Dancing with Trade Prince Marty's beautiful daughter was a dream come true for the local bully Rick.
Rick behaved exactly like an aristocrat, with a confident smile, and walked straight toward Nissa, the daughter of the Trade Prince.
"Would you like to dance?" Rick asked gracefully.
Perhaps Rick's suit was too dazzling, or perhaps the palm-sized diamond brooch on his chest was simply blinding to the Goblin's eyes.
"Why not?" Nissa smiled and accepted the hoodlum's invitation.
Goblins rely on their clothes; beneath their glamorous exteriors, no one knows what kind of people they are.
In fact, Rick was just a Goblin Mogul owned everything. His lowly status meant that even touching Nissa's shadow was an insult to her, giving her nightmares for days.
The two walked to the center of the ballroom, dancing and chatting. Rick introduced himself first, claiming to be a wealthy businessman from Steamwheedle Port, which surprised Nissa.
"I don't remember my father inviting the Goblins from Steamwheedle Port."
Rick smiled faintly, revealing a mysterious smile, "There's nothing that Almond Biscuit Coin can't buy."
This domineering attitude won Nissa's favor, and the two soon started talking about Steamwheedle Port.
"I heard Steamwheedle Prince is in trouble." Nissa mocked her father's rival without reservation. "Rumor has it that Steamwheedle Enterprises only cooperates with Orcs, losing the Goblins ' neutral stance."
"Rumors are just rumors." Rick had only a superficial understanding of the secrets between the Trade Princes and could only offer a perfunctory response.
"Our Rustwater Port is completely different," Nissa said, speaking of business, which she was unfamiliar with. "We treat all our business partners equally, whether Orcs or humans. We trade with Jaina of Theramore, and just a few days ago we bought a shipload of Swamp Crocolisk skins; our guild also hosts Orcs, consuming a thousand roasted Goblin cubs every day."
Goblins are creatures with an extremely high reproductive capacity, just like rabbits and mice, and they reproduce without restraint. Nissa talked about her Goblin cubs with a face full of pride, and she didn't see anything wrong with it.
Rick was very familiar with this business; he had once worked as a kitchen helper at the club, cleaning the internal organs of Goblin cubs, most of which he took home to eat. He immediately showed a longing look. "That's a rare delicacy, oh no, it's a good business opportunity. Steamwheedle Port hasn't started offering this kind of service yet."
"Steamwheedle Port is not competitive," Nissa boasted. "The Kezan Isles won't sell Goblin cubs to Steamwheedle Port, and Orcs won't travel long distances into the desert for a meal."
Rick shrugged, a mysterious smile on his face, though he didn't really know how to answer.
When the topic of Orcs came up, Nissa blushed and looked shy, saying, "You know, the great Savior Thrall is my idol. He is so noble and great. I really wish I were born a female Orcs so I could marry the great Savior."
Even the daughter of the Trade Prince didn't know the true nature of the Savior Thrall, let alone the petty thug Rick, who also showed admiration, his eyes filled with stars.
"Yes, Thrall, the Savior, was so great. He Consecration everything to save Azeroth. What an honor it would be to serve by Thrall's side."
Nissa's expression was serious, as if she were making a vow. "I am willing to do anything for the Savior Thrall, including everything."
Robbie hid in a corner, listening intently to their conversation. Rick was clearly captivated by Nissa, forgetting his original mission, but Nissa's mention of Jaina piqued Robbie's interest.
Prince Marty the Trade Prince did business with Jaina, acquiring Swamp Crocolisk skins, which seemed perfectly reasonable.
But Jaina was a person to be wary of, forcing Robbie to take her seriously. So he secretly transmitted a message using magic. "Rick, inquire about the trade with Jaina. Don't forget your mission."
Rick then realized his purpose, his mind clearing considerably. He quickly put on a friendly smile, knowing how to begin the conversation. "I heard Jaina is an Archmage; I didn't know she was also in business."
Nissa tried her best to recall everything about Jaina, wanting to appear knowledgeable and not fall behind in the conversation. After a long silence, she replied:
"A lovely human woman. Theramore is a beautiful place with stunning beaches. Many of our technicians traveled to Theramore by boat."
Goblin Technicians Enter Theramore?
Robbie was suddenly startled. Goblins were extremely harsh on their subordinates, wishing they could skin them alive and suck their marrow. Going on vacation was out of the question.
Perhaps the acquisition of crocodile skins is just a smokescreen, and the real purpose is to transport Goblin technicians into Theramore. Undoubtedly, the Goblin technicians serve the Burning Legion.
Therefore, it can be deduced that the Burning Legion's rear base, the secret base of the Fel Reaver production line, was built in Theramore, hidden somewhere in Dustwallow Marsh.
What an unexpected bonus!
An old Goblin arrogantly greeted the guests. He wore a magnificent robe and held a rusty cane in his hand, the symbol of the Rustwater Cartel's power, the supreme Rustwater Scepter.
Looking at the wrinkled old Goblin, Robbie secretly ruled him out. He was too weak, just an ordinary Goblin, clearly a stand-in for Trade Prince Marty.
Where is the real Trade Prince hiding? Perhaps only his daughter knows.
Robbie used the Eye of C'Thun to carefully examine every room in the mansion, and as expected, he found nothing. Marty did not attend her daughter's birthday party as Rick had said.
However, Robbie made an unexpected discovery.
In a banquet hall behind the mansion, Robbie discovered a dozen fully armed Orcs, whose leader was none other than the familiar Eitrigg, who was devouring a delicious plate of roasted Goblin cubs.
Why is Eitrigg here? Robbie somewhat surprised.
In Eitrigg's pocket was an ancient recipe, and after reading it, Robbie finally understood the true purpose of this birthday party.
Robbie whispered to Rick, instructing him, "Don't show any surprise. Repeat everything I told you to Nissa in her ear, and make sure it sounds natural."
Rick quickly leaned close to Nissa's ear and whispered:
"Beautiful Nissa, you are so beautiful and captivating, truly mesmerizing."
Nissa smiled mockingly. "Are you going to propose to me? My father won't allow it."
"No, no!" Rick interrupted Nissa rudely, "Your beauty makes me reluctant to admit it, so I must tell you the truth and talk about your most revered Savior, Thrall."
Upon hearing news of Thrall, Nissa's face lit up with anticipation, her eyes glazed over, and her heart fluttered.
"The great Savior Thrall obtained a secret recipe called Schisandra, from the ancient Kezan Troll," Rick said calmly. "It is said to be the Trolls' highest alchemical achievement, containing precious herbs such as Nightmare Vine, Void Flower, Ancient Lichen, and Golden Sansam. The main ingredient, in particular, is extremely rare, requiring five young Goblins."
Nissa asked with concern, "My God, is the great Savior ill? Why does he need an ancient remedy?"
"That shouldn't be your concern," Rick said regretfully. "Beautiful lady, you are one of the key ingredients."