"If I want to kill you, you won't have a chance to wake up. Don't worry, you are still useful to me. Before that, just cooperate honestly and I promise to spare your life in the end." Gavin said as he untied the rope on the goblin warlock's feet. As for the one with his hands tied behind his back, he didn't have this idea for the time being. The other party is a warlock who can cast three-ring spells. His professional level is at least level six, so he must be careful. "Follow me closely, don't do anything tricky, and don't leave me within five steps, otherwise I won't guarantee your safety." Gavin didn't intend to communicate too much with the goblin warlock, and turned away. "Yes, yes, yes!" The goblin warlock didn't have any dignity as a spellcaster, and followed Gavin step by step. Whether it was his skinny and thin image or the dense new and old scars on his body, it all showed that his days in the Great Goblin Warband were not easy. The identity of a warlock cannot change the fact that he is a goblin. At best, he has changed from a low-level slave to a high-level slave, but his consumption position is relatively backward. The long-term slave life has worn away all his edges and corners. Just like many slaves that Gavin saw in his previous life, their behavior patterns are all centered around one thing, that is, staying alive. Seeing through the goblin warlock does not mean that Gavin will be soft-hearted and let him go. He is just a new tool for himself. Gavin took the goblin warlock to search through the boxes and cabinets in Nottburg, searching for all kinds of paper all over the world, whether parchment or kraft paper, and finally those leathers that have not been processed and are suitable for writing were not let go. There is no way. Paper is a relatively scarce material in Faerun. It is not that there is no papermaking technology. The elves' papermaking technology is the best in the world. Elf paper is as white as snow, as tough as silk cloth, and astonishingly thin.
The only shortcoming is that they never want to be prolific, because that will destroy their beloved forest. It is also difficult for other races to imitate, because a slightly larger forest is either inhabited by elves, guarded by druids or rangers, or even inhabited by various spirits or monsters. Large-scale logging will have disastrous consequences. At first, Gavin still kept some energy on the goblin warlock, but soon found that there was no need for this at all. He was trained thoroughly by the goblin and was full of servility. Just now, Gavin said that he was not allowed to leave him five steps, and there was no sixth step. In the end, Gavin simply untied the rope in his hand to help him carry the looted papers. Anyway, his casting speed was not as fast as his sword drawing speed. Although the goblin is hunched, not half the height of a human, the actual strength is definitely more than half, and there are quite a lot of things to help carry. After Gavin felt that the amount collected was about the same, he took the goblin warlock and got into the two-wheeled carriage allocated to him by Zalanda to continue his translation work. He didn't have to worry about the rest. Zalanda would arrange a coachman to help him drive the carriage. As the first heir of the Nott family, he had this privilege. In order to advance his plan, Gavin enjoyed this privilege with peace of mind. For the next day and night, in addition to taking care of his personal needs, Gavin stayed in his two-wheeled carriage, writing furiously, and progressed quite quickly. In this process, he also made a new small attempt, which was to combine self-hypnosis with the elves' trance. At the beginning, there were constant problems. It was not that Gavin entered the trance state in advance, and the degree of fit with the magic network was not high, and he fell into a dream in a daze. Even if he entered the self-hypnosis state, his body was still tense, and he could not achieve the purpose of trance rest. With the continuous running-in test, Gavin believed that the possibility of success was very high, especially when his mental consciousness continued to strengthen, this matter would probably come naturally, and he did not force it now. The big retreat was also full of small problems. Tesser has been caught in a war between warlords for many years. The local lords manage themselves, and the governance level is uneven. The area around Nottburg is relatively better. The hobgoblin war group that surrounded the fort was completely defeated by them. The leadership was swept away by them. Not to mention organizing a pursuit and harassment team, the defeated soldiers ran faster than rabbits when they saw their flags, fearing that they would be hunted again. As for other scattered monsters, they either ran away after the arrival of the hobgoblin war group, or were already stewed in their pot.
But outside this range, all kinds of monsters and gangs are rampant. If they just watched from a distance and silently watched the soldiers and civilians of Nottburg pass by, Zalanda would ignore them. But there were those who were not open-minded. Not to mention attacking, even if they were far behind, Zalanda would not hesitate to send out the Nott cavalry to completely defeat them, and some even killed them all. When the carriages they led were full of heads of various monsters and bandits, such unwise attempts were significantly reduced. At this time, their first destination, Kami Village, was also approaching. At this point, the trajectory of history, at least Gavin's personal historical trajectory, had undergone a major deflection. Without the pursuit of the hobgoblins, Roan and Oster had no chance to make small moves. Along the way, Gavin never met them at all. They also curled up in their luxurious carriages. Apart from solving their own physiological problems, they rarely showed their heads. It was unknown what they were planning. Gavin had no intention of caring about them. Anyway, he had made up his mind to help Zalanda remove this stumbling block before leaving. "Master Gavin, Master Gavin, the captain asked me to ask you to come over." The boy who had carried the gift for Gavin earlier rode a pony and ran quickly to Gavin's carriage. This half-grown boy was named Darren, an orphan who was adopted by Zalanda in the militia. The reason why Gavin deliberately asked about the boy's name was because he found that the child did have a willpower beyond his imagination. Since he mentioned it casually, he kept what he said in mind. Even on the way of retreat, he was not idle. He either rode a pony, ran around to help, or took time to practice swordsmanship and gunmanship. There were even a few times when he followed the cavalry team, waving flags and shouting to help boost the momentum. His behavior even motivated the other half-grown children in the entire Notburg team. He was obviously the king of the children. The amount of training is just a virtual number. With this enthusiasm and enthusiasm, as long as you keep persisting, it is difficult not to achieve certain achievements. Naturally, it is worth Gavin's attention. After all, this child may be one of the most loyal members of Zalanda. "Do you know what happened?" Gavin walked out and asked. He knew that there must be a more serious problem ahead. The team has stopped moving for a while, and now is not a meal time.