Over the next few days, Charles rode around the outskirts of the town, searching for small bands of wandering Goblins and minor Goblin tribes.
When facing Charles, these Goblins basically had no strength to resist at all.
Outside a small Goblin settlement, Charles sat astride his horse, watching from afar.
This Goblin settlement had formed from the gathering of several small bands of wandering Goblins.
It was already some distance from the town, out in the wilderness.
In wilderness that had never undergone modern development, a place like this was exceedingly dangerous for ordinary people.
Though the Wizard Continent was vast and had many powerful Wizards, few were willing to bend down and serve ordinary humans.
At least within the territory controlled by Isata, Charles had never seen any.
If they did not exploit ordinary people or treat them as sacrifices and sources of soul power, that already counted as a sudden awakening of conscience.
This Goblin settlement contained over a hundred Goblins, large and small.
The sun was blazing today, and the weather was scorching, so many Goblins were huddled inside the settlement.
There were crude grass huts within the settlement.
This band of Goblins was not very civilized, but they were intelligent creatures after all. They still knew how to make themselves more comfortable.
Charles held a crystal ball in his hand. The originally transparent ball had now turned pitch-black, looking extremely murky.
If one looked closely, wisps of smoke could even be seen within it.
It was filled with the soul power Charles had gathered recently, all of it coming from these wilderness Goblins.
These small bands of Goblins basically had no productive capacity.
They did not farm; all their food came from gathering and hunting.
Sometimes, they even went to steal from human villages and fields.