Pneumatic cars come and go, and the prices offered by the goblins are getting lower and lower each time.

Only when a temporary order is received or a goblin is injured or disabled while working, the mage will send someone to replenish some consumables.

The longer the delay, the less likely it is that the next aerodynamic car will come.

Finally, even 10 buckwheat can hire a goblin for a day.

There are many young goblins who have not persisted, saying that it is not necessary, and there are too few.

But it still couldn't stop the goblin who was about to starve to death from getting into the mage's car.

The fairies who are not yet extremely hungry can wait until tomorrow.

But those goblins who are likely to starve to death if they don't have food today can no longer afford to wait.

The fairies' bottom line is constantly being given up by themselves.

In a sense, goblins are persecuting their own kind.

If all the fairies grit their teeth and persist, the mage can only recruit 10 fairies with 3 belts of buckwheat.

However, in this case, it will definitely be the youngest goblins who get the jobs.

Were the old goblins at fault?

Nothing wrong either.

They just want to survive.

The master mage was proud of his ingenuity. He just used a little trick to save a fortune in buckwheat.

He easily turned the salary conflict between himself and the goblin into a conflict between the young goblin and the old goblin.

While the young goblin hates the old goblin, it is difficult to realize that if the status quo does not change, one day the young goblin will turn into an old goblin.

Scenes like this happen every day in Sanhe District.

The prosperity of the tower is stained with the blood of fairies.

Every Titan coin owned by Master Mage is made of goblin flesh and blood.

The sun slowly moved across the sky, getting closer and closer to the top of the Sanhe District.

The eyes of the fairies looking at the road became more hollow and desperate.

Snap.

An old goblin lay down and let the warm sunlight shine into his eyes so that his heavy eyelids could close.

Snap, snap.

More and more goblins lie down and close their eyes.

Some eyes are closed and can be opened again tomorrow.

Some eyes are closed and cannot be opened again.

"It's all gone."

An old goblin said:

"It's time, there won't be any pneumatic cars coming."

The goblins numbly began to sit and lie down, looking at the sun idly, enduring their physical weakness.

They haven't dispersed, they are still waiting...

Although they know that there is a high probability that they will not be able to wait.

But they have no choice.

If nothing goes wrong and they don't starve to death, they will wait like this until tomorrow morning and squeeze into the pile of goblins selling themselves at a low price again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Dong dong dong!"

A goblin lying on the ground moved his ears. He raised his ears and listened carefully.

“One dong, two dong, three dong.

It’s coming! It’s coming! Grandpa Ke Ruoke is here.”

The goblin stood up, patted the shoulders of the companions around him, and excitedly told his companions what he had discovered.

The same scene kept playing out among the goblins. The originally dead goblins gradually began to come to life.

There were a few goblins who didn't know the situation, but they quickly understood it with the explanations from other goblins.

Two names are constantly mentioned in the goblin's word of mouth: Ke Ruo Ke, Hope Goblin Caravan!

Here comes hope!

There was no organizer, and there was no goblin call. Goblins, you pulled me, and I supported him, heading in the same direction.

If you look at it from the sky, you can clearly see that all the fairies are gathering towards one place.

The Garbage Valley in the Sanhe District is the dirtiest place in the entire Brilade City. Except for goblins, no other creature wants to come near this place.

But this place is the holy land of the fairies of Brilade City.

Without him, wherever the saints are, it is a holy place.

Ke Ruoke stood on a stand, surrounded by piles of golden potatoes that were almost glowing.

Around him, the goblins formed a circle, their eyes shining with light.

"Don't crowd me! I brought a lot of food this time, there's enough for everyone!"

Ke Ruoke waved her hands and shouted loudly.

But he didn't actually need to shout.

The moment the goblins saw Keruoke's gesture, they quickly dispersed and formed an orderly queue.

But Ruoke didn't bring the fairies from the Hope Fairy Caravan this time, but he wasn't worried about the lack of manpower at all.

All the fairies in the Garbage Valley were willingly commanded by him.

He randomly ordered four goblins to help him distribute the potatoes.

The fairy who was clicked seemed to have received some sacred mission, and stood beside Keruoke with an expression of glory and pride.

"Uncle Ke Ruoke!"

From the garbage valley, a trembling old goblin walked over with the support of two other young goblins.

His name is Joe Butt. He is very old and has long been unable to work in the factory.

Fortunately, when he was young, with the help of Ke Ruoke, he became the administrator of the Garbage Valley, so he could barely survive.

Ke Ruoke saw him and shouted very happily:

"Little Joe Butt! Oh, it's a good thing you're still alive.

Come! Come! Come! Eat some potatoes!"

Ke Ruoke grabbed a big potato, jumped off the table, and tried to stuff it into little Joe Butt's arms.

Joe Butt shook his head and pushed the potato away.

He said with tears in his eyes:

"Uncle Ruoke, I've been dying for a long time. I'm just holding on and want to say thank you.

In the past ten years, the goblins of Brilade City have received too many favors from you.

I don’t know how many of our generation depend on you for their survival.

Grandpa Ke Ruoke, I..."

Jobut choked and said:

"Grandpa Ruoke, we haven't done a thing for you."

Qiaobut burst into tears and threw himself into Keruoke's arms, saying:

"Uncle Ke Ruoke, from the first batch of goblins, I am the only one left now.

Lamo, Tanruo, Orpheus... they are all dead.

Before they died, they held my hand and asked me to help them say thank you.

If you haven't come yet, I don't dare to die.

It's thanks to you that we have survived these many years.

Thank you, Uncle Ke Ruoke, thank you!"

Ke Ruoke hugged Qiao Bute and patted Qiao Butt's back gently, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

When he was still a level 4 trader elf, he had a lifespan of nearly 50 years.
To be continued...