On my way to Talia's shed, I heard a scream echo from somewhere in the distance.
I didn't even bother turning toward it.
At this point, that sort of thing had become normal.
Over the past few days, I had distributed several skill lines to goblins who showed promise, and it had fallen to Dribb and Kharos to make sure they actually learned how to use them before the King's Games arrived.
Unfortunately for the recipients, their teaching methods were... direct. Very direct.
Most lessons eventually ended with someone getting thrown into the dirt, punched in the face, or beaten badly enough that Sheera had to patch them up afterward. Still, as unpleasant as it was, the results were difficult to argue with.
The goblins were improving. Rapidly.
Sometimes the fastest way to learn wasn't through explanations. It was through making mistakes and immediately suffering the consequences.
The scream was followed by Dribb's booming laughter.
Yep. Definitely training.
I continued walking.
