Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 28 Dogs Bite Dogs

After not returning to the camp for several days, when Gebu saw the old shaman again, he had prepared a super-sized gift package to make amends for his past mistakes.

"Stonefoot Mountain tobacco!" The old shaman jumped up from his chair. "Where did you get that? You can't find this in the forest!"

"Reporting to the old shaman, Gebu stole it from the hunters' camp on the edge of the forest... Gebu saw that the guards were not strong, so he followed them for three days and three nights before he managed to steal the tobacco."

"Well done, Gebu! This is good stuff!" With that, the old shaman eagerly grabbed a handful of the dried tobacco that Gebu offered and held it to his nose to smell it—his large nostrils almost inhaled the very soul of the tobacco leaves.

Gebu's words were a complete lie; he hadn't taken the tobacco leaves himself, but had sent Tongtong to steal them from the human village.

This stubborn man hid in the beams of a village shop for a whole day and night before finally getting his hands on some tobacco—and this wasn't ordinary tobacco; it was imported from the land of the dwarves.

Geb read in the book that dwarves have a natural resistance to toxins, and the smoke they smoke is so strong that even humans can't stand it.

The old shaman had a particular fondness for this. This old man had smoked his whole life; his nasal cavity was calloused, and ordinary tobacco simply wasn't strong enough for him.

Seeing Gebu return alive, he was furious and seething with hatred. He stared intently at "No-Brainer," his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The clueless guy poked at the unhappy guy and gave him a silly grin.

Gebu instructed Tongtong not to fall out with Buxing, and if asked, to say, "I lost him, I've been looking for him for three days, and I don't know anything else."

No matter how you ask, just say one thing. Don't say anything more; it tests their intelligence, and saying more will definitely expose them.

The old shaman ordered his men to put away the tobacco, and then gathered all the goblins in the tribe together.

"As everyone knows, it's market day again."

The goblins whispered among themselves, seemingly looking forward to this day.

"The Broken Tooth Tribe's harvest has been limited lately; you haven't worked hard enough! The gods are unhappy! All spoils will be sold at 20% of their original price," the old shaman said. "Anyone who needs to sell or buy anything, hurry up and get a list from me. If you can't make it in time, you'll have to wait until next month."

The goblins complained bitterly when they heard that the purchase price was discounted.

The old shaman wrinkled his nose.

"This is tax paid to the gods. Do you understand what tax is? It's because they take your money that they can protect you. Those who aren't protected by the gods will be punished!"

"That scoundrel has paid his share of taxes, and even the gods haven't spared him!" A voice suddenly emerged from the goblin horde.

"Who said that?! Who dares to speak so rudely!" the old shaman roared angrily. Immediately, silence fell; no one dared to utter a sound.

"Old shaman... who will lead the group to the market this time?" a little goblin asked from the side.

The displeased man standing to the side immediately changed his expression—was this even a question? He had been leading the team for so many years, and no one had ever questioned him.

The old shaman remained silent, glancing with displeasure in his old eyes.

"Who do you think would be suitable to lead the team this time?"

"Uh... then I'm definitely the most suitable!" she blurted out unhappily.

"Yes, it's best if I don't like leading the team!"

"We will always support being unhappy!"

A dozen or so goblins below suddenly started commotion. They were organized and disciplined.

Unhappy felt something was wrong. Why were these people not usually so attentive? Why were they suddenly flattering him at this time?

He looked at the old shaman, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Hmph." The old shaman snorted. "You're quite something, aren't you? You're unhappy, aren't you? You have a lot of prestige, huh?"

"Old shaman?" Unhappy scratched his head, completely bewildered. He didn't understand what the old shaman was talking about.

Normally, in situations like this, the cunning and wicked would chime in with a few words to smooth things over, but now that he wasn't there, and she couldn't rely on the clueless one, she felt a little lost. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing. I just heard that Magnubier has been particularly kind to you lately?"

"Huh? No? You've served Him for so many years, if anyone should be favored, it should be you, right? He wouldn't even look at me!" He quickly forced a smile, his grotesque yellow face looking even uglier than when he smiled.

"Still dare to be sarcastic?" The old shaman frowned and snorted at the displeased man.

Bu Gaoxing was completely stunned. Before he could react, the old shaman called Gebu up.

"Go to the market with Bu Gaoxing this time, and listen to him. Remember, you're the quickest-witted one, so you'll be in charge of the accounts. Don't let him lose money. If he does, I'll hold you responsible!" the old shaman said sternly to Gebu.

"Yes... Gebu will definitely not lose out!" Gebu said timidly, not daring to raise his head, pretending to be submissive.

The old shaman nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the displeased man and said:

"This market trip is very important, so keep a close eye on things and make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Okay... definitely." He quickly replied, clearly unhappy.

"You can go now. Gebu, you stay. I have something to tell you." The old shaman waved his hand.

Unhappy and a bunch of goblins were kicked out. As they left, Unhappy glared at Geb, but Geb ignored him completely.

After a while, only Gebu and the old shaman remained in front of the tent. The old shaman called Gebu to his side, and after looking around to make sure no one was watching, he said to him earnestly:

"Gebu, have you heard the rumors about 'No Brains'?"

"Reporting to the old shaman, Gebu spends all his time gathering herbs outside and has never interacted with other goblins... They don't like Gebu either, they look down on me..." Gebu said, looking aggrieved.

"Don't worry, Gebu, I've seen your efforts, and I won't let you down."

"With your words, Gebu is relieved." Gebu wiped away non-existent tears.

The old shaman slowly stood up, let out a cry of pain, as if his old bones were about to fall apart.

"It's just a pity that I'm getting old. I don't know how much longer I can protect you, little Gebu."

After saying that, he turned around, his back to Gebu, and sighed.

"What do you mean by that, old shaman? Don't frighten Gebu!"

"Sigh... Some people say that someone in the tribe has been chosen by Magnubiye to take my place..."

"Old shaman?! Who dares to spread such rumors?!" Gebu was startled, his pointed ears perked up, and his pupils shrank to the size of beans.

"I heard it was that brainless fellow. But with his intelligence, he couldn't possibly have made up such a story. Someone must have planted these things in his head." The old shaman suddenly turned his face, squinting at Gebu. "Who do you think it is?"

Gebu's heart skipped a beat. Had he been discovered? His plan was flawless!

He feigned composure, his eyes darting to the upper left, stroking his chin, and remained silent for a long time.

"I don't know, I can't think of anyone..."

Wait a minute, Gebu suddenly realized that his persona was that of a petty goblin... He couldn't play dumb too obviously. Since the old shaman had summoned him, he definitely wasn't here to mess with him, but rather... to make him unhappy?

These past few days, Gebu has been having Tongtong and the brainwashed goblins spread the rumor that "Magnubie's chosen one will replace the old shaman." But the chosen one isn't himself; he's the one who's unhappy.

It seems the old shaman had heard about it.

As the number one rival who is unhappy, if Gebu doesn't speak up and point it out at this time, it will seem like he's hiding something.

"...You mean you're unhappy?...I didn't expect him to have such great ambitions? He even dares to touch the old shaman?"

The old shaman, his face somber, stared at Gebu for a long time before finally speaking:

"I know you and Bu Gaoxing don't get along, but you can't frame him like this! I see right through your petty tricks!"

Gebu apologized repeatedly, thinking to himself: This old man is quite cunning; I really have to be careful when dealing with him.

"I asked you to go to the market this time because I need to keep an eye on things. Ever since that naughty fellow had his accident, he's been holding in a lot of anger, and I'm afraid he might cause some trouble."

"What do you mean by 'pay attention'?" Gebu pretended not to understand.

"The old shaman remains, the goblins come and go," the old shaman said slowly. "You've been in this position for too long, thinking you earned all your power... not because I gave it to you. That won't do. You can be a minor leader in the Broken Tooth tribe, and so can you, Little Gebu. Just listen to what I say... do you understand?"

"I understand?" Gebu answered timidly.

"I'm going to the market this time to buy some sacrificial materials for the grand autumn festival. If you find that the unhappy one is up to any evil intentions, report it to me... Magnubiede needs a strong sacrifice."

"Okay...okay!" Gebu answered tremblingly, the little goblin lowering his eyes, not daring to look up at the old shaman.

The old shaman showed a satisfied expression.

"Go ahead."

Gebu bowed, left the tent, and walked quite a distance before daring to catch his breath.

Goodness, a young heartthrob and a veteran actor, zero rehearsal, acting out scenes on the spot, the pressure must be immense.

Gebu scratched his head, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and summoned his magical pet, Big Eye, to keep watch outside the old shaman's tent.

That old Deng is definitely up to something!

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Half an hour later, the old shaman called the unhappy man into the tent...

Then he confessed to the exact same thing. Except this time, the "guy with ulterior motives" was Gebu.

"Old shaman! I never expected that despicable little Gebu would dare to have such thoughts!" His face contorted with displeasure, veins bulging, "I'll definitely keep a close eye on him for you!"

"I knew it, you're the most loyal." The old goblin nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go."

He stormed out of the tent, clearly unhappy.

The toad's big eyes saw everything.

After leaving the tent in displeasure, the old shaman finally breathed a sigh of relief, lay leisurely on his bed, and started smoking his pipe.

An excellent leader must learn to maintain checks and balances.

He could hear the sounds of giant hyenas fighting and tearing at each other in the animal pen in the distance of the camp, dogs biting each other, their mouths covered in fur.

Even the smallest favor can make these mindless beasts fight to the death.

Thinking this, a sense of pride welled up in the old goblin's chest.

These little bastards are still too green.

I'm going to be a shaman for life! Nobody's going to kick me off this chair!!!