CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: SHOULD HE TAKE THE BLAME FOR THIS TOO?

After speaking.

Chen Mang didn’t speak any further, just returned to the train compartment alone.

This left Biaozi and Old Pig disheveled in the wind. After a long silence, Biaozi looked at Old Pig with a mournful face and asked, "Pig Train Captain... I kept my ’Cluster Thinking’ on for a long time just now, I didn’t say anything bad about Master Mang, did I?"

"I don’t think so."

Old Pig breathed a sigh of relief, "Good thing I didn’t join the Cluster Thinking just now. Alright, let’s get back to work. From now on, try to gossip less behind Master Mang’s back."

"Huh?"

Biaozi watched the retreating back of Old Pig, full of confusion and bewilderment. Weren’t you the one who started it?

Is he supposed to take the blame too?

...

Soon—

After dark, the slaves returned to the train carrying pickaxes, lining up to receive today’s food, also bringing back a large amount of iron ore.

Including what was left from yesterday, there are now 14403 units of iron ore inside the train.

"..."

Inside the train compartment, Chen Mang looked at the visibly reduced open-pit iron mine, silently pondering while the only light in the compartment flickered with a scarlet glow. At the current rate, this iron mine would be depleted in nearly a month.

The ore content of different mines varies.

This mine clearly has more ore than the Level 1 iron mine he initially encountered.

Of course, once this batch of goblins join, the speed will increase significantly.

Today during the day, over 60 silly-looking goblins successfully arrived at Doomsday Abyss. He operated the train to pick them up from the cliff edge.

This goblin didn’t know the exact coordinates of the others, but could contact them and send the coordinates of Doomsday Abyss. He couldn’t even pick them up if he wanted to.

Some must have been killed along the way.

There should be more goblins still on the way, since Tieling Wasteland is not small, it takes some time to get here.

These goblins’ transportation is the "Goblin Merchant", yes, the one with a sack that drops rewards when killed.

According to that guy, the "Goblin Merchant" occupies an extremely special status in the Goblin Race. These goblins are born with exceptional speed, which is why they become merchants. Once born, they are goblin merchants.

They possess a top speed of 150 km/h, with great endurance and impressive load capacity.

When he saw.

A dozen goblins stacked like a human pyramid, riding on top of the goblin merchant’s head, dashing towards him at 150 km/h, he was speechless. For a moment, he even considered whether "Goblin Merchants" could replace wheels.

Just install four goblin merchants under each train car and have them lug the train along.

It wouldn’t even consume Energy Stones, just a few slices of bread.

"Sigh."

Chen Mang sighed, gently rubbing his temples. After accepting the cultural differences among various races, he expended 4400 units of iron ore to upgrade the "Simple Medical Box" to Level 10.

The box showed no change, of course, the name hadn’t changed either.

The contents of the box remained the same: bandages, sprays, suture sets.

But the two additional Supermodel Effects were undeniably worth it.

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"Simple Medical Box Level 5 Supermodel Effect": Trauma spray, capable of curing most external injuries in a short period.

"Simple Medical Box Level 10 Supermodel Effect": Suture set, any severed limb will be as good as new once successfully reattached.

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These two effects would greatly enhance the current medical capabilities of the train.

Worth mentioning—

The "Simple Medical Box" is a one-time accessory, meaning once the spray is used up, to obtain another spray with the same effect, a new Simple Medical Box would need to be crafted and upgraded to Level 5 again.

However, the suture set can be used indefinitely.

Though, estimating it—

This bottle of spray can be used forty to fifty times without issue, so there’s no immediate need to craft a second medical box.

He tossed these two items into Biaozi’s hands, "Go tend to the goblins’ wounds."

"Understood."

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the train.

A group of Level 2 goblins wielding machetes gathered with vacant eyes together, and at the forefront, a more intelligent goblin stared dazedly at the long line of slaves queuing for food, mouth slowly dropping open in disbelief.

After a while.

He looked down at the two pieces of bread in his hands that he hadn’t been willing to eat; he felt as though his worldview was crumbling.

Today, the human prophet gave him three pieces of delicious bread. He ate one and didn’t want to waste the remaining two.

The taste was so heavenly.

He had always thought this was food only worthy of the human prophet, but... now those slaves were lined up receiving it, with every person getting some, and each receiving ten pieces?

Since when do slaves receive such good treatment?

This...

How can this be?

He slowly took a deep breath, drooling slightly as he stared at the basket filled with bread slices. He stuffed the two pieces he had been hoarding into his mouth despite the stinging pain of a cut at the corner of his mouth from chewing, but in his heart, began yearning for a post-recovery mining journey.

Just then, Biaozi, equipped with the spray, approached. Observing the gaze of the goblin, he quickly understood everything and couldn’t help but chuckle, "You can go get some too, ten pieces for everyone."

"Hmph."

The goblin sneered dismissively at Biaozi, "Foolish human, I didn’t even mine today, how can I claim those mining rewards?!"

"As a high-ranking member of the Fixed Star, do you not understand even this basic principle?"

"If rules can be casually broken, what meaning do they hold?"

"..."

The smile on Biaozi’s face slowly froze, and with a blank expression, he handed over the spray, his voice raspy and emotionless, "Master Mang told me to treat your wounds, and also treat those goblin youngsters of yours."

"They are my kin."

"Yes, goblin kin."

...

Inside the train compartment.

Chen Mang sat at the control panel, not bothered by the happenings outside. Old Pig and others could handle these trifles. He opened the sack from today’s goblin tycoon, filled with several glowing objects, ready to examine the loot.

Four goblin merchants also came today, but because of certain rules.

Until the goblin merchant dies, their sacks cannot be opened.

He didn’t intend to kill these goblin merchants anyway, mainly because the rewards weren’t worth it. These merchants with a top speed of 150 km/h are treasures in the Doomsday context, worth more than any yellow-grade blueprint with a drop chance.

To put it bluntly.

There’s a chance that he might have to use Goblin Merchants as mounts in the future. If he needs to leave the train for other areas, having goblin merchants offers a sense of security. In case of danger, riding on their shoulders provides an escape faster than many Level 1 trains.

Even the Corpse Tide can’t catch up.

Don’t underestimate their small stature; their burst speed is enormous.