At the same time, a goblin gathering area.
These goblins were reveling, not for any other reason, but because they had obtained many wonderful items from a passing group.
"These pots are so good they actually threw them away, they really are wasteful!"
"There's also some food they left behind, it tastes really good, I've never eaten anything so delicious before."
"The racks aren't bad either, just throw on some straw and it could serve as a house."
"If it were always like this, it would be better if more Human groups passed by us!"
"..."
The goblins gathered together, their expressions filled with longing.
Survival was hard for them, so even the smallest things could satisfy them greatly.
Listening to these conversations, the goblin Clan Leader Mills standing nearby felt a deep sorrow.
He couldn't understand why, in such a vast Stan Continent, there was no room for the Goblin Clan.
