Chapter 1016

These female soldiers are usually really gentle, but now each one strikes decisively and ferociously.

They descended like female ghosts.

The goblins had no power to resist at all; all around were the clanging sounds of them getting beaten.

Along with their wailing screams of agony and a great deal of pleas for mercy.

Some goblins ran blindly in the dark, but the female soldiers caught up with ease, stomped a foot on them, and tied them up.

Before the water in Gu Qing's belly had even been digested, the battle was over.

Not a single one of the 400 goblins was missing—all of them had been captured.

They were all trembling in fear, having no idea at all who their opponents were.

They only knew it was a pleasant-sounding female voice, but the strikes were vicious.

It wasn't until they were escorted back to Clear Bamboo Town that they saw those delicate, beautiful faces.

The goblins were stunned.

Human women?

They couldn't believe it.

Even more unbelievable was Su Qin.

Zhao Chi and his group had only been gone for less than half an hour.

After hearing footsteps in the darkness, Su Qin immediately ordered everyone to be on alert, ready to attack at any moment—only to discover it was Zhao Chi returning.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she hurried over to meet him anyway.

"Zhao Chi, do you need me to bring troops to help?"

Zhao Chi nodded: "Sure, have your soldiers lock them up."

"Lock them up? Lock who?"

"The goblins, the ones behind."

Su Qin's eyes went wide, as if she'd seen a ghost.

Captured goblins?

In this pitch-black night?

And… goddamn 400 of them?

Not a single one missing?

"Holy shit! Zhao Chi, how the hell did you do it?"

Su Qin was so shocked she didn't even realize she'd sworn.

Zhao Chi listened to her exclamation and felt it carried a strange, indescribable charm.

Actually, when a woman swears occasionally, it really does have a different kind of appeal.

Zhao Chi said lightly: "We ran into them, then just caught them."

Su Qin couldn't understand.

Not that she didn't understand the meaning of the words—she couldn't understand the process.

Gu Qing laughed: "Su Qin, look at you making such a fuss. My lord Zhao Chi's strength isn't just in bed."

Su Qin nodded woodenly, even forgetting to blush.

Zhao Chi pinched her cheek: "Stop spacing out, hurry up and lock them up. Are they any use to you? You can have them."

"Give them to me?"

"Yeah, I don't want goblins—I'm just going to sell them anyway—so they're yours."

Su Qin waved her hand: "I don't want goblins either. They're too smelly, and it's weird—they always try to get close to my female elves."

"Really? What about the beastmen? Do they have that kind of issue?"

"They do too, but not as much. Beastmen prefer fighting, so public order takes a bit of a hit. And beastmen fight better than goblins—I'd rather have beastmen."

"These beastmen aren't very loyal—are you still safe?"

Su Qin laughed: "Don't worry, I'm not some weak woman—I'm a qualified town-level lord. The beastmen can only operate on the outskirts; I don't let them inside, with elves on watch."

"Oh… are you sure you don't want the goblins?"

"No, really no. Gobblins are useless. And my prison still has 370 beastmen waiting to be converted—that's plenty."

"Alright, then your monster quota for today is used up. Get some rest early—there's still fighting tomorrow."

"Oh… okay…"

Su Qin still hadn't recovered, having absolutely no idea how Zhao Chi had done it.

Zhao Chi patted her head again: "Get some rest early. See you tomorrow."

In an instant, Zhao Chi's entire force returned.

Su Qin stood in place, looking at the empty space ahead, and felt a little emptiness in her heart too.

Zhao Chi didn't waste any time and immediately contacted Zhao Cang.

Zhao Chi 【Third Brother, I have 400 goblin captives here, I'll send them over to you. Open up the permissions for me.】

After quite a while, Zhao Cang finally replied.

His voice was a bit muffled—he seemed to be sleeping.

Zhao Chi's side had no proper sleep schedule at all; whenever he was tired he just slept for 100 minutes, then was completely awake.

So he often forgot that nighttime was when other people slept, especially in the wee hours.

Zhao Cang 【It's this late and you're still not resting? We're going out to fight tomorrow.】

Zhao Chi 【Sorry for disturbing you so late. Does your territory have any subordinate work? I can coordinate with them too.】

Zhao Cang 【……Who works at this hour? Only the night patrol……Come on over, but there's no cash on hand right now. I can only put it on your tab, or pay you in goods.】

Zhao Chi: "Out of cash? The clan has no money?"

Zhao Cang: "It's not that… don't worry about it, anyway that's just how things are right now."

Zhao Chi: "Got it, then I'll trade with materials instead."

Zhao Cang: "Fine, hurry up and come."

Zhao Chi brought 400 goblins, along with their equipment, into Zhao Cang's territory.

Of course, he also activated the Random Tag Talisman.

Zhao Cang walked out of the house yawning, still wearing his pajamas.

Knowing he had disturbed someone, Zhao Chi sped up, hastily picked out 680 portions of rare materials, and quickly finished the trade.

Mainly high heels and other fashion items — he'd have to buy them eventually anyway, so he bought them first.

Returning to his territory, Zhao Chi dove back into Qi Yue's body and kept crafting.

Until 9 o'clock the next day.

Including the high heels made before, he had crafted a total of 660 pairs.

Now everyone was fully equipped.

Naturally, all the female villagers were overjoyed upon receiving them.

After all, Tang Ruan's jade armor material was so good you could feel it at once.

Because of this, all the previous high heels became the old model.

But those old-model high heels were still very new, with high durability — after all, they had all been newly replaced.

Should he recycle them?

Or let the women keep wearing them out?

Zhao Chi thought it over for a long time, and still decided to recycle them.

Overall, these high heels were about 90% new and still held considerable value.

Besides, high heels were a bit different from stockings — although they were also close-fitting garments, their level of intimacy was still a notch below stockings.

They could be sold again.

But they needed to be cleaned first.

Including some brand-new old-model high heels still in the warehouse, there were 675 pairs in total.

There were also 230 old-model silky shirts left over, all 90% new, likewise waiting to be sold.

Zhao Chi had always been looking for a chance to sell them.

But now everything was in chaos everywhere — let alone a black market, there wasn't even an exchange hall.

Finding a reliable channel to sell them would surely take some more time.

And it would also take some fate, and some luck.