When the food was served, the goblin chief Rumba ate until his eyes shone.
Nalant had not expected him to be such a glutton.
And that was indeed the case. As the goblin chief ate, he cried out inwardly.
Human food is actually this delicious. My father used to be chief, but in Death Swamp, all we could eat were giant loaches and wild vegetables!
And even after I became chief, our meals never changed. Every now and then, we could eat magical beast meat hunted by the one-eyed trolls.
But the cooks in my tribe made it unbearably awful.
Yet this human noble gets to eat so many delicious foods, especially that cream cake and this grape wine. How can such delicacies exist in this world?!
"So, Chief Rumba, are you satisfied with the food I provided?"
Nalant took in Rumba's table manners without batting an eye and calmly asked.
"Mmm, delicious! Honorable sir, these foods are truly far too delicious!" Goblin Rumba answered without the slightest guard, immediately nodding in affirmation.
"It is fine if you like it. Then I hope you will let me see your abilities next." Nalant nodded, his meaning unclear.
In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.
Just as Nalant finished cultivating, Big Stone came to report that the goblin master craftsman had completed the construction of the crossbow cart.
"So quickly?"
Nalant was slightly surprised. He had assumed he would have to wait until tomorrow.
"Come, let's take a look!"
Without further nonsense, Nalant set off at once.
Truth be told, he was rather looking forward to it.
If the goblins' craftsmanship truly was that good, would that not mean he could gain a large group of skilled craftsmen?
Moreover, he could complete the task issued by the system