

"Your Mightiness......"

"If I cannot return to my fiefdom, or if you dare to go against my will today, you know the consequences of doing so."

There has never been such a moment in my life. It was like the weight of tens of thousands of pounds of boulders. A strong sense of suffocation and powerlessness gradually permeated the whole body, causing this burly man's back, as straight as a gun, to stoop little by little.

The guard captain quietly turned around and walked silently in the direction of the rest of his companions. After a while, wailing, screaming, roaring and begging for mercy began one after another.

Soon the forest returned to silence, with only the faint scent of blood in the air still reminding people of what had happened here before.

After breaking the neck of the last pleading guard, he looked at his hands stained with the blood of his companions and slowly fell to his knees, his eyes dull and his expression numb.

Like an old dog with its back broken and living in isolation.

And Viscount Robinette stood behind him, this young nobleman with bloody fingers and crazy eyes, gritting his teeth and repeating the same name repeatedly:

Long lost...old mother.

Ah sneeze.

Shi Junjun rubbed his nose and wondered who was talking about me.

Now she was temporarily living in the tent that the goblins had robbed. She had to say that the blankets and soft beds of the nobles from the other world were much more comfortable to sleep on than the hay and animal skins of the green dwarves.

After getting dressed, she glanced at her phone. The slightly shaking screen showed the teaching building she was all too familiar with.

There are still five minutes left. If nothing unexpected happens at this distance, the idiot should still have time to sign in.

After opening the tent curtain, Shi Junjun was about to get water to brush his teeth and wash his face, when he saw a pair of bouncing white pants passing in front of him.

She was so shocked that she secretly said that her imagination was not rich enough. It turns out that pants from this other world can also become sperms!

After a moment, she looked at the little green-skinned dwarf whose head popped up from some indescribable position, and she couldn't bear to look at it.

After clearing away almost everything in the camp, the old Goblin village chief spent almost twice as much time taking them around the forest in order to avoid the noble's likely revenge in the future.

After a long detour, we returned to the village.

According to the old village chief, this fiefdom of a noble from another world seems to be in the human settlement to the north of this forest. As the village chief, he cannot tolerate not being more careful.

It turns out that not all humans in other worlds are good people, at least this is the same as her original world.

But in this way, the human society returning to this world will not know what to do...

"Thank you for your help yesterday. If it weren't for the guest, our entire village would have been slaughtered by those human nobles."

At some point, the old goblin wearing a slightly crooked feather hat came to her, his face full of gratitude.

"It's nothing." Shi Junjun came back to his senses and frowned, "What you mean by killing all is..."

"Just like the literal meaning, if you don't come forward, the noble will let his men kill us, and then find out where the village is..." The village chief thought about the language that the adventurer taught him,

“Cut the grass and root out the roots.”

The Goblin Village Chief laughed at himself: "Not all humans can treat foreigners like guests. Although I heard that a long time ago, the King of Humanity had something called a bill, asking humans to treat us as the same ethnic group.

But judging from yesterday’s situation, that bill is no different from rotten wood in the forest.”

Racial Equality Act?

This unusual concept aroused Shi Junjun's curiosity. The nobles who care less about human life than the life of goblins actually exist in the same different world as the racial equality bill?

It sounds really inconsistent.

"But there is still something to trouble our guests." The old Goblin added, "People in the village don't know what use the things they obtained can be used..."

"a piece of cake."

The girl agreed nonchalantly.

"Hey, you can't eat the broccoli!"

"We can't force this - well, it's already broken. Let's do whatever we want."

"I've taught you twelve times, why do you still don't know how to do it?"

Shi Junjun soon discovered that he had underestimated the difficulty of this task.

The goblins' ability to understand was much worse than the worst-case scenario she imagined. Even if she talked and gestured for a long time, the green dwarves were still completely unable to understand and at the same time damaged a considerable part of the trophies.

Teacher Shi Junjun, who felt like he was facing a group of unreasonable and naughty children, sighed, picked up a metal product and patiently explained:

"These are pliers. You can use them to clamp things. You can't eat them. You can't eat them. Say important things three times -"

Broccoli gestured and asked why he had to use pliers when he could pick things up with his hands.

"That's because some things are inconvenient to pick up by hand." Shi Junjun explained weakly.

"Like red-hot coals and thorny thorns in a campfire, these things are inconvenient to pick up by hand, so you have to use pliers."

Broccoli and all the goblins nodded in understanding.

Shi Junjun, who felt a little relieved, couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched the goblins clumsily hold both ends of the pliers, trying to pick up a stone on the ground but failing repeatedly.

Unlike some gathering, fishing and hunting tribes that still exist in her world, although the goblins do not seem to be resistant to using new things, it is necessary for these green dwarfs to know how to use even slightly complex human skills in this world.

Tools appear...

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers among the goblins. The girl looked up and saw Broccoli tremblingly raising the pliers above her head, and the other end of the tool held a pebble.

It seems that teaching them is not difficult to do...

Then she saw Broccoli, who was in high spirits, forcefully cracked the pliers into two pieces.


Chapter completed!