Preparation complete, Malin opened a short-range teleportation rift here. It should be noted that rifts and portals are similar, but different. Portals are safer but also create more disturbance; any decent Immortal Master or Mage can sense the opening and passage of a teleportation portal once they are at the fifth ring. Usually, strange creatures are involved. However, if it’s a rift, it is much harder to detect, but fewer people can pass through it compared to a portal. Changing the person who opens the portal, the person in charge would probably be afraid of this rift, worrying if people might suddenly disappear halfway through. However, as long as this rift was opened by Malin, he led his people through without hesitation and surprisingly found that the group was already standing on top of a ruin near a small square. Of course, Malin wouldn’t tell them that Salis had already confirmed the coordinates. However, when Malin’s Salis landed on his owner’s shoulder, these smart people needed no further explanation. And from here, looking down, Malin saw goblins building camp walls with various ruins debris, also noticing some goblins harvesting indescribable fruits from nearby plants. "These fruits are edible, but not tasty," the Elf leader introduced to Malin. This made Malin understand a bit, though not tasty, being edible was enough. No matter how hard life gets, people shouldn’t starve, right? In the following observations, it could be basically confirmed that these goblins were similar to scouts from a large community. First, all these goblins wore fur coats made from beast skins, proving that the North American continent was not entirely inhabited by different kinds thriving freely in the frost. There must be areas suitable for life in the north-central regions far from urban areas. After all, in Malin’s eyes, that place was a ghostland with few people and vast lands, but why the North American area never connected with Jason’s group in the end, Malin couldn’t comprehend due to numerous possibilities. Moreover, in Malin’s view, these goblins should not be purely a goblin community — among these goblins was a very strict hierarchy, which contradicted the chaotic nature of goblins. Malin was quite inclined to keep them to see if he could lure out bigger prey. However, since they damaged the Lin Jing ally’s homeland, Malin eventually chose to mark the goblin leader who was issuing commands, then took his axe and went down to the ground. Malin was still small in size, looking even weaker than the goblins, so when these guys noticed Malin, they screamed and surrounded him. Then Malin threw his axe, taking down the leading goblin, then took out dual guns ready to feed these goblins some bullets. The goblins all knelt to the ground by the second gunshot, leaving Malin quite gloomy — what to do, why did the goblins surrender so quickly. Even more gloomy than Malin were Blood Roar and Mana. Blood Roar, who had just sprouted legs, thought he could slash a few goblins with Chaos erosion signs. But who would have thought, before he could lift himself up, the goblins had surrendered. Blood Roar was a butcher and a warrior, but absolutely not a madman who kills those who surrender. With all these doubts, Malin ordered the elves to come down, tied up the goblins, and began interrogations on the spot. Then they got a big answer — these goblins were remnants from a goblin force hammered out by humans in the inland areas. Their elderly, weak, sick, and disabled were all outside the city, and these thirty goblins were the vanguard, entering the city to find food. After all, in the inland wilderness, the available food ran faster than the goblins, and their predators ran faster too. Usually, goblins could plant some land and grub for food, but after being driven from their ancestral dwellings by humans, without food from the fields, when they brought these thousands of remnants here, they could no longer run. Hence, they entered the city with gritted teeth — after all, goblins knew the ruins were very dangerous. Surprisingly, Portsmouth had no dangerous creatures in their previous reconnaissance, so they entered the city boldly on the second detection, finding it quite safe. As they prepared to set up camp and bring in the remnants, Malin arrived. Having been slaughtered by humans before, the goblins, seeing what looked like a human cub, were ready for revenge. Who could have expected such a little brat to be a killer? Coupled with the gunshots, these goblins had been terrified by guns when fighting humans before. Then seeing that axe grow legs and stand up, under multiple pressures, their legs went soft and they chose to surrender — because in their memory, humans don’t kill surrendering goblins. They would only subject them to a 996, right? Malin, while ridiculing, called over Ails. Ails, nowadays different from before, appeared in the primary plane wearing a fur coat and wielding a Holy Water hookah, living like an oriental old manor lord. Upon seeing the tied goblins, Ails reached out, picked one up, first checked its teeth, then inspected its body, and turned to Malin: "A fine labor force, Your Highness Malin." The Elf leader looked at Malin: "Your Highness, you know each other?" Because it was Malin who summoned him, the leader in the end did not pull the trigger on Ails with the heavy crossbow in hand. "Yes, I’m an old acquaintance with His Highness Malin. You may call me Ails, and Gold Oakleaf knows me." After saying that, having heard Malin mention that there were thousands of goblins outside the city, this guy happily rallied his little brothers and marched vigorously out of the city. "What does that guy want goblins for?" The elves — both the leader and the Thainan elves were very curious, because they saw Ails kick the goblins into the teleportation portal he opened. "My Ails has an archipelago in his Semi-Plane, full of plantation estates run by goblins." At this, Malin sighed slightly, because word had it Ails recently picked up a trick from Earth history; he implemented an incentive and penalty system in his estates, dividing goblins in each estate into twelve groups, every week, the top three in work performance would get incentives from the bottom three — 100%, 75%, and 50% respectively, and if the bottom three repeated the same group number, regardless of rank, all rewards would be forfeited. Moreover, if ranking last for four consecutive weeks, this work group’s procreation incentive for the year would be revoked, their procreation incentive slots would be rewarded to the top group unless they secured first for four consecutive weeks in the remaining cycles of the year to avoid penalties. In Ails’s words, this is derived from Earth’s new experience — the Incentive and Penalty Method. "You know, Your Highness Malin, compared with Earth humans, I find my civilization’s nobles understand nothing, if those Earthlings who came up with these ideas were to control the serfs of our world, I believe our civilization would certainly advance to higher levels." Ails assured Malin of this not just once, boasting about advanced experiences from Earth repeatedly. In his view, if every Shepherd managed their flock this way, what worry is there about wool production declining, because shepherds would definitely invest ten times or even a hundred times more effort in tending the flock. "I want to implement such an incentive method in all my estates, merely relying on long hours of labor and the threat of death cannot boost production, only by this way can lazy goblins understand the meaning of hard work!" How far pre-destruction capitalists peaked, Malin doesn’t know, but there is one thing about Ails that Malin thinks isn’t wrong — Ails, this guy, really isn’t human. I gave you so many books, and this is how you train on them.