Plane Supermarket

After folding the quilt, the little goblin opened the door, took a deep breath and stretched himself refreshed.

"Byron!" Rich also came out of his room, and he warmly greeted the little goblin, "Do you want to go up the mountain with us today?"

Rich is still very friendly to his own family, not to mention the little goblin Byron is also a good-tempered person.

The two lived under the same roof. Although they could only see each other every morning and evening, they still developed some feelings.

Byron also smiled at Rich: "I don't go up the mountain."

Rich: "Should we still go to the city gate?"

Byron nodded. He didn't think his job was boring. After all, he persisted when there were no residents in the town and the nearby farmers didn't come often, let alone now.

"Then how do you make money?" Rich was very considerate of Byron. Byron was only half a child in his group. Although goblins of this age had to learn how to hunt, it was more about hunting than hunting. is to play.

They still can't understand the horror of failure. They don't know that if they make a mistake, all the people who went hunting together may have to pay for his mistake.

It is not until the elders feel that they are stable that they will take them to hunt.

But even so, they watched a lot in the past two years.

Byron: "I don't need to make money."

"The sisters in the supermarket will send me food."

Byron was a little proud. Everyone in the supermarket liked him very much. He ate the same food as them. Every morning, noon and night, someone brought him food. He could often eat chicken legs and fatty meat.

Originally, he didn't want to take it—he felt that he was repaying a favor, and since it was a repayment, he shouldn't take any more things or food.

But Kelly had a long talk with him, and Byron couldn't remember what Kelly said now.

But he shed tears after listening to it at the time, and felt that he was too hateful for not accepting things. He was not repaying a favor, but simply taking revenge.

It's just that by the time he realized it, he had already eaten the food delivered by the supermarket for half a month.

Therefore, besides watching the city gates, Byron would also go on patrol at night, otherwise he always felt that he had failed to repay his kindness and had taken advantage of it.

"I eat so well." Byron squeezed the flesh on his stomach, "Even if I go hunting to earn money, I won't be able to eat such good food."

Rich: "I'm talking about money."

Byron: "I don't need money."

He looked at Rich: "I don't know when they will leave, but if I go hunting and earn money now, what should I do when they leave?"

Rich understood what Byron meant. There was not much he could do for the supermarket. Maybe if he did it today, the people in the supermarket would leave tomorrow.

He must seize the present, because no one knows the future.

"Alright then." Rich stopped persuading, "If you want to hunt, you can tell me."

Byron said seriously: "Thank you."

The two walked out of the house together, and walked to the gate of the city together. Rich went to join his clansmen, and Byron sat on his small bench. Sometimes elves came to him to ask directions—for several days, The elves still didn't know which side to enter the mountain from.

Fortunately, Byron was not bothered. He only had something to do when someone came to him, and he was not free to do something.

Morning is the busiest time. Several ethnic groups have to go to the mountains to hunt. Those who work in the town are all former "blood slaves", and everyone else still has to rely on the mountains for food.

However, the dwarves have already opened up wasteland around the town. After cleaning up all the rocks and weeds and loosening the land, they can plant some crops with a short growth cycle first, and they can grow food when the winter is coming to an end.

Maybe in the future they won't have to go up the mountain to fight for their lives, just like the human race, they can survive by farming and raising livestock in captivity.

After several more waves of people were sent off, Byron finally had time to drink his saliva.

So Byron took out a thermos from under the table, and there was hot milk in the bottle. He took a sip, with a white edge around his mouth, when he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

Byron put the lid on the vacuum flask, jumped down eagerly, and ran towards the man.

Byron didn't stop until he saw the other person's face clearly.

"Sister Kelly." Byron greeted Feng Ling.

Feng Ling smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I ate buns this morning. I know you have a big appetite, so I brought you four."

This is not a small steamed bun, but a big meat bun from Li Gubao, the size of a grown woman's fist.

It wasn't the first time Byron had eaten steamed buns, but he still let out a little cheer.

Feng Ling resisted the urge to pat him on the head, and handed him the heat preservation box.

When she first came here, Feng Ling couldn't appreciate the "cuteness" of the goblin at all. The goblin has dark green skin and brown hair. Even if it is washed clean, it looks dirty, and the goblin is also Unlike dwarves, dwarves have naturally curly hair, and they look like lambs when walking together, while goblin hair is soft and prone to oil, so even if Byron washes his hair every two days and sleeps The hair is oily and clings to the scalp.

It does not conform to the aesthetics of human beings in any era.

But after getting along for a long time, Feng Ling was able to look at the goblin with appreciation.

Among all the races here, the goblins are the weakest, and their only thing worthy of praise is their ability to give birth. It is common for goblins to have twins, and quadruplets are not uncommon, and they are different from other races.

Goblins are like giant pandas. Children are only the size of a palm when they are born, and they grow very fast. They are about the same size as adult goblins at the age of five or six. Although they are only similar in size, they can already make money for slave owners.

Because of their quantity and docile personality, goblins are the most common in the slave market.

"I'm going back first." Feng Ling said, "The people brought by Ham didn't trouble you, did they?"

She saw that group of idle guys running to the gate of the city to watch the fun yesterday.

Byron puffed up his chest: "They don't dare, I'm working for a supermarket!"

Feng Ling was amused by Byron's "fox pretending to be a tiger" look: "Okay, go get busy, I'll come back at noon."

Byron waved to Feng Ling and went back with the heat preservation box.

He sat back at the table again, and impatiently opened the lunch box. The smell of the meat buns entered his nose, and he took a deep breath of the aroma before eating, and his saliva began to secrete unconsciously.

Byron could even recall how he felt the last time he ate buns.

Bite down, the first is the fluffy bun skin, then the gravy will naturally flow out after a bite, the gravy and the soft bun skin are fused in the mouth, even if you don't eat the meat inside, Byron feels happy.

But now Byron is no longer the little goblin who ran for his life. He just glanced at the steamed stuffed bun and put the lid back on. He is going to wash his hands.

Washing hands before eating was what Callie had taught him, and they all did it, so he should too!

Byron closed the lid and left. He was not worried about others stealing it. He used to do this often before. When he went back, his things were still there. After all, for the residents of the town, there are supermarket employees who deliver meals every day. Byron is an existence they cannot offend.

After washing his hands, Byron hopped back humming a song, only at this time, he looked like a child.

But this time, Byron stopped halfway, he was in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by noisy goblins and dwarves, and he couldn't hear anything, he could only see the table being brought by a few hams. People take over.

They sat directly on the table, holding buns in their hands that he was reluctant to grab with dirty hands.

In an instant, all the memories he still had to forget came back to him. When he was a slave, the people who whipped them were just like these people. There will also be a whip attached to it, which can be pulled out at any time to hit them.

Byron didn't know how he got to the table, and he didn't know how he opened his mouth.

He heard himself say to these men who were taller than both of them: "This is my breakfast, you have to give it back to me."

Several guys looked at each other and laughed out loud after a short moment of astonishment.

The blond man was wearing a sleeveless blouse with his chest open showing off his chest hair. He also had a strong body odor. He ate the last bite of the bun and even hiccupped and said, "You Why do you say it’s yours? You’re just a goblin, who would give such a good food to a goblin?”

They thought the gatekeeper gnome was the supermarket owner's slave.

Otherwise, why are all the other guys in the store and he is the only one at the gate?

Byron blushed with anger: "It's mine! Sister Kelly sent it to me! What's wrong with me being a goblin?! I'm a goblin and I don't deserve to eat buns!"

He roared so loudly that even the goblins who hadn't entered the mountain could hear him.

The adult goblins gradually approached and slowly stood behind Byron.

It's just that Byron didn't realize it.

And those guys didn't take the goblins seriously.

Goblins have seen a lot of them. They are short, weak, and have clumsy fingers. Many people wonder why there are such useless "people" as goblins in this world. Many people even think that goblins cannot be considered as adults. Could be an animal.

"We've eaten it now. If you want us to pay it back, then we can only spit it out for you." The blond guy said with a smile.

Byron said calmly, "You don't have buns, but you have money. If you give me the money, it will be treated as if you bought the buns."

As soon as the words were finished, the guys laughed again, but there was ridicule and contempt in the laughter that could not be ignored.

The red-haired guy withdrew his smile, and looked at Byron: "Do you know what you are? Dirty goblin, but you are right, goblin, you really don't deserve to eat this..."

The blond man reminded: "Baozi."

Red-haired: "Yes, it's true that you don't deserve to eat steamed stuffed buns."

"You are only worthy of living in a dirty stable, sleeping in the middle of horse manure, how can you be like a human..."

It's just that the red-haired man hadn't finished speaking, and before Byron could move, the goblin behind Byron had already charged up.

These goblins have never left the mountain. They are afraid of the world on the mountain, but this fear has not yet reached the specific race.

"What does it mean to be human? We are not human, but we are also human!"

"Call us dirty! You are so hairy, like a beast, how dare you call us?!"

"Damn it! Slap him in the face!"

"Kick him!"

Byron would be subconsciously afraid of the humans, but they wouldn't.

Byron, who had always seen his own race being whipped by the human race, opened his eyes wide.

He watched these green-skinned goblins who were just like him wrestling with these fellows wielding everything they could.

After a moment's pause, Byron also rushed forward.

The moment he pounced on him, something that imprisoned him was finally—broken.