After all, they were of the same race.
Rigurd thought so.
"Then when will the lords return?"
The old Goblin asked Rigurd.
Rigurd scratched his head.
"I don't know either. Lord Rimuru and Lord Morax have gone to the Dwarf Kingdom. They should be back in a few days, but I don't know the exact time."
"Is that so?"
Only then did the old Goblin learn that this village had two leaders, named Rimuru and Morax.
"Since the two lords have not returned yet, I can't decide whether to let you enter the village. I can only ask you all to stay outside the village for a while. Once the two lords return, we'll consider what to do with you."
Rigurd addressed all the Goblins.
"Of course, of course."
The old Goblin said tremulously.
"Don't worry. Once the two lords return, I'll report your request to them. For now, you can only settle down outside the village. If you need help, we'll send people to assist you."
Rigurd patiently told the old Goblin.
"Thank you, thank you."
The old Goblin hurriedly thanked him.
"However, you'll have to prepare your own food. Our village's supplies aren't abundant either, so we can't help you with that."
Rigurd continued.
"Of course. That is only proper."
The old Goblin quickly agreed. They had come to seek refuge; how could they possibly make so many demands? It was already good enough that they were not being driven away.
Throughout the Jura Great Forest, only one's own kin and those one lived alongside could barely be trusted. Others, even those of the same race, could not be trusted. They had no right to demand anything, let alone when they were the weaker side. Besides, there were not many young and strong Goblins in his village.
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