I Become a Landlady in the Game World-Chapter 357 - 206: They Came to Recruit_3

So for the current situation in Hope Village, gradual development was the most realistic approach.

The talents of the Goblin Clan were also eye-catching. Within the territory, Hope Village could still protect them, but if they encountered them outside, who knew whether the mercenary teams would strike in the dark. As long as they hid well, they wouldn’t be discovered.

"Okay," Victor and Denglop both agreed immediately.

They were definitely going to persuade their kin to follow them back to Hope Village.

Soon, the two of them took the map and headed up the mountain.

In fact, as soon as they had started climbing, Mills already knew about it.

After all, he had sent people to watch them.

Knowing that more humans had appeared, he was really worried.

It was hard to find such a suitable gathering place; if they suddenly had to move, he could not guarantee that they could find a better one.

"Those humans haven’t climbed the mountain, but two of their kin came instead, just..."

"Is there a problem?" Mills’ heart skipped a beat; their target was so clear that it seemed their gathering place had been discovered by humans.

That night, it probably had been discovered.

Mills was anxiously on fire inside but tried to calm himself down.

"They are already undead."

His dead kin!

Mills was stunned.

The Undead were the most unique race on the Stan Continent. To this day, no one knew who could become undead after dying; many were seeking the method of transformation! Because, even living as the undead meant being alive, and who would want to disappear from this world!

Yet, even so, the undead could only be isolated in a land beyond, essentially never appearing on the mainland of the Stan Continent.

How could there be undead of the Goblin Clan!

"Should we stop them and take our kin and run first?" one of the goblins hurriedly asked.

The appearance of the Human Race made them a bit panicky; subconsciously, they wanted to flee.

Somehow, this had become their instinct!

"Is there no movement from those humans down the mountain?" Mills asked.

"Yes," Goblin Harley nodded; this was a bit strange, but perhaps it was the humans’ plan.

They were the craftiest.

"Then let them come up! I will meet them to see what their purposes are," Mills had calmed down by this time.

If it really were the same group from last night, they would have had the opportunity to attack them but hadn’t; instead, they sent people the next day and also brought their kin, it couldn’t necessarily be an attack.

So, he still wanted to meet them first.

After all, if it came to fighting, even if they had more numbers, it might not be enough to handle the Human Race.

Aside from their endless equipment and weapons, it was mostly because the Goblin Clan had nowhere else to go!

These four words summed up the bitterness in their hearts.

Meanwhile, Mills had confidence in his kin; even if they became undead, their essence would still be that of goblins.

"Yes," said the goblin, getting ready to greet them.

Thinking it over, Mills called another goblin, "Lap, gather the team and pack up our things. If the situation turns bad, we move immediately. We will cover the rear."

"Clan Leader, you go ahead! We will cover the rear; we cannot do without you," Goblin Lap couldn’t help but speak out in refusal.

"Listen to me, I don’t trust this task to anyone else; I must handle it myself," Mills insisted without a second thought.

"Yes..." Lap looked at Mills’ determined expression and finally did as he was told.

As he commanded, the goblins in the gathering place started packing their things in a frenzied panic, each of their faces bearing a distressed expression.

Young goblins had been educated from a young age about their harsh circumstances and couldn’t help but speak up.

"Are we going to move again?"

"Where are we moving to?"

"Will our fathers leave us like the other uncles?"

"..."

Hearing these words, the older goblins couldn’t help but tear up.

Why was the world so difficult for their kind?

Mills felt the same lamentation in his heart and soon left the gathering place, waiting with a group of goblin warriors in an open field for the arrival of undead goblins.

At this time, led by Harley, Victor and Denglop approached Mills, and throughout the encounter, they could feel Harley’s resentful gaze upon them.

Realizing this, the two felt somewhat helpless but mostly understood.

If it had been them in the past, seeing a kin with humans suddenly appearing in their gathering place, they too would think this kin had betrayed them.

"What are you doing here with those humans?" As soon as he saw them, Mills couldn’t wait to speak, his tone slightly cold.

Regardless of whether there was betrayal or not, their sudden appearance at their gathering place with humans was a fact.

Such goblins, he couldn’t treat kindly.

Listening, Victor exhaled deeply, meeting Mills’ gaze and spoke earnestly, "Lord, we are here to recruit you to enter the Human Territory, not as slaves, but as residents."

At this, Mills was stunned.

Had he misheard, or had these two goblins gone mad?

To say such a thing???