Richard eventually woke up to the feeling of his cheek being stroked. His first reaction was to check his spear, which he still felt in his hand. Now that he had a second to think, it was pretty obvious who the most likely suspect was.

 

He opened his eyes and saw his Goblin sister, who looked at him with admiration. He couldn't help but smile a bit; as annoying as this little bugger could be, she was, in the end, the one that saved him when his original Goblin mommy abandoned him. Seeing how things work around here, he wasn't so sure what would happen. Goblin mothers took care of their children after their birth for about a week, after which they were considered adults and had to gather their own food or starve.

 

He hasn't seen many kidnappings happen either, which leads him to think goblins mostly care for just their own kin, and that's it.

 

A father had nothing to do with the mother after impregnating her but, more often than not, at least had the decency to dump scraps and leftovers by the female so they could eat. If the goblin female already had children, they sometimes expected them to provide something as well.

 

He didn't notice any siblings when he was born and wasn't sure if he even had any. He most certainly hasn't seen anyone who looked similar to him. Although he most definitely was a goblin, he looked a bit smoother and was bigger than the other newborns.

 

He had observed his fellow goblins and noticed they were around 90cm when born and either stopped growing or grew to a max of 106 cm; that's how big a normal adult goblin could become. Yet he was already 110CM.

 

Now that he was thinking about it, His nose felt smaller, and he felt something annoying between his legs. His body was also a little itchy from what he assumed to be yesterday's fight. Soon, he felt something else between his legs, which most definitely shouldn't be there.

 

He looked his adopted sis in the eye and slapped the hand which was now holding his nutsack, which...... Felt surprisingly nice and, well, Different...

 

She pouted a little as if she were the victim of this matter, which Richard simply ignored. Instead, he moved his own hand towards his sack and felt it out... Which underwent quite a change. In the early days, it could be best described as some type of blubber-like ball, yet now it actually had skin. Although still greenish, it had actual skin; It was, in fact, a humanoid ransack...

 

He was quick to check the little brother that always accompanied his sack and was quick to notice that almost nothing there had changed. It was still the same humanoid cock, Well, With the exception of that bulb at the base, which had become a bit bigger.

 

'I believe it was called a knot or something along those lines? Pretty sure dogs had it in my world.'

 

His hand went towards his nose, which also went from a more round, sorry excuse of a nose to a more refined one. He moved his fingers over his skin and was greeted by soft, human-like skin rather than rough goblin skin. Although he couldn't see the skin on his face, he could see his arms, which looked smooth and just like a human's.... Except for the fact that it's green, of course.

 

He stood up and stretched himself out, followed by the admiration-filled eyes of his little bonus sis.

 

' I should really ask her what her name is.'

 

Yet before he could, he suddenly realized that she was smaller...

 

' Wait, that doesn't make sense. '

 

He was quick to realize that he, in fact, was the one that grew bigger, and after comparing himself to some other goblins and making some basic estimations, he guessed himself to be around 130 CM, which was a whopping 20 cm bigger than he previously was. It was also about the size of the smallest big goblin.

 

' I should change how I name those brutes..... Hob goblin it is. '

 

He kept calling those things big goblins, but they clearly weren't just normal goblins since they were a lot bigger and also wider and more muscular. So if he considered the small green little creatures goblins, then it was natural to name the bigger ones hobgoblins like the fantasy stories back in his own world called them.

 

He was now even better at looking down at his goblin sister and the first thing on his mind, As shameful as it was.

 

Ze Gizi stiga niba mika gizanga kila rekoka viba zagaja ziniakifa

 

(The spear is now mine. Don't worry, I'll return something eventually.)

 

To which his goblin sister responded

 

Gizanga Kila nosiki kazaja zukoko

 

(Don't worry baby has earned it.)

 

Richard couldn't help but frown upon being called a baby once again. After all, He was quite bigger than her. Previously, he put up with it since she had, in fact, saved him when he was a baby, but it was time for her to recognize him the same way he recognized her.

 

ginji kila niji nosiki sinshaka kolulu

 

(I'm not your baby. I'm your brother.)

 

To which she responded

 

Gijiniki nosiki

 

(No Baby)

 

Richard patiently put his spear on the ground, after which he decided to solve it in a more goblin-like manner. He shoved her against the ground and got on top of her. He put one hand on each of her shoulders and spoke once again.

 

ginji kila niji nosiki sinshaka kolulu zusiki gijji zagiki gajango srhriki

 

(I'm not your baby; I'm your brother, and you will address me as such.)

 

Instead of gaining a pout, some protest, and finally an admittance, he found her blushing, Giving a soft nod and accepting it quietly. Honestly, If she wasn't a goblin, she might've been quite cute.

 

He got off her and gently helped her back up, after which he asked her.

 

Gizaka gouba gizago gihunta

 

(Wanna go hunting with me?

 

To which she responded

 

Giba

 

(Gladly

 

As Richard made his way outside with his trusty spear and goblin sister in hand he briefly wondered whether she wasn't armed and was quick to ask so.

 

" Why are you unarmed? "

 

To which the girl responded.

 

" Gave you spear. "

 

Richard simply chuckled and decided to first find her something to at least defend herself with. He considered making a long spear and using a small or thin tree for it or at least part of it but decided against it. When hunting in this forest, he wanted to keep his mobility, and the longer the spear, the trickier that was.

 

He didn't want to sacrifice too much mobility for reach, so he searched for a suitable stick, and considering how weak she was, he didn't want a short spear either. Lucky for him he was in a forest and managed to find something relatively quickly after which he started working on it.

 

He searched for a stone and started scraping against it, Polishing it, and trying to make a pointy edge. His goblin sister interrupted him, Offering a sharp stone that she kept under her loin cloth.

 

" That's very smart of you sis. "

 

He stopped scraping the stick, which was meant to be the spear, over the rock and instead started to use the sharp stone. Halfway there, he paused for a moment to clear a bit of the ground and make a fire nearby. It was dry and thus not hard to do for a former medieval peasant such as himself.

 

While the fire was slowly growing, he finished up the spear; by the time he had done that, the fire was of decent size. He had seen some syrup leaking out of a tree earlier and decided to further strengthen the spear.

 

He smashed the gap a little bigger with a rock, after which he covered the spear tip with syrup. He did the same with the spear his goblin sister made, after which he put it over the fire.

 

Her sister naturally watched with curiosity and asked multiple questions. So, Richard explained the process he was going through; he had no idea if it worked in this world, but in his own world, covering a wooden spear tip in syrup and holding it over a fire worked to further strengthen it.

 

As someone from a farmer's family, they didn't exactly have metal spears or anything of the sort lying around. Not wanting to risk the limited tools they had available, they often made wooden spears to hunt in periods when there wasn't as much to do.

 

Richard was still relatively young, so he didn't truly hunt there, Nor did he often get the chance as a slave. But he did make spears and other such basic things in the past.

 

After the spear tips were fire hardened, he went over it with a smooth stone to finish it up, further strengthening the tip. Once that was done, he turned the new one to his goblin sis since her old one was surprisingly well made.

 

Her sister's spear was also the perfect size; she probably wanted to impress one of the bigger goblins higher in the hierarchy and settled for lower after being rejected.

 

Since he actually wanted to hunt and eat smth before the end of the day, he decided not to waste any more time. His focus was solely on the spear tip, so he hadn't removed the bark and fire-hardened the rest of the spear, which meant the spear wouldn't last as long. If it was properly debarked and fire-hardened all over, it could last for years, Assuming it was properly cared for.

 

After everything was done, Richard put out the fire and continued his hunt. He was quick to find a boar; wanting to sneak up on the weird-looking thing, he was interrupted by his sister.

 

" No, Spiky boar dangerous. "

 

Richard assumed it had to do with the weird pikes along its back that looked similar to that of a porcupine. Then again, That's what they had spears for didn't they?

 

" We have spears, right? We just use the reach to poke them through the eyes and either kill them that way or, if we can't, poke on different spots and wait until they bleed out. If they charge, we run; if they run, we charge. "

 

To which his goblin sis shook her head.

 

" No, Spiky boar shoot spike. "

 

Hearing this new information, Richard decided to back off; after all, These creatures lived in groups. He made some more conversation with his goblin sis while backing off and learned that these creatures indeed defended one another.

 

Since he didn't want to be turned into a pin cushion, he decided to settle for simpler prey. So, He continued his search in the forest, Making sure to frequently check his back just in case. During one of those quick checks, he noticed that something had found him instead.

 

He reacted just in time to retaliate to the aerial creature's assault. Pushing his spear forward to pierce a harpy through its shoulder. These creatures were nasty predators, and he had seen them scoop up smaller goblins in front of the pack cave before.

 

They could dive without making a sound and were sneaky little killers. They were especially annoying for goblins because although often bigger than small prey, goblins weren't as heavy as boars and other such creatures, thus making them excellent prey. They were also a lot smaller than squirrels and bunnies and thus easier to spot.

 

So goblins pretty much were goblin food, especially since goblins didn't often have archers, and they didn't craft bows themselves and only looted them. Even then, a goblin actually needed to be patient enough to learn and practice with it, which was rare as well.

 

The only thing a harpy had to do to catch its prey was grab it by the neck and lift it up. A quick dive, Piercing its talons into its neck, and then just flying away with the body. Goblins often didn't react in time, so spear throws were very ineffective; it always took goblins a bit to react to such sudden ambushes.

 

Although Richard reacted in time, he still felt the tip of one of its talons scratch over his skin while he pushed the creature away with his spear. Blood gushed out of the harpy's shoulder while his own arm also produced a crimson trial, Although considerably smaller.

 

The creature tried to flap away, Using its strong feathered wings. Richard, knowing that pulling back would only allow the creature to get away, decided to step forward. While doing so, he thrusts his spear further and starts to work the creature towards the ground. The harpy didn't have hands and had wings in it's stead. It was unable to fight over the spear with him because of this.

 

Its wings, however, were almost purely muscle, which made it quite difficult to push down. Richard however managed to create more distance between the two thanks to the spear and the creature was now unable to scratch him with it's sharp talons.

 

This however also meant that Richard, With the distance between them had a hard time working her on the ground. The distance between the two made exerting enough force a lot harder, Not to mention the downward angle he wanted to push her into.

 

Luckily for him, his little goblin sis came to the rescue, Yet instead of properly sweeping its talon-like feet off the ground, it decided to stab the creature as well. She hit it in the other shoulder, Following the example of his brother, and although Richard appreciated the help, he couldn't exactly appreciate the effectiveness of it.

 

He wanted to push her to the ground while his sister was basically pushing her back towards him. So Richard was quick to scream angrily.

 

" Use the stick to hit the feet so it falls. "

 

Her little sister was a little shocked by Richards's angry voice, which he hadn't used before, and was quick to obey while the harpy screamed in a language unfamiliar to him. It mostly existed out of pained grunts and low and high pitches of some sort.

 

The harpie wings couldn't reach backward, so his sister had a relatively easy time. When she attempted to sweep her feet, Max also assisted in trying to push the creature down once again, which finally succeeded.

 

Once it fell down, Max kept it pinned on the ground and slowly made his way up to its right. Once that was done, he quickly let go of his spear and leaped onto the ground. He started to push her side up, Trying to work her front toward the ground since she was hardly swinging her wings back and forth while her talons were doing the same. Trying to prevent anyone from jumping on top of her or damaging her front, not that it was too effective against them since they had spears.

 

Richard, however, didn't want to kill the creature. No, He wanted to learn its skill or language, whatever he could get from it. The harpy, on the other hand, only assumed it was about to get eaten and was simply following its instinct as it spasmed around.

 

When he started flipping her around, she quickly assisted Richard. The harpy moved it's talons to the ground to gain a grip and wanted to quickly push itself back up and fly away. Richard, however, was quicker and quickly jumped onto its back, Assisted by his sister when it tried to get up.

 

The harpy wasn't quick enough and was thus forced towards the ground, where it tried to push itself up with its wings but was unable to do so. The spear that was pushed into its shoulder was already on the ground; It had fallen out during their struggle, not that Richard minded.

 

He knew it was female because he had noticed its breasts when he was attacked by the creature. The harpy was your stereotypical fantasy creature with wings instead of arms and sharp talons as feet. Besides the talons, the legs were mostly human, with the exception that they were covered in feathers right until their thigh, which was just like the normal human body. So was her torso. Only her arms and legs were feathered covered, as well as

It kept resisting and spasming, Trying to fight its attacker off. Max, however, simply leaped on her back, Pushing his knees between her legs and widening her legs that way so her talons couldn't reach him.

 

While he fought against the creature, his loincloth ground over her naked half, Causing his boner to harden against it, and once the creature felt that, it started to calm down. It finally realized that it wasn't about to be eaten, but that didn't mean it wouldn't resist anymore.