"Generally, we don't eat it, but if really starving, we do." A Bear Goblin looked at him for a long time, then answered honestly.
Upon hearing this, the life-loving Elder Damai felt it was a huge mistake that he had just recommended Lord Richard to keep these Bear Goblins.
"What do you do when you get sick?" Liu Zhenhan asked again.
"We rarely get sick, but if anyone does, we throw them out into the wilderness." Another Bear Goblin with swelled cheeks eagerly answered, "If one gets hurt in battle, and we are near, we would come to these priests living on the Red Earth Highland for treatment; if we are too far, we don't bother coming over, too troublesome."
"Why don't you just kidnap these ascetic monks to treat your ailments?" Liu Zhenhan found it amusing and started making a joke by pointing at the elderly Andulan and Green Party Mantis.
"They are too ugly." The Bear Goblin rolled his eyes, looking at the few monks for a while, and said something that wounded the monks' pride.
