8mi Chapter 18 Add some spice?
Chapter 18 Add some spice?
Gudu, Gudu.
A huge pot of soup was bubbling, with a grayish slurry churning inside.
The chubby goblin cook scooped a little food from the pot with a large wooden spoon, blew on it to cool it, and then put it in his mouth. He smacked his lips and nodded.
"Pooh."
The wicked fellow spat the food back into the pot.
Looking around and seeing no one, the fat goblin pulled out a chicken leg that had been gnawed twice from his crotch, bit off a piece of meat, and chewed it with his mouth full of oil.
He quickly finished the rest of the chicken leg, looked at the bare bones, and then at the meager broth in the pot.
"Come on, add some spice, you little rascals."
As he spoke, the chubby boy threw the chicken bones into the pot.
"Hey kid, keep an eye on the fire." He wiped his mouth and shouted to the little goblin in the kitchen. "Don't let it burn. Boss Bear's going out to rob someone today, and we need to feed those little minions. Otherwise, the robbery won't be fun, and Boss Bear will hold you responsible!"
"Okay...alright," the little goblin replied, picking through the liver vegetables, sweating profusely. This little troublemaker did most of the work in the kitchen. The sly one was basically a hands-off manager.
The chubby boy walked past the little goblin, not forgetting to give him a hard whack on the head.
"Ouch!"
"Hehe." The chubby boy walked out of the kitchen as if no one else was there, his big belly bulging, looking smug.
As the chubby boy walked away, the little goblin gave him a rude gesture from behind.
In the corner of the kitchen, outside the makeshift vent, a toad's bulging eyes peered into everything inside.
An invisible hand picked up a bottle and, trembling, handed it over through the vent's railing.
The bottle hovered in the air and flew towards the pot.
Five meters, four meters...
"You damn fatso, you wait, I'll push you into the pot and cook you, you motherfucker Gnubiye."
The little goblin walked over, grumbling and cursing.
Hey! Wait a minute!
Gebu peered through the little toad's eyes, his heart tightening. He hoped they wouldn't find out!
He quickly lifted the bottle into the air. The little goblin, cursing as he carried a huge pile of wild vegetables, his small body hidden under the mountain of vegetables, didn't even notice the bottle floating in mid-air, passing beneath him.
The little goblin threw a bunch of vegetables on the ground, then, in a fit of pique, broke them in half with his knee and threw them into the pot.
The bottle flew two meters above the little goblin's head, at the edge of the toad's field of vision—the Wizard's Hand is great in every way, but it can't be used outside of sight.
Hurry! Quickly! Gebu was extremely anxious. The chubby boy had returned sometime earlier, and if he looked up and saw the medicine bottle, things would be in trouble.
The little goblin worked slowly and dawdled. After doing a couple of things, he got bored and sat down on the ground, looking around.
His gaze darted around, then landed on the toad outside the window.
Geb was startled. Had he been discovered?
The little goblin walked towards the window.
"Don't move, don't move, I'm just a toad," Geb told himself.
The summoned creature is currently in normal toad mode, and the little goblin doesn't seem to be doing anything special.
"What are you looking at?" the little goblin said to the toad through the window. "Do you want me to boil you?"
"Are you crazy?" Gebu thought to himself. "Are you bored, kid?"
Now was an opportunity. He used the toad to manipulate the wizard's hand, and through the goblin, opened the seal on the potion in mid-air, moving closer to the cauldron.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, you big toad!" The little goblin picked up a piece of vegetable scrap and threw it at his summoned creature.
pat.
The vegetable scraps hit the toad on the forehead. Gebu and his magical pet shared vision and instinctively dodged, their hands trembling.
Clang! The bottle hit the edge of the large rim, making a crisp sound!
"Hmm?" The little goblin turned its head when it heard the voice.
"Ah ...
The sound pierced through the clouds.
"Fuck Gnubiye!" The little goblin exclaimed in surprise and sat down on the ground.
In the commotion, the entire potion bottle fell into the pot. It sank to the bottom with a gurgling sound. Gebu tried to retrieve it with his Wizard's Hand, but the invisible magic vanished instantly upon contact with the boiling water.
"What are you yelling about?!" The kitchen door slammed open, and Nian'er Huai stormed in with a furious expression.
"This toad...can talk!" the little goblin exclaimed in alarm.
"What toad?!" Nian'er glared at the little goblin.
The boy turned to look out the window, but the toad had already vanished.
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White smoke billowed, and the tent was filled with the pungent smell of burning mugwort.
"Cough, cough..." The female bear goblin coughed twice, covering her mouth, her eyes stinging from the smoke.
Gurgle.
The tanned lamb knuckle bones bounced twice on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove). All three lamb knuckle bones were belly up.
The old shaman frowned, his deeply lined face showing a serious expression.
Glug, glug.
He lost twice more. With each divination, the old goblin's expression grew increasingly distressed, as if he were constipated.
Unable to stand the smoke and fire, Xiong Laoda stood up impatiently and asked loudly.
"Hey, old shaman, how's it going? Are we going to the robbery this time or not?"
"Shh! Don't disturb the gods!"
The old shaman said sternly, his eyes never leaving the sheep's leg.
The bear boss coughed twice. This huge bear goblin was actually silenced by the old shaman's words. He didn't say a word, turned around twice, and sat back down awkwardly.
The old goblin shakily picked up the goat's knuckle, spat on his hands, and then rubbed the small joints together.
"Magnubie, no god is more despicable than you, no god is more treacherous than you... I beg you to bless your loyal servant. If you grant my request this time, next time I will offer you a few lively little goblins."
The old shaman held the sheep knucklebone in his hand and shook it left and right, up and down, while his head shook like a rattle-drum, making incoherent noises.
Xiong Laoda stared nervously at the old shaman's hands.
Splash, gurgle.
Boss Xiong jumped up, nearly overturning the old shaman's table.
"How is it?"
The old shaman quickly put the sheep knucklebone on the table into his hand, then looked at the bear goblin's anxious face, thought for a moment, and slowly said.
"Magnubie blesses you, Boss Bear! This robbery is sure to be a resounding success!"
"Good! You're the best, old shaman. I knew you were reliable." Boss Xiong patted the old shaman on the back with a hearty thud—the old shaman staggered, coughed, and almost fell to the ground.
"...Cough." The old goblin forced himself to cough and gave the bear boss a thumbs up.
"My little ones, have you eaten and drunk your fill? Ready to set off! Magnubiye has blessed us! We will surely succeed today! Let's burn, kill, and plunder!" The bear goblin walked out of the old shaman's tent in high spirits, the curtain opening and closing, bringing out a puff of white smoke.
"Burn, kill, loot!"
"Screw him!"
The goblins made a racket outside the tent.
The old shaman rubbed his aching back, grimacing. Looking around to make sure no one was beside him, he muttered to himself:
"This is weird... Why is today so unlucky?"
He opened his hands and looked at the sheep-shaped divination stick that had predicted great misfortune five times in a row.
Just as the old shaman was feeling down, the chubby boy Geblin's thumping footsteps came from afar and burst into his tent.
"Old Shaman, I...I..." Nian'erhuai gasped for breath.
"Speak properly!" the old shaman said irritably.
"I saw...I saw Gebta..."
"What happened to Gebu?"
"He stole the herbs!!!"