The Romantic Life of a Goblin

She recalled her experiences in the Citadel, when she longed to become a more "useful" and "successful" person in order to gain more recognition.

To this end, she spent countless efforts to open up various channels and curry favor with those who might be able to help her.

She engaged in hypocritical intercourse with her classmates, expecting to receive their compliments;

Kneel down before professors and beg for recommendations.

Looking back now, those days made her feel exhausted and depressed.

However, when she saw the sincerity of the girl in front of her, she suddenly realized that the empty achievements she had pursued in the past became insignificant in the face of this sincerity.

Meanwhile, in the Goblin Lair, the titular Big Goblin Abra once again enjoyed a sumptuous barbecue feast.

Although the meat was a bit stale, it was a rare delicacy for the goblins.

After all, the meat of the great jackal dragon was not something they had the chance to eat on a regular basis. This delicious meal made Abra feel extremely satisfied.

Then, the goblin went to the hall and bullied the woman 'on duty' several times.

A submissive woman is good!

Although this kind of lazy and gluttonous life was very comfortable, Abra silently stared at the woman under him, and finally he made up his mind to leave again.

After finishing, Abra picked up his weapon and went to the cave in front to say goodbye to Portugal.

Portugal is another Goblin of the Named Type, and its former leader.

The former leader was surprised to hear that Abra was leaving the lair:

"Isn't life good here? There's delicious food every day!"

Since submitting to their leader Darth Allen, these goblins have been living a prosperous life.

You can enjoy delicious barbecue and stew every day without having to worry about the threat of powerful monsters.

The women also became docile and obedient, and even actively cooperated.

This kind of life is simply a paradise for them, a beauty that they never dared to imagine before.

However, Abra shook his head and said:

"Chief Alan is indeed very powerful, and the living conditions here are also very good, but I don't think I can stay here any longer."

Hearing this, Portugal was very confused and asked the reason. Abra sighed deeply and said slowly:

"The big goblin that was killed by Chief Allen the day before yesterday was once one of my men."

Portuga blinked his eyes and tried to recall for a long time before he remembered that such a thing had indeed happened.

Although only two days had passed, it had almost completely forgotten the incident.

At this moment, it was extremely surprised by Abra's extraordinary memory, because this was far beyond the capabilities of ordinary goblins.

Abra knew from the look on his face that Portuga hadn't taken the matter to heart at all:

"It's no big deal to randomly kill one of our men. We've done that before, but Alan is different."

Abrar went on to explain:

"The scary thing is, it didn't just kill the goblin because it disliked it..."

Portuga tried hard to recall what the old priest preached to him every day:

"Uh... It seems like it broke some rules? Did it fight with the leader for a woman?"

Abra was silent for a while, then burst into a roar:

"No! It was because it beat that woman!"

This is exactly what makes Abra angry:

"What's the big deal about beating a woman? We have killed as many human women as we want in the past! How can beating and killing a woman be considered a violation of the rules?"

Portugal looked at the agitated Abra and tried to calm him down:

"Yeah, you're right. However, it's a pity to kill women in vain. It's better to let them live..."

Abra waved her hand. "That's not the point! What I'm saying is that Alan thinks these women are more important than any of us."

Portuga muttered in his heart: "I also think beautiful women are more important than you", but he didn't say anything to avoid irritating the big goblin in front of him.

Abra slowly calmed down: "On the one hand, I'm worried that I might offend those women one day and be killed for no apparent reason. On the other hand..."

Abra paused:

"These rules make me uncomfortable. I'm not an ordinary goblin. I'm the titled Big Goblin!"

Abra: "I feel like a dog with a collar, with shackles all over my body. I can't do whatever I want like before!" Portugal doesn't quite understand. He feels that his life is very comfortable now.

Although there are many strange rules, such as not urinating or defecating anywhere, not maliciously harming women, etc., what does it matter?

There is ferocious jackal dragon meat to eat here!

This is not more important than anything else.

Ignoring the confused Portuga, Abra continued to narrate his mental journey:

"Although I surrender to the strength of the leader Allen, I feel uncomfortable staying here."

The big goblin roared to the sky:

"I crave battle! I crave women! I want to hear them scream! I want to see them struggle to death! Me! Abra! I need freedom! Freedom!!!"

Portuga looked at his old companion who was roaring in front of him with confusion, scratched his head, and asked:

"Well... wasn't there a girl who really liked being beaten? She even asked us to whip her, and she screamed really nicely..."

As he spoke, the woman's distorted face and her cries of pleasure when she was whipped emerged in his mind, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

When Abra heard this, his eyes widened, and a trace of anger and contempt flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, slapped Portuga in the face, and roared:

"You idiot! What's that? She's just a perverted woman! What we need is real freedom, the freedom to kill, rape, and plunder as we please! Not like now, trapped in this small place, where even going to the toilet has to be controlled by someone!"

Portugal was beaten dizzy and five bright red hand marks were left on his face.

He covered his cheek, looked at Abra with an aggrieved expression, and muttered:

"But... there's delicious meat here... and a warm house to live in..."

Abra sneered and said disdainfully: "That's all you can do! You only know how to enjoy these small favors, but forget our nature as goblins! We should conquer more lands, rob more wealth, and possess more women! Instead of living like this, content with the status quo!"

"It's not like that, I... Never mind, you can't understand me, what I need is freedom!"

The two goblins stared at each other in silence for a while.

Finally, Abra patted Portugal on the shoulder:

"I'm leaving now, take care of yourself."