Murkfang didn't see the harm in letting Byung attempt to heal him but this was fascinating as such a feat had never been recorded by a goblin before.
Not all goblins had access to medicine as the reproduction of younger goblins took priority over sustaining the old.
Murkfang followed Byung to a more private location but he was surprised that they hadn't met any other goblins, showing that Byung had scouted the place prior.
"This one is strange…" Murkfang thought to himself, seated on a rock carved in the form of a chair.
Byung went into the bush to search for something revealed to be marshmallow roots.
Murkfang was skeptical about this as he watched Byung religiously grind it down.
"Medicine!? That is impossible," Murkfang thought to himself because there was no way for Byung to acquire this knowledge.
"Here, drink this," Byunh said, giving him a wooden cup with the ground roots mixed in water.
"I come here sometimes when the noise is too much," Byung could tell Murkfang had questions.
Murkfang stared at the cup to which Byung sighed.
He realized Murkfang was suspicious about this entire thing and this prompted him to take a sip out of the cup to show Murkfang it was safe to consume.
"See? It is not contaminated," Byung responded.
Murkfang just looked at the cup in Byung's hands before looking at Byung.
This wasn't the look of someone with ill intentions.
He took the cup and gulped it all down expecting it to be bitter but to his utmost surprise, it wasn't.
"I know right," Byung responded upon noticing his dilated pupils.
"I-It is sweet?" Murkfang couldn't hide his surprise.
"You see? Here is some more," Byung handed him a wooden bottle with even more of this.
"These crafts… He made them himself…" Murkfang thought.
Murkfang couldn't believe a goblin only a couple of months old could do all of this.
This shouldn't be possible without any prior knowledge.
First, it was the medicine and now it was this, what was next?
Murkfang had his suspicions before but seeing this in person confirmed everything.
This goblin was a genius.
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Gribnox was having the time of his life, he had no care in the world and the fact that even the ugliest of women looked pretty to them meant this location was a hotspot for prostitutes that were heinous by every sense of the word.
But even they rarely lay with goblins because of the death sentence that followed conceiving their child.
Not only that but goblins were known for their aggression in bed that oftentimes resulted in weaker races fracturing or breaking their bones in the act.
Gribnox had to pay a lot of money and even with that, he wasn't allowed to touch the hunched-back orc.
She was naked but this was all he needed to get off and Gribnox began to jerk off to the deformed Orc in front of him.
The Orc was flattered that anyone was able to get it up to begin with; let alone jerk off to her and before she knew it.
She was covered in white fluid, It flowed like a stream and drenched her in semen.
Gribnox was grateful for Murkfang otherwise he wouldn't be able to get off even though he was paying almost triple what any average person would have to pay despite the ladies here being a lot worse than the average brothel.
Gribnox didn't care and was on his way as soon as his balls were empty.
He wondered why Murkfang was so taken with the new goblin and rejected coming with him.
Unlike Murkfang, Gribnox was on the fat side and Murkfang had a way of persuading these ladies to allow penetration, a skill he didn't possess.
"I feel light on my feet," Gribnox muttered despite clearly being out of breath to show this statement wasn't true.
But who cared? All he could think about was the next way to release his load and who could blame him? There was nothing else to do in this world other than this.
Gribnox returned to his location and was greeted by the lower goblins.
"You have returned, Baron Gribnox!" A goblin said and before long.
He could tell the energy was different here, the goblins working under him were at a standstill.
No one was working anymore and there was only one reason such a thing could happen.
One of the higher-ups had come to pay a visit, this was the goblin that held power over the western province.
Once again, Gribnox was not a great communicator or negotiator so naturally, he was nervous especially since the goblin he was meeting was known to be ruthless.
"He must be here due to the slow production," Gribnox thought to himself, praying that Murkfang was present.
This goblin here wasn't feared simply because of his power but the fact that he was one of the few goblins who had experience in actual combat.
In his youth, he served as a soldier for hire to satisfy his violent side. There were goblins dominated by lust like him but there were a few abnormalities dominated by violence like the one there.
They were opposites and Gribnox knew meeting him was a recipe for disaster but he had no choice.
He stepped into the wooden structure that served as a house but it had been downgraded since the last time he was here.
They usually gave notice so this was out of the ordinary but it also showed it was important.
Gribnox walked into the building, trying his best to remain as composed as he could but the moment he walked in, he tripped over himself and landed head-first into the ground right before spinning around like a ball in a comedic fashion.
The goblin seated within came alone, he needed no security because he was one of the strongest and was directly responsible for training the next generation of soldiers.
This was why the sight of Gribnox disgusted him, he wasn't just out-of-shape but sex was the only thing he cared about.
"W-Welcome… Mogul," Gribnox muttered under his breath, breathing heavily with his head to the ground, not daring to look up.