"All right, go do whatever you need to do. Guy, take me to see the magic medicine fields."
After handing out the rewards, Huo Ling waved his hand and dismissed the other hobgoblins.
He then followed Guy toward the place where the goblins cultivated magic medicines.
The tribe was barely the size of a fart; after only a few steps, Huo Ling saw the magic medicine fields.
Huo Ling looked at the two plots before him, which together did not even amount to half a mu, his face neither pleased nor displeased.
Sure enough, he still could not place too much hope in goblins.
Listening to Guy's report, he had thought they were growing a great many magic medicines. He had not expected the place to be this tiny.
Huo Ling moved closer and bent down to inspect the magical herbs growing there.
More than half were herbs needed for Hemostatic Herb, which had some value, but not much.
The other plot contained a mishmash of magic medicines, including Snakestripe Grass, an ingredient needed for mana recovery potions.
However, there were not many of them planted. Seeing this, Huo Ling had already gained a clear sense of the value of these two plots.
He asked Guy, "Who is responsible for planting and managing these two fields?"
Those capable of cultivating magic medicines were scarce talents among goblins. He needed to nurture them properly.
"Previously, Shaman Malo and his assistant were responsible for managing them, along with several goblin slaves who worked as laborers and tended these magic medicines."
Guy beckoned, and seven or eight goblins ran over from nearby and knelt on the ground.
"They are the slaves responsible for tending the magic medicines. This one is Shaman Malo's assistant."
Guy pointed at one of the goblins as he spoke