NABC Chapter 21 Red Missile
Chapter 21 Red Missile
The enclosure was made of simple wooden stakes and divided into five squares according to the types of wild animals kept there. The two largest areas were where the giant hyenas lived—whenever the goblins needed to clean up the waste (food scraps, feces, etc.) in the enclosure, they would drive the giant hyenas to one of the areas to separate them.
No one dares to stay in the same enclosure as the giant hyena, not even the bear boss, let alone "Sneaky".
"Giggle, giggle—"
The giant hyena laughed at the chubby goblin through the fence. For a wild animal, the giant hyena was quite talkative.
Right now, they are saying to each other:
"Hehehe, look at that little fat pig, it's such a tender piece of white meat!"
"Meat like this tastes best with garlic!"
"We hope Boss Xiong will give him to us as a gift, hehehe."
The giant hyena paced around the fence, sticking its nose into the gaps and frantically sniffing the scent of goblin fat.
"May Magnubiye protect me..." the wicked boy murmured to himself. He hoped the padlock on the gate would hold, or he would be doomed.
Today was truly a nightmare!
I personally placed the packet of starflower grass that I got from Unhappy by Gebu's bedside, and just five minutes after I left, it turned into dog liver!
Could it be that I really made a mistake? Did I frame Gebu by mistaking dog liver greens for medicinal herbs, and then pour starflower into the pot?
No way! That's unreasonable!
The chubby boy was completely baffled, and his goblin worldview was severely impacted.
He tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead. He couldn't even go to the homeless market, and he also lost his lucrative job as a cook.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He stuck the wooden shovel into the pile of excrement and wiped the sweat from his face.
If he gets angry, he can kill Gebu. Once the old shaman calms down, he'll get himself back eventually. After all, in the Broken Tooth tribe, clever goblins are extremely rare.
Gold shines even in a pile of dung...
The chubby boy glanced at the mountain of hyena feces in front of him and couldn't help but gag.
These guys... what did they eat... it stinks horribly. He frowned, then suddenly paused, startled.
As the sun set, the twilight glow warmed the dung heap, and amidst that mountain of excrement, something shiny caught the eye of the wicked man.
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Forty minutes ago...
Gebu carefully pried open the stamens of the albino rose and used his fingertips to remove the honey fly eggs from the stamens.
Be careful not to break it.
He put the extracted insect eggs into a jar of water. The tiny, round eggs floated on the surface, densely packed together, looking rather eerie.
Some of the insect eggs sank to the bottom of the water—these were already dead and therefore unacceptable.
Okay, that's about enough. Gebu rubbed his eyes; he'd been staring at the little thing for over an hour, and his eyes were tired. He hoped the medicine would work!
The little goblin carefully skimmed the qualified insect eggs from the water's surface, placed them in a stone mortar, added half a pinch of coarse salt and a spoonful of the female toad's saliva (Do magical pets have male and female forms? Who knows? I figured she was female, so she must be female). While grinding, it added water.
Swoosh, swoosh.
The pestle and the bowl collided, crushing the insect eggs and producing a fine, grinding sound.
After five minutes, a light pink liquid appeared in the bowl.
Geb carefully poured the liquid into a small bottle, then added lemongrass and pearl powder, and shook it well.
Has it settled?
Gebu recalled the production steps explained in the Book of Sand.
A minute passed.
Five minutes passed.
The slurry gradually separates into layers: white grease floats on top, pale pink liquid is in the middle, and turbid red sediment is at the bottom.
Skim off the oil and sift out the sediment.
What's left?
Yes, it's that magical potion.
Animal aphrodisiacs
Geb admired his masterpiece in the sunlight. At that moment, not a single trace of regret flashed through his mind regarding what he was about to do.
You're cunning and wicked; if you're unkind, don't blame Gebu for being unjust.
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The chubby boy used a wooden shovel to scoop up the shiny thing.
It's a small glass bottle.
Nian'er scratched his head. Glass was quite rare in the goblin camp; he had only ever seen it on the old shaman's medicine shelf.
How did it end up in the dung heap? What a waste.
The chubby boy pinched the mouth of the glass bottle with his fingers, picked it up, rolled it in the dirt on the ground to wipe off the stains, and then looked at it in front of his eyes.
There was still a little pink liquid left in the glass bottle, and it smelled strange.
The chubby boy felt a little lightheaded; this stuff smelled so good. He felt a warm sensation spreading from his nostrils throughout his body.
He looked around, then stuck the small bottle in his crotch...
"Croak!"
"Huh?!" The chubby boy was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a large gray toad looking at him from the fence.
"You scared me to death." The wicked man breathed a sigh of relief and gave the giant toad the middle finger.
At that moment, a goblin figure appeared behind the toad, its back to the setting sun and against the light.
The shadow stretched long, obscuring the wilted, tiny, and deformed body.
"Who?!"
"Who do you think it is?" Geb's voice came from the shadow.
Nian'er squinted at the newcomer, then suddenly his expression changed.
"It's you, kid?!"
"It's me, Lao Tzu."
"You traitor! What have humans given you in return?!"
"Humans? Ha, don't make me laugh. You think you need human help to deal with a few goblins?" Geb chuckled disdainfully, revealing a goblin grin with canine teeth.
"You're just a goblin too, what's so great about you!" The chubby boy was stubborn, but his body language betrayed him; he backed away as he spoke, his legs trembling. "When you're in a bad mood, come over here and I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, if I were you, what I would do right now is to obediently beg for mercy. That way, I might take pity on you and give you a quick death."
"I, Gebu, have no grudges against you..."
"Keep that in the dark, Fatty," Geb interrupted the fat goblin without hesitation.
His wicked gaze visibly unfocused—he seemed to realize that the guy in front of him was no longer a little goblin he could manipulate at will… his schemes and tricks were child's play to him.
They messed with the wrong person! The goblin's survival instinct kicked in instantly.
The chubby boy turned and ran towards the gate of the fence. He slammed into the wooden gate with a loud crash, but the gate didn't budge. The chubby boy grimaced in pain.
Geb didn't make a move, but just watched with interest as the fat goblin struggled in the pen, like watching a little pig trying to escape its fate of being slaughtered.
"Help...help me!"
"If I were you, I would shut my mouth. Look, you've excited those hyenas."
The chubby boy looked in horror at the partition between the animal pens—the hyenas were drooling, their noses twitching wildly, staring intently in his direction with a chilling desire in their eyes.
Geb raised his hand, and an invisible wizard's hand lifted the iron chains on the animal pen partition...
"No...no...Gebu...spare me, spare me! I'll do anything you want, please don't, please don't!"
"Don't back down to me! You should use that trick on the hyena dads—come on, stick your ass out."
The hyenas seemed to know what was happening, and instead of rushing forward, they patiently waited for the iron chains to lift, fly away, and then fall back down.
They strolled in one by one from the neighboring animal pen, staring intently at the little fat boy's chubby bottom.
Gebu chuckled, picked up "Big Eyes," and petted the toad like a cat. He watched everything unfold with great interest.
"Giggle, giggle."
The red missile is ready to launch; the missile silo has been opened.
A red missile rises from the missile silo.
The red missile revealed its spiked flanks.
The red missile is aimed at the crater on the white moon!
emission!
The screams of a pig being slaughtered came from the animal pen.
"Giggle giggle!"