Meanwhile, at the goblin gathering place.
Here, the goblins are celebrating wildly—not for any other reason, but because they managed to get a lot of good stuff from passing teams.
"These pots are so nice, and they just threw them away—humans really are filthy rich!"
"And there's some leftover food from them, it's delicious! I've never eaten anything so good!"
"The racks are great too, just add a bit of straw, and they can be turned into houses."
"If it's always like this, it'd be better if more human teams passed near us!"
"..."
The goblins gathered together, eyes full of longing.
It's so hard for them to survive, so even a little bit of something makes them truly satisfied.
Listening to these conversations, Mills, the Clan Leader of the Goblin Clan, standing aside, felt a deep ache in his heart.
He couldn't understand why, on such a vast Stan Continent, there was no place for the Goblin Clan.
