A few days passed after the announcement, and Gill was now standing like the tall person that he was in the iron mines, though this was visually exaggerated since he was surrounded by little Goblins less than half his height.
A while back, there was a team of administrators that had arrived. He and Gio had spent days orienting them on the state of the place.
However, more and more Alterran teams arrived soon after. They were to safely escort the goblins to the other two territories in preparation for the upcoming Heat Wave.
Gill looked at the goblins in curiosity, wondering why none of them had chosen to leave.
By virtue of giving people a choice—because they’d feel more inclined to help Alterra if they stayed of their own volition—the goblins were also given the choice to buy their own freedom as soon as they were able.
Alterra would never take a loss of course, so the little things were asked to do labor equivalent to how much their freedom costs. Gill had expected that the goblins would be working even more crazily so they could ’escape’ Iron Mountains, but surprisingly there didn’t seem to be much of a change—as if none of them were planning to leave at all.
This was a good thing of course, but it felt a bit out-of-character considering the historical conflicts goblins had with this place.
"Can you tell me why?" He asked tone sharp as always, but he wasn’t afraid to scare them off because he knew they could sense hostility.
Sure enough, their faces didn’t change. Instead, they just bluntly answered his question. "Dangerous outside."
Gill’s eyebrows rose.
Considering the goblins they first encountered all left them without care, it was obvious that they weren’t talking about monster mobs—which they could avoid via their tunnels.
So… the Heat Wave then?
Goblins could sense special stones and people’s intent, it was not a surprise that they could sense this.
"It’s because of the Extreme Heat isn’t it?" he asked, "I’m actually here to ask for your help regarding this."
This made them flinch but not in a bad way. Rather, they were shocked to be openly needed and with a human humbly asking for their help.
"Is there anyone willing to move to other territories to do digging jobs there?"
The goblins looked at him in confusion, before looking at each other.
Gill rubbed his nose. Should he have called Silvia in here? She was the better people person.
However, they didn’t send any of the newcomers here in the end. They were still studying the territory workings. How could they have the time to bond with the citizens, let alone the goblins?
That left the only choice as him, the only Terran who had stayed here long enough. The problem was, he didn’t have a very charming way with words.
"You will be hired, as you are here, but with different mountains," he said after clearing his throat. "You will be digging tunnels, basements, and cisterns there.
"Of course, this is completely optional, and there are indeed some dangers in the travel, but we assure you we will do our best to protect you."
He smiled kindly (well, in his standard) and the goblins looked up at him with various expressions.
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