I Become a Landlady in the Game World

At that time, the Limestone Mine.

A group of goblins was fervently mining, afraid of falling behind.

In no time at all, when one new mine shaft was finished, they would move on to the next.

As they reached the next one, they heard a shout,

"Break time!"

With those words, the goblins quickly left the mine shaft and gathered under a large tent already set up.

The tent served as an open-air kitchen, where several pots of noodles were steaming hot.

The goblins, each holding their bowl, formed a line in a familiar manner, waiting for their food to be served.

A big scoop of noodles, topped with a portion of broth, and then sprinkled with minced meat, vegetables, and other ingredients, was considered top-tier delicacy in the eyes of the goblins.

Many of them had never imagined they would taste such delicious food in their lifetimes.

But these days, that's all they had been eating.

While they were eating, some noise suddenly came from a nearby bush.

The goblins did not seem frightened as before but looked expectantly towards the source of the noise.

Then, a group of humans appeared from behind the bushes, carrying several large Magic Sheep, and cheerfully said to the goblins, "Tonight, we feast on roasted whole sheep."

The goblins, hearing this, nodded enthusiastically.

Noodles were tasty, but roasted whole sheep was even more mouthwatering.

For a moment, many goblins felt they could keep working for a few more days or maybe even prefer never to stop.

"Smor, how about that? Didn't I tell you!" While the goblins were frantically showing off their meals, in a small tent not far away, Mills bragged to another clan leader, Smor.

Smor looked at Mills, who was beaming with pride, and after a while, squeezed out a "Hmm" from his throat.

He had never imagined humans would treat goblins so generously.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift back to a few days ago.

His group of goblins constantly changed their gathering place until they had found this relatively hidden spot and had a peaceful time for a while.

However, they were eventually discovered by a mercenary team trading in slaves. After scouting them out, they launched an attack. Under the overpowering military force, they could only barely hold on by leveraging the terrain.

At that time, the mercenaries who had been unable to overcome them resorted to a Fire Attack.

Thick smoke, directed by a Wind Mage, continuously poured into the hiding solvent cave.

"Cough, cough, cough…" The dense smoke made the goblins inside unable to stop coughing.

"Surrender if you don't want to die!" Below, the mercenaries shouted, clearly trying to intimidate them.

Because the smoke was deadly.

The mercenaries believed that between death and loss of freedom, the goblins would most likely choose the latter.

As for Smor, he too considered whether to compromise for the sake of survival.

After all, he hoped above all that his clan members would survive.

Just when they were at a loss, Mills arrived with a group of people and quickly drove away the mercenaries.

Seeing their goblin companions, they were happy, but seeing the accompanying humans, they feared it was a trap.

In the end, only Mills and some goblins entered their solvent cave to speak to them about Hope Village and fervently invited them to live there.

After intense struggle, he agreed to give it a try.

Because he understood if the other party really had bad intentions and if they refused, their fate would be no less bitter. It was better to accept, with a certain probability of leading a normal life.

At that moment, it was just a gamble, especially since he had the backing of his kin.

They could only trust that "a goblin doesn't cheat a goblin."

The first thing they did after seeking refuge with humans was to have a sumptuous feast and enjoy unprecedented delicacies and put on new clothes they hadn't worn for a long time.

Even though they were still invited to mine every day, every day they were genuinely handed copper coins, letting them experience the joy of "having money in hand."

Besides these copper coins, they could eat and drink for free.

Such days were something they had never dared to dream of.

"It will be the same in your so-called Hope Village, right?" Smor couldn't help but ask.

Life nowadays was a bit too wonderful, which made him somewhat fearful, worried that everything he was experiencing was just an illusion.

He wanted to hear assurances from his companions again.

"It will be the same, if not better," Mills firmly stated. "Once you are in the territory, you can choose to work or even open your own shop; your children will be able to go to school..."

Listening to Mills, Smor's heart involuntarily quickened.

Hearing Mills depict such scenes, he became eager to visit Hope Village.

Considering their interactions over the past few days, he had gained some confidence in humans.

While he was thinking this, he heard giggling from a group of goblin children.

Looking towards the sound, he saw Zhou Zhengping and a few soldiers returning with the goblin children.

Their arms were loaded with a variety of fruits.

Clearly, these fruits were picked by Zhou Zhengping and his team for the little ones.

At that moment, Smor's little goblin, Kelo, came trotting up to him, picked the reddest fruit, and said happily, "Father, eat a fruit."

"Where did you pick these fruits?" Smor asked softly, his tone gentle.

"Just ahead, where there were a lot of Demon Beasts, but the uncles dealt with them quickly. They were amazing; I want to be a warrior like them someday," Kelo said, looking up with a face full of admiration.

When goblins like Smor lived in harsh environments, they did everything possible to protect their young from life's harshness, hence the children still retained some innocence and optimism.

As they grew older day by day, Smor's biggest fear was having to expose them to the harsh realities of life, and how to break it to them?

The reason he was willing to take a chance was largely due to these children.

Seeing their hopeful demeanor towards life and the future, Smor felt more resolute.

By then, Zhou Zhengping had also arrived.

Unlike when he left, several Magic Pigeons now rested on Zhou Zhengping's shoulders, looking like Magic Pets.

"This is..." Mills didn't hesitate to ask.

He got along well with Zhou Zhengping and didn't beat around the bush.

"These are Magic Pigeons from Hope Village, they've come to deliver messages," Zhou Zhengping responded straightforwardly, his eyes carrying a hint of a smile.

Xiao Bai cared about the progress of the mining operation, and had also included a letter of concern from his wife, which lifted his spirits.

This was care from his beloved wife!

"Did the village chief have any orders?" Mills immediately asked, considering it had been a while since they had been out. The chief must be getting anxious.

"Just to check on our situation to see if we're safe," Zhou Zhengping briefly explained. "Also, he told me about the current state of the territory, that it's developing very well now, with the population now over ten thousand, and the buildings in the territory have been completely modernized..."

"How wonderful," listening to Zhou Zhengping's description, Mills and the others had a nostalgic expression.

Considering themselves part of Hope Village, they were happier than anyone else when it flourished.

Smor also noticed the changes in Mills's expression and felt a bit happy unconsciously.

"Are there any other orders from the territory?" Mills pressed.

"There were questions about our progress in mining, asking if everything was going smoothly, and they hope we can return to the territory soon," Zhou Zhengping continued, "I already sent a message back before coming here to report our safety."

"That's good," responded Mills. "Let's step up our efforts a bit more so that we can complete the mining and return soon."

"Just keep your normal pace; don't push yourselves too hard. Health is the most important," Zhou Zhengping careingly said.

To Zhou Zhengping, this group of goblins really had been giving their all.

Hearing Zhou Zhengping's concerned words, for some reason, Smor felt a pang of sorrow welling up from within.

It took him a moment to suppress the tears that threatened to spill, "Following our current pace, it won't take more than two days. Let's work extra hours and strive to return soon!"

"Alright, it's up to you," Zhou Zhengping also seemed eager to get back.

After getting Zhou Zhengping's approval, Smor immediately motivated his clan members.

Knowing that some of the goblins mining had previously lived in Hope Village, Smor's goblins under his command had asked about the village and learned it was a good place, making them excited.

Thus, once motivated, a group of goblins threw themselves into mining.

In just a couple of days, the entire Limestone Mine had been exhausted.

"Let's go, let's head back!" Zhou Zhengping announced, looking at everyone's heavy pockets.

At his command, the entire team hurriedly packed up and began making their way back towards Hope Village.

Smor, following behind Mills and others, found it hard to calm his emotions.

Hope Village, would it really allow them to roam freely under the sun?