When she woke up the next morning, Sean heard a faint breathing sound from outside the door.

"Who is outside?" he shouted, and Wednesday's figure walked in from outside the door, "Master, it's me, brothers are ready to work."

Sean was happy at first, and this little thing really came back to life. He nodded indifferently and suddenly opened his eyes in surprise. Can you speak?

"Yes, I'll talk on Wednesday."

Sean was speechless. He always thought that the short goblins were mute. "Then why didn't you talk before?"

On Wednesday, I spread my hands and said nothing, but the meaning seemed to be self-evident, ‘I don’t know you very well’.

Sean felt that if the short goblin really had some supernatural ability, it must be this ability to express inner thoughts through a simple action.

He nodded, "Okay, then we are familiar with each other now?"

A shrugged Wednesday.

"Ha, then that's it."

Breakfast was oatmeal, toast and a piece of marinated meat.

Sean was eating and was worried. Today, there were many things to do. The first thing was to clean up the titans in the basement. The thing was smelly and the longer it was left, the less we could do it.

Until now, the stench on the monster and the images like a mountain of meat after its death are still vivid in my mind.

Then he had to summon a few short goblins to fill in the dead vacancies. Considering the side of the intelligent creatures revealed on Wednesday, he decided to hold a funeral for the few short goblins who died.

In addition, he also needs to determine the next summoning plan.

He was not going to summon the treasure-stealing goblin anymore. If another giant goblin appeared, he was not sure whether he could be safe or not.

Moreover, yesterday's battle made him realize a problem. His current combat power is still too weak. Perhaps it is time to find a way to improve his personal strength.

He has a rough plan at present, but he still needs to consider it carefully.

After breakfast, he came to the basement door again and lifted the lid. Before he could wait, the stench that came to his face made Sean close the lid again.

The giant goblin must have carried a large amount of bacteria, so that it still rots rapidly in this cold environment, emitting a strange smell.

Sean didn't think he had the courage to go on. He glanced at Wednesday and nodded immediately, "We can help you clean it up, but it may require more people."

Indeed, that thing weighs at least five hundred to eight hundred pounds, or even more than one thousand pounds. It is still a bit difficult for four short goblins to clean it up.

It just so happens that he also wants to make up for the number of short goblins. So the first thing he does today is to summon three short goblins.

After breakfast, Sean set off with Wednesday and briquettes.

Halfway through the way, coal balls suddenly yelled at the woods in the distance.

Sean stopped, he looked in the direction of the roaring coal balls, and saw a black figure from afar.

It was an adult black bear! He was almost certainly the guy who stole the corpse of a kobold.

However, Sean was unexpectedly not panicked. The battle yesterday left a deep impression on him, so now that he felt surprisingly calm when he looked at the black bear who was a little smaller.

He even had time to chew the little apple in his hand, then took out his hunting rifle, assessing the distance between him and the black bear and the probability of hitting, and preparing to shoot when he was close.

He obviously only had one chance to shoot, but strangely, he didn't feel a little panic in his heart, as if this shot would definitely hit him.

But the black bear seemed to sense something. Sean's overly calm attitude scared it. The black bear looked here alertly and stopped.

The man and the bear looked at each other for a moment, and the black bear suddenly turned around and ran away.

"What a pity," Sean murmured to himself and put down his gun, "A good fur coat is gone."

At about nine o'clock, Sean came to the tree hole. Without a pocket watch, he could only estimate the time by the sun and feeling, which made him a little annoyed.

When he was preparing to summon, he had no sense of ease as before, and even felt a little solemn. Everything was ready to stop. Sean glanced at Wednesday, "Is there any big guy in your tribe like yesterday?"

Shawn shook his head Wednesday, which comforted Sean a little.

He opened the book and began to recite the spell, and the hunting rifle was caught under his ribs just in case.

Fortunately, bad luck didn't always bother him, and the three summons went smoothly. Looking at the three new little guys, Sean first fed them a few cakes, and then named them in week as usual.

He also gave a brief speech to the three short goblins, "From today on, you are my subordinates. In addition to me, you also need to obey Wednesday's instructions. It is my housekeeper, I am a generous master. You will soon understand this. Do it well and I will not treat you badly."

Sean's speech was not very dedicated. He had already felt that these short goblins were almost the easiest to instruct, except for being useless. They would not perform very well because of your heart-to-heart talk, but they would not be fooled by your perfunctory work. They were simply tools for having no feelings.

The only difference is that on Wednesday, it stood up with a very stylish look and used a stick to drive its compatriots to make them step up.

Back at the mansion, he immediately directed the group of short goblins to work hard on Wednesday.

Sean did not go to the site to supervise the worker. He was somewhat doubtful whether the seven short goblins could drag out such a big thing intact. The facts proved that he was correct. The short goblins adopted another simpler and more crude method. They used saws to divide the troll's corpse into more than a dozen huge corpses, and then transported them out piece by piece.

They also brought a few wooden barrels down. Sean guessed that it should be used to hold internal organs and body fluids. He tried not to think about the picture below, hid alone in the living room to study the books of the old days, and observed the progress of work through the burly glass of the window.

What surprised and admired him was the calmness they showed on Wednesday, as if they were not a disgusting corpse with stinking air and blood and pus flowing, but just a pile of old furniture.

Under the seemingly weak body of the short goblins, there must be an extremely tough mind - or they are so stupid that they don't even have the fear.

It took a full morning that the bodies were transported to a pit behind the manor and buried in a concentrated manner.

Then the dwarf goblins cleared the traces in the basement again.

After the incident, on Wednesday, he directed a group of short goblins to take a bath in the pond. Sean took the opportunity to go to the basement. The stench could still be clearly smelled, but it had been reduced to a point that could be tolerated. The stone floor was dragged cleanly, which was almost an amazing masterpiece compared to the previous disgusting scene.

When Sean returned to the upper floor, the short goblins also returned to the mansion. Sean found a few old clothes to change the new ones. When other short goblins were changing clothes, they found Sean with something on Wednesday.

"Master, this is your crown."

On Wednesday, a crushed and deformed crown was sent to Sean. This thing must have been stepped on by the giant monster and turned into a pile of twisted metal. The gems on it were also broken. The gold was still valuable, but it was obviously not a treasure.
Chapter completed!