Judging from the description in the book, the short goblin seems to be useless and has no special abilities, but it also minimizes the risk.

It's the most suitable way to practice.

The conditions for summoning dwarf goblins are relatively simple.

[The sun is silent, silent, the cave of the old tree, the cake of the oak tree.]

This Medolian obviously likes to be mysterious, and even the summoning conditions have to be compared before he can stop.

Sean couldn't help but complain in his heart, and he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only figure out the meaning of it by himself.

A day without sun, a day without sun probably refers to a cloudy day.

Silence is easy to understand, and you need to find a quiet place.

The cave of the old tree, just find a tree hole, but how to judge the standards of this old tree?

And what is this Oak Cake?

Sean was a little helpless. This was the disadvantage of being a mysterious person. There were always something that was unsure about.

He thought for a moment and vaguely remembered that there seemed to be something called acorn noodles, a kind of food used to satisfy hunger in the old society in the years of famine.

The so-called oak cake is a cake made of acorn noodles?

I think it's almost done.

Since this place is called Oak Valley, you can always find some acorns. As for tree holes, if you don’t have it, just find a few more.

He took action almost immediately.

Put on a fur coat, carrying a hunting rifle, and hanging a revolver around her waist, Sean wandered leisurely in the valley, looking for tree holes while looking for acorns.

Tree holes are very common in this forest, and the most common ones are rabbit holes. In the shadows under the trees and in the gaps between the roots, you can often see a dark hole in the fist that reaches the school.

However, Sean felt that this kind of hole was not big enough. Although he was not sure how big this short goblin was, he decided to find a bigger tree hole for caution.

After wandering around the valley for half an hour, I finally found a meeting of the requirements under a dead tree. The hole was half a meter wide, and the entrance was blocked by some dead branches and rotten tree roots. It was so dark that it was hard to see the depth. Sean guessed that the tree hole was mostly dug out by wild boars, but for some reason there was no trace of wild boars inside.

This tree is thick enough, it looks very old. The conditions require the "Hole of Old Tree". This tree is still old enough.

Sean used a strip of cloth to make several marks on the branches around the tree trunk so that he would not be able to find them.

The tree holes were found, but no acorns were found. Although this valley was called Oak Valley, strangely there was no oak tree, some of which were only pine trees, spruces, junipers, and some that could not be named.

Sean didn't have a long struggle. Since he couldn't get it, he was going to Nordfordson to buy winter supplies these two days, and he happened to buy them together.

At noon, Sean came to Nordforson.

It is as lively as ever. Before the first snow falls in winter, fur merchants will transport furs as much as possible, transport goods, and conduct transactions.

Nordfordson residents will also store supplies as much as possible, which is related to survival in a winter and cannot be careless.

Some fur merchants are just as a businessman, and transporting supplies to sell them is also a very profitable business.

As a remote mountain town, Nordforson lacks anything, guns, ammunition, hardware and groceries, and even a nail must be bought from outside.

In the past, there were also some industries such as blacksmith shops and linen workshops. However, the traditional craftsmanship of the Nords had no ability to resist Brighton's industrial power. Except for those self-produced and sold agricultural products, game mountain goods, and many daily necessities were transported from outside.

Sean first bought a slow horse.

Originally, he was not going to buy a horse, and it took about an hour to walk from the valley to here. It was not close, but it was acceptable. The most important thing was that he was not very good at serving horses.

However, Sean knew that he had to get out of his comfort zone. In this wild northern mountainous area, it would be more convenient to have a horse.

Then he bought another simple carriage to load the purchased goods.

Winter is coming soon. Once heavy snow falls, it will be difficult to pass through the valley, so sufficient supplies must be accumulated.

Sean bought a lot of oats, barley, and bags of flour. The price of the cereals here is twice as expensive as Brighton, but it is still a small amount of money for Sean.

He also bought a large number of apples, dried mushrooms, onions, garlic, potatoes, cabbage, and peas, which are his main sources of vitamins.

He bought four large pieces of goat cheese, each with more than twenty pounds. He didn't like this kind of food that was full of mutton, but this thing was resistant to storage and had extremely high calorie content, so it could be stored as emergency food.

Four cans of honey, two cans of sugar, and two cans of salt, and white sugar is more expensive than honey.

Of course, various meat products are indispensable. He does not have much confidence in his hunting skills, so he should try his best to hoard them.

Twelve strings of wild boar sausages, forty pounds of smoked venison (he ate a lot on the way back when he came, and the taste was very good), two smoked hams, four live chickens, a wooden bucket of dried meat, a wooden bucket of salted fish, a few cans of lard, and several large pieces of animal fat.

I also want to buy some wine. Sean doesn’t like drinking, but in the cold weather in the north, drinking a little occasionally is a good choice, including honey wine, cider wine, and local specialty Grolang spirits. They are packed in big belly bottles, tied with straw ropes, and there are also Palais wines that are directly packed in oak barrels.

Seeing the abundant food gradually piled up on the carriage, Sean was also full of confidence.

He handed a piece of paper money with a denomination of hardware pounds to the grain merchant and asked casually: "By the way, do you have acorn noodles here?"

"Acorn noodles? Of course there are, and they are very cheap. Do you want to buy this? I would like to remind you that this thing is not delicious."

"It's okay, give me twenty pounds."

The merchant shrugged, filled him with half a bag of acorn noodles in a cloth bag, and charged him an additional silver tucker.

When he was about to leave, Sean suddenly remembered something. He rushed the carriage awkwardly and staggered to the edge of the town. In front of a Nord wooden house, the wooden shed in the yard was hung with furs of rabbits, foxes, goats, otters and wolves.

The old hunter Milok was peeling a goat. The tender mutton radiated white heat in the cold air, and the air was filled with the fishy smell of sheep's blood. Several hunting dogs drooled and watched, and a few were lying in the doghouse basking in the sun. However, their eyes were also looking at the mutton from time to time, but none of them dared to step forward and take a bite.

Sean finally stopped the brown horse. After standing firm, he sniffed and then leisurely gnawed the weeds outside the door.

Sean stuck the brakes and confirmed that the carriage would not run around, so he greeted Milok.

"Hey, good afternoon."
Chapter completed!