Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 32 Little Gray Crow, Long Shadow

Looking at the yellow-skinned goblin lying in a pool of blood, Gebu took a deep breath.

The "Grumpy Guy" used to be so powerful. He roamed freely in the Broken Tooth tribe, and the little goblins didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Now, he was just a lump of warm, dead flesh, gradually growing cold in the night wind.

Tick.

Blood dripped from the dagger and fell to the ground.

The goblins holding knives turned to look at Geb, who paused for a moment.

These guys were holding weapons and staring straight at Gebu. Gebu felt a chill run down his spine.

"Cruel Magnubiee, heartless Magnubiee, we offer you our sacrifice!"

Thump! The nine goblins knelt down in unison to pay their respects. They knelt readily, but their manners were disorganized and their greetings were a mess.

Some knelt on one knee, some prostrated themselves on the ground, and some knelt and stood at attention to salute. For a moment, it was a chaotic scene of demons dancing wildly, and the scene was somewhat outrageous.

"Uh...you did a good job. Magnubier is very satisfied," Geb said in a rough voice.

Tongtong was the first to raise his head, revealing a simple and honest smile.

"...Now, the gods command you to go back, pack your things, and travel through the night to leave this place as soon as possible!"

"As you command!"

"Okay!"

"Long live Magnubier!"

The goblins scattered like birds and beasts, disappearing into the wheat field in an instant.

Tongtong turned to leave, but then stopped after a moment's thought. He picked up the disgruntled one-handed axe from the ground, walked over, and handed it to Gebu with both hands.

Gebu took the hand axe; the wooden handle was cold and sticky, stained with the blood of his displeasure.

The little goblin looked up into Poopo's eyes. Poopo looked at Geb, his red eyes reflecting Geb's image.

"Gebu, don't poke. Gebu is the boss of poking."

He poked and said, then cheerfully waved his dagger in front of Gebu, blood splattering everywhere and splashing all over Gebu's face.

This guy, if you ignore the fact that he's a serial killer... is actually quite likable.

How to put it? They're like mad dogs wagging their tails at their owners.

"...Go." Gebu wiped the blood from his face and waved to Tongtong.

Tongtong nodded, then turned and ran into the wheat field. A moment later, only Geb remained in the wheat field circle.

Gebu heard them all walk away. He finally breathed a sigh of relief—his heart was pounding!

That's so...so exciting!

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he jumped up, did a forward roll in the air, then a backward roll after landing, and finally rolled around on the ground.

"We won! We won! We finally won!!!"

I'm so unhappy! That clueless guy has become my subordinate! The cunning one... well, I can't go into too much detail, or it won't pass censorship.

Having avenged his great grudge, the petty goblin finally felt a sense of satisfaction. A satisfaction that emanated from every pore of his body!

Although killing Bu Gaoxing so quickly was somewhat contrary to Gebu's original plan—he originally wanted to take advantage of the old shaman's opportunity to balance his two subordinates and use the old shaman to get rid of Bu Gaoxing.

But it's obvious that being unhappy won't give him that chance—he can only play along.

This plan was quite risky, but it succeeded!

In fact, Gebu's time was limited. With Tongtong's help, he infiltrated fourteen goblins—those he chose were all his unhappy confidants, Tongtong's usual subordinates.

When they're unhappy, they like to choose muscular, simple-minded people as their subordinates, making them perfect targets for brainwashing.

Luck favors the prepared mind.

If he were to die of displeasure, the old shaman would surely turn against him—the entire plan was on the fast track, and he didn't have much time left. He had to make thorough preparations for the final battle during these few days at the market.

There are ten goblins in the party, plus four more in the camp.

From this perspective, their numbers are ten to one compared to the old shaman's team, and the enemy also has goblin bears and giant hyenas.

However, numbers are not the most important thing. Having information advantages, having magic, and most importantly, having brains and wisdom are all crucial.

Wisdom is the fulcrum.

Gebu lay on the ground, looking at the night sky. He stretched out his arm and pointed his index finger at the sky.

"Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world."

Wow, I'm so handsome!

After covering his face and playing on the ground for a while, Gebu sat up, panting excitedly.

Okay, let's make a plan. What should we do next?

Phase-one goal: Gather strength for the final battle against the old shaman.

First, learn alchemy;

Meanwhile, obtain alchemical tools and materials at the wanderer's market.

Then, perform the Deep Well Robbery Ritual to obtain the Wizard rank.

Finally, try to break through the bottlenecks, learn spells, and prepare for the final battle.

Can you do it?

Gebu stood up and dusted himself off.

Nonsense! Of course it can be done! This is just the first step!

He looked at the edge of the wheat field, beyond the horizon, at the faint glow of human settlements.

Let alone being the leader of goblins, Goblin could be the leader of humans too!

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After a burst of ambition, Gebu hurried back to the temporary camp at the edge of the forest.

The goblins packed up their makeshift tents and belongings, waiting for Geb's next instructions.

"Listen up, everyone," Gebu commanded the goblins from atop a large rock, "For the next two days, we'll travel at night and rest in hiding during the day, following the edge of the forest until the third day. Then, under cover of night, we'll sneak across the human trails! This way, we'll be both safe and fast!"

The goblins listened intently to Geb, without uttering a word.

"No fires are allowed without my orders. Check the contents of your bags carefully. I won't let anyone who loses anything get away with it!" Gebu said, feigning sternness, then randomly picked a goblin and glared at it fiercely.

The goblin trembled, meekly averting its gaze and looking at its feet, not daring to utter a sound.

"However," Geb softened his tone, "if you do well in the tasks entrusted to you, the gods will not let you down."

He casually pointed to two goblins: "You two, go and retrieve the Unhappy Armor. Back in the tribe, whoever does the best job will get it as a reward."

"Alright!" Ta-da! The two goblins ran towards the riverbank. A moment later, they returned, beaming with joy, carrying a soaking wet suit of armor.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Gebu cleared his throat.

"Gebu Squad, move out!"

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A group of small figures, carrying large backpacks, walked through the treetops.

Night fades into day, and the rising sun sets behind the mountains.

One night, one day, one night, and another day.

Weary birds return to the forest.

As evening fell on the second day, the goblins awoke from their hiding places at the edge of the forest. They had become accustomed to a nocturnal lifestyle.

That night, they would leave the forest, cross human territory, and head to the Wanderers' Market—the only underground black market around the kingdom's forest where the Broken Tooth tribe was located, a market that welcomed humanoids.

Geb woke up from his meditation, took off the eye patch made of rat skin, and rubbed his eyes.

He had already broken through all the barriers before obtaining the wizard level. In the meditation world, he did not practice magic, but instead read books continuously.

For a while, I was busy forming my own "Gebu Squad" and didn't have much time to read during the day.

Gebu discovered that he could use meditation to steal time to read books—this way he could both rest and keep up with his studies.

It's just a bit mentally tiring... But I'll take it easy, since the knowledge will eventually be in my own head.

What books has Gebu been reading these past few days? He searched the Great Book Cave for two keywords:

The first one is [Alchemy]

The Book of Sand recommended to him: *The Super Guide to Alchemy: Turning Stone into Gold at a Glance*

This book may have a slightly cheesy title, but it's packed with useful information. Unlike the herbalism book, this one doesn't focus on theory; instead, it starts by identifying minerals and teaches you how to refine gold step by step.

It's practical, really practical... it's so practical!

The second keyword is "Kingdom Underground Organization".

Why search for this term? Because the Wanderers' Market was established by an underground human gang called the "Grey Ravens."

Legend has it that this gang controls the entire kingdom's black market, which is why they welcome humanoid races to trade with them—they don't care where the gold coins come from; as long as there are gold coins, they can open their doors to do business.

Gebu has very little understanding of human society, and he needs to brush up on his knowledge if he wants to benefit from the market.

Otherwise, you'll be taken for a fool and scammed.

Gebu doesn't want to become a poking hole.

In a last-minute cramming session, the Book of Sand recommended "Shadow of the Grey Ravens: A Chronicle of Crime in the Kingdom" to Geb... This book is quite remarkable; it's a memoir written by a halfling thief who left the Grey Ravens.

The book was brilliantly written, depicting a complex and intricate underground world—its style was witty and humorous, like an adventure novel. Gebu read it with great interest.

The very first sentence of this book is:

"Little gray crow, long shadow."

"This is the code used by members of the Gray Raven Society to recognize each other. If you can answer this question, the other person will know that you are in the underworld and can get special benefits—when they backstab you, they will stab you more accurately and make your death less painful."

"If you're bold enough, or smart enough—preferably both—then perhaps you can make a name for yourself in the Gray Ravens."

"Welcome to the underworld of the Holy Kingdom of Kane."