The female goblin capture mission proceeded at an accelerated pace today, driven by the fact that not only was Arthur expecting offspring, but so were his six elite bodyguards.

  Seven new mouths to feed... and seven new reasons for Arthur to be distracted.

  This shared paternal anticipation fueled Noah's ruthless efficiency as he scoured the forest, eliminating any goblin encountered.

  Gotta thin the herd. Can't have them overrunning the place.

  Fortune smiled upon their endeavor; Noah's search yielded an impressive eleven female goblins.

  Eleven? That's... a lot.

  Hope Arthur knows what he's doing.

  This brought their current count to 250 male goblins and 23 females, six of whom were already Arthur's consorts.

  Still a massive imbalance.

  Wonder how long before things get... complicated.

  Noah's perception of goblins had undergone a significant shift.

  He no longer subscribed to the common belief that they were inherently driven by uncontrollable lust.

  Guess I was wrong about that.

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  His observations revealed a surprising tenderness within goblin society.

  They demonstrated a deep romantic attachment to their mates, particularly during pregnancy. The male goblins exhibited a strong desire to remain close to their expectant partners, prioritizing their health and well-being.

  They treated their wives not as mere possessions, but as cherished queens, highlighting a level of emotional complexity previously unseen by Noah. Huh. More civilized than I gave them credit for.

  Maybe Arthur's onto something.

  This newfound understanding challenged his preconceived notions and painted a more nuanced picture of goblin culture. Still doesn't mean I trust them, though.

  The goblins, dedicated to Arthur's kingdom, prioritize their work above all else.

  Unpaired goblins show little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on building the best realm for their king.

  However, a gift of a female goblin from Arthur would be received with pride, fulfilling both their king's wishes and their natural desires, while still maintaining their commitment to the kingdom's prosperity.

  Efficient little buggers. Loyal, too.

  Makes my job easier, I suppose.

  Noah's discovery of the goblin-cultivated potato and corn fields was remarkable.

  The crops, barely a day old, already displayed vigorous growth, likely due to the exceptionally pure air and optimal climate.

  These spuds are growing like weeds.

  And corn, too? Who knew? Despite the goblins' perceived lack of intelligence, they proved surprisingly adept at mimicking Noah's demonstrated planting techniques.

  Monkey see, monkey do, I guess.

  But it works. Using the provided tools, they flawlessly replicated his actions, transforming the landscape into a burgeoning testament to the power of simple instruction and the surprisingly fertile environment.

  This unexpected agricultural success underscored the goblins' capacity for learning and adaptation, challenging preconceived notions about their abilities.

  Maybe they're not so dumb after all. Just... different.

  Arthur, level 9, and his six bodyguards, all level 8… tempting. One swift move, and I could be level 9. But… look at them.

  Those… those faces.

  Like puppies.

  Innocent.

  Almost… like my own kids.

  Could I really?

  No.

  I can't.

  Not worth it.

  Not for a level.

  Not for anything.