Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 20 Physical Evidence? Witnesses? Dead men tell no tales!

If smells had a color, the color enveloping the goblin camp at this moment would be an indelible dark brown.

Suppression, blossoming, eruption.

Outside the tent, the wails of goblins rose and fell.

Inside the tent, the old shaman glared at the fat goblin in front of him, his face ashen.

"You little brat, you've gotten yourself into big trouble."

The sly-faced boy's already pale green face turned even greener, and he stammered, unable to utter a single word. He looked to the grumpy boy beside him for help.

The yellow goblin standing to the side was visibly upset, clutching his stomach and unable to straighten his back. He didn't even glance at the chubby boy.

"I know you're a cunning fellow, always plotting behind people's backs..." the old shaman said to the chubby boy, his eyes filled with a murderous intent. "Do you know why I'm angry?"

"I was wrong... old shaman..." The chubby boy didn't dare to respond and knelt on the ground, repeatedly admitting his mistake.

"Bo Gaoxing and you both grew up around me, so I know your temperaments best. I'm not angry because you're jealous of Geb and trying to frame him... That kind of thing happens all the time. It's perfectly normal for goblins."

The old goblin stood up, picked up the cloth bag containing dog liver, and casually tossed it onto the chubby boy's head. The chubby boy didn't dare move, letting the bag cover his face.

"What angers me is that your scheme was so clumsy; not only did you fail to get rid of the person you wanted, but you also caused food poisoning in the entire camp!"

"Old shaman, I really..."

"After all these years as a chef, can't you tell the difference between dog liver vegetable and starflower?" the old shaman scolded.

The chubby boy swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, tears welled up in his eyes, and his face was full of grievance.

"...Useless." He muttered unhappily to the chubby boy.

"You're not innocent either! That starflower, you gave it to him, didn't you!" The old shaman turned to the displeased man and snapped, "I told you to watch over the herb workshop, and you, instead of guarding it, used your position to do this kind of thing... I think you've forgotten how powerful Magnubiye is! I should sacrifice both of you to the gods!"

The yellow-skinned goblin remained silent, veins bulging on its forehead.

"I was wrong! Old shaman! Spare my life! I'll do anything you ask!" The chubby boy suddenly fell to the ground, grabbed the old shaman's ankle, and begged for mercy with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"What else would I ask you to do? I should boil your fat into lamp oil; that might be of some use to me then!"

"I did all this for you, Shaman!"

"For me? Tell me, what good will it do me? Besides wasting my whole bag of Starlight Grass?"

The chubby boy, as if grasping at a straw, clung to the old shaman's legs and climbed up. He whispered in his ear.

"Gebu...Gebu allied with humans to get those good things. He's going to betray our tribe."

"...Get away from my ear, it's disgusting." The old shaman felt an itch in his ear and pushed the chubby boy aside. "Do you have any proof?"

"Evidence...we can find evidence!" The chubby boy looked at the unhappy boy, who didn't say anything.

"I think you're just trying to drag someone down with you because you're about to go down in deep trouble," the old goblin said irritably. He plopped down on the bed, leaning to one side, his eyes fixed on an old pipe.

If you're unhappy, quickly go over, stuff the tobacco into it, then light it with a flint, and bring the pipe bowl to the old shaman's mouth. Serve him obediently.

"Hmph." The old shaman took a deep breath, exhaling murky white smoke from his nostrils. After a few puffs of smoke, the expression on his face relaxed somewhat.

"That kid Gebu has been too arrogant lately... Do you remember how he used to be? Timid and timid. Now he's suddenly so capable. Don't you find that strange?" Bu Gaoxing said in a low voice from the side.

"You guys are just jealous. If you could gather those top-quality herbs for me, I wouldn't have to rely on that brat Gebu—" The old shaman deliberately dragged out the word "Gebu," as if he had phlegm in his throat that he couldn't spit out.

Unhappy, he quickly approached and said, "Old shaman, sir, just to be safe, I'll go and find out where he got the herbs."

The old shaman closed his eyes, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The yellow-skinned goblin and the chubby boy exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Then, what should I do..." the chubby boy said timidly from the side. "For the sake of my loyalty over the years..."

"You?" The old shaman thought for a moment. "You're not cut out to be a cook. Go and shovel poop for the giant hyenas—take good care of those old geezers. If Boss Bear is in a good mood, he might spare your life."

The chubby boy looked troubled, his lips trembled, and he glared at him unhappily.

"Thank you... thank you, old shaman!"

With a wave of his hand, the old shaman sent the grumpy and wicked boys quickly slipping out of the tent.

The two dejected goblins walked toward the animal pen, their anger and frustration unsettled. They spotted a wooden barrel by the roadside and kicked it.

"Holy shit!"

The wooden bucket didn't budge, and my unhappy toe almost broke.

"What a fucking bad day!"

"Boss..."

"It's all your fault, you good-for-nothing!" He was about to hit her when she got angry, but the sly and wicked boy quickly curled up into a ball.

"I still have a way! I still have a way!"

"What other ideas do you have? You want to make me shovel poop with you?!"

"No need for you to lift a finger, boss! Look, even the old shaman is suspicious of Gebu, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to walk out so easily, right? Think about it, the last guy who touched the old shaman's herbs had his legs broken!"

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at the chubby boy with displeasure.

"The old shaman didn't object to your suggestion to investigate where Gebu got the herbs."

"You didn't agree either?"

"That's called tacit approval, boss." The chubby guy's eyes darted around. "If we can find evidence that Gebu is colluding with humans, he's finished."

"What if we can't find it?"

"We'll find it, we definitely will." The chubby boy grinned slyly. "We can't find the physical evidence, but we have witnesses. You can send 'Brainless' to handle this..."

Hearing the chubby boy's grumbling, his expression changed.

"Let him handle it? Wouldn't that result in someone dying?"

"A death is the goal!" The chubby boy clapped his hands, a smile spreading across his face. "Physical evidence, witnesses, and most importantly, we need to ensure Gebu has no way to testify. By then, Gebu's head will be off, and we can drag half the goblins in the camp along to testify. What can the old shaman do? No matter how powerful he is, he can still kill all the goblins who work for him, right?"

He touched his chin, seemingly unhappy, and pondered for a moment. Then he gave a gloomy smile.

"Kid, you're really ruthless."

"You flatter me, I'm still far from being as good as you, elder brother!"

"Go scoop the poop!" The yellow goblin kicked the chubby boy in the stomach.