Arriving And Rebuilding

After finishing breakfast, We set off back down the road.

We built a sort of Thought Communication space for us, We've done it a few times on the road before, and the dwarf picked up on it too.

Thought Communication was a sort of high-level version of Telepathy, letting you build links and talk with multiple people at once, I like to think of it as a kind of group chat channel, and it had a decent range of half a mile or so.

On the second day, the dwarves seemed largely capable of remaining on the wolves without passing out. Although high speed made them unable to open thier eyes. Rimuru built them a sort of visor from silk and it did the trick.

So now that the dwarves were set, we can talk to them about a thing or two about life in their kingdom as we rode on.The goblins were listening in as well, chiming in about their own experiences, and I got to know more information.

Two days later, we arrived at the goblin village. It had been only about two weeks, but the place was the same. Assuming you wanted to call it a village at all. It was more of an empty space with a fence around it.

While we were gone, a few simple tents had been pitched around the area. There were signs of progress, at least. I spotted a large iron pot situated over the remains of the central campfire. Goblin cuisine used to be all about spit-roasting—but now they'd added simmering to the mix!

Guess now that they are hobgoblins, they are developing, Taking a closer look, I realized it was fashioned from the shell of a big turtle. Man, how much did they expand their hunting grounds while we were gone?

The resident hobgoblins spotted our returning party quickly, greeting us with cheers and applause. Rigurd hurriedly came to rimuru's side to Inform him to some matters it seems.

"Welcome back" he said before anyone could ask. "I hate to bother you so soon after returning, Sir Rimuru, but we have visitors"

Turns out there were other goblins who wanted to submit to Rimuru and be under his protection. All the intelligent races in this forest—the orcs, the lizardmen, and the ogres, too—were starting to step up and stake their claims on this wood. There had been smaller arguments along those lines before, but there was also a sort of silent agreement that nobody would let it get to armed conflict. With the forest's one and true overseer out of the picture, however, there were more than a few races out there ready to start fighting."

Monsters by nature are aggressive, Now every village in the forest was rapidly preparing for attack, It was only a matter of time before conflict starts occurring, and the goblins, the weakest group out there, were doomed to let most of these other races to lay total waste to them.

This, naturally, alarmed most of the other goblin elders. The moment they got involved in this cross-forest turf war, it'd be over for them. So they held a discussions to try to find a solution.

Finding none, they heard about the place where apparently an ex-goblin village was replaced with encampments of hobgoblins, and after inquiring about the tail they were conflicted but ultimately decided to come to submit to rimuru for protection.

"Anyone who wants to come over, have at it," Rimuru told the goblin representatives. That was enough to send them back home for now.

That was where the problems began. there were far too many to house within the village's space. 

Over the past few days, The Village been stuck building axes, using them to chop down trees for wood, and so on. They hadn't even started on houses yet. There was just too much to work on. 

Kaijin was handling wood duties, while the three dwarven brothers worked on processing the animal pelts into hobgoblin clothing. The looks they had been giving the females were less than savory. Rimuru figured it was best to set them on that job before anything else. 

Asking them to make me a sword can wait until they can build a working forgery.

The goblins showed up in the midst of the village reconstruction. Four tribes, about five hundred of 'em in total. The rest were still in the villages with the elders who opted to stay put.

We were deciding on a place to house all these numbers and build a new village. The only place that came to mind with water bodies nearby and some pands suitable for farming was the area right nearby the cave we'd popped out of.

Rigurd told us it was a forbidden zone and was a veritable den to powerful monsters. Rimuru reassured him

"No problem there, then. I mean, I lived there." 

"Y-you what?!"

"Like, I guess I was born around there, so…it oughta be fine." 

"…You constantly impress me, Sir Rimuru. I am astounded." 

He then called for Mildo, youngest of the three brothers, and told him as much as he could about how architecture worked in the modern world. Surveying and measurement in this world were actually fairly accurate, thanks to magic. That, plus the amateur-hour knowledge that was brought to the table, helped us decide to hatch a surveying project for the local area.

The wolves didn't need it much, but for the goblins and dwarves a waste-management facility would be a necessity. Managing a place is quite troublsome, I am not build for this.

Regardless for all those matters Mildo was named head of building operations for the village and we left everything to him.

Another classic tossing-off of responsibility, if I do say so myself. 

After having Rigurd assign a few people to Mildo's detail, They were all sent off to survey our potential new home. I joined them for protection, just in case.

Rimuru then started working on naming the new villagers and it took him 4 days to get through them all, with a quick bit of sleep made in between, praise must be give though, I didn't think he would pull through it all this fast.

He called the tribal elders over. They knelt down in their stately hobgob way. Rigurd was there, and following in his footsteps were three others Rimuru had just named: Rugurd, Regurd, and Rogurd. 

Quite lazy I would say, Not that I am any better.

And the last one was a female elder, he called her "Lilina"

So here we were. A few hundred hobgobs. Maybe it was time there was class system for them? With these numbers it would easily cause chaos,There needed to be a clear chain of command, especially given how much monsters valued strength. 

"All right," Rimuru declared, "I'm giving all of you ranks!" 

Rigurd received a nice upgrade to goblin king; the other four elders became goblin lords. The rest of the goblins in the village immediately bowed to them, which was a spine-tingling sight to see. 

"""Y-yes, our lord!!""" the elders parroted. The ensuing cheers were deafening. Rimuru had just inadvertently penned a new chapter in goblin history. 

Kaijin was kind enough to bring along all the carpentry tools he needed. Garm and Dold were proving to be able commanders on the clothing-production front. We were building a miniature tower of wood lumber in an empty space in the village. Preparations were going along smoothly. 

By the time Rimuru had evolved all the goblins, We came back to the village. The surveying work was done without a hitch. All systems go. I looked over the different blocks in the village he'd planned out. It was really more of a town than a simple village. 

After making sure everything was in place, we set off. It was the first step toward a new land.