The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Corolla jumped off the back of the poisonous bird and, together with the pig-headed goblins, raised his arms, shouted loudly, and jumped up and down to celebrate the successful hunt.

This was the second time she had successfully hunted a giant monster since the Great Ferocious Jackal Dragon, and both were famous forest overlords.

She took another solid step on the path of becoming a monster hunter. In less than half a year after becoming a goblin slave, she achieved more than all her previous achievements combined.

This made the female hunter extremely excited and happy.

Alan asked his men to continue preparing the fire and cooking, cutting the flying thunder dragon meat, grilling and stewing it, and holding a grand bonfire party to celebrate.

Everyone sat in a circle, eating barbecue and stew, and the atmosphere was cheerful and noisy.

Ansel was sharing a grilled dragon tongue skewer with Corolla. The meat was tender and juicy and very delicious, but the elf boy was suddenly stunned while chewing the delicious food.

Looking at the bustling scene around him, he suddenly remembered something and his heart tightened.

Once these goblins and pig-headed men have had their fill, they will start wrestling and poker games.

Thinking of this, cold sweat suddenly spread all over my body, and my hand holding the wooden bowl trembled slightly.

His butt still ached, unbearable...

He turned his head, looked at Corolla nervously, and stammered:

"Um, um...I, wait a minute..."

Ansel's voice was a little nervous, even a little incoherent.

Corolla stuffed her mouth with food. As she chewed, she looked at the suddenly panicked elf boy with confusion:

"?? What's wrong?"

Ansiel swallowed hard and tried to calm himself down:

"They, will want that later...?"

Corolla suddenly realized and quickly swallowed the food in his mouth:

"Yes, that's what happened the last time we went hunting the Great Fierce Jackal Dragon."

Alan also came over to join in the fun and said with a smile:

"Haha, Corolla was the only one there that time, it was really hard~"

Although Carola was used to this kind of thing, her face still flushed and she felt a little embarrassed.

The elf boy blushed and begged Allen desperately:

"Well, I... I'm still not feeling well. Can you please not let me participate this time?"

However, before he could finish his words, Carola interrupted him impatiently:

"How can that be! We finally hunted down the Flying Thunder Dragon and the Poison Bird. This is something worth celebrating!"

After hearing this, Ansel suddenly felt a headache. He really couldn't understand why this female hunter would associate being bullied with celebrating her victory.

So he moved closer to Carola and said in a low voice:

"Oh, well... my butt still hurts..."

Unexpectedly, Corolla didn't care at all, but responded carelessly:

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after a few times..."

Hearing these words, the elf boy fell into silence.

This miserable life of a goblin slave...

The next morning, the sunlight shone into the room through the curtains, and Alan slowly opened his eyes from his sleep.

Yesterday, he tried to use the Force to link the elf boy again, but the result was still disappointing.

Despite his best efforts, the barrier in his heart remained as solid as a rock, not moving at all, and even became stronger.

As time went by, his longing for his sister grew.

This kind of emotion does not only come from blood relationship, but is more like an inseparable bond.

Perhaps because of her frequent contact with Allen, this sincere love is mixed with a hint of guilt.

However, this forbidden love did not make him regret or retreat.

On the contrary, it brought out the courage and determination deep within him.

This love may not be tolerated by secular morality, but Ansel doesn't care.

The understanding and recognition from Allen and others gave him strength and made him believe that his choice was correct.

At this moment, the goal that he had been looking forward to day and night and dreaming about was right in front of him. His mood was like the surging waves, and his thoughts were chaotic and hot.

Just like the brightest star in the night sky, it shines brightly in the endless darkness.

Corolla raised his head slightly, his eyes fell on the huge body of the flying thunder dragon on the cart next to him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart.

Becoming a powerful monster hunter has always been her dream, but this road is full of thorns.

Along the way, she experienced countless life and death tests and witnessed the sacrifice of too many companions.

However, it was these difficulties and obstacles that shaped her indomitable will and made her understand that only by continuous growth can she better protect herself and those around her.

She had never dared to imagine that she could achieve her current results and successfully defeat such prey.

Hunting is a task that requires teamwork and is almost impossible for one person to accomplish without the assistance of teammates.

In her past experiences, she had joined the Hunter Association and formed a team with other members, but these experiences did not bring her pleasant memories.

In those teams, she often faced mutual suspicion, ridicule and abuse, and even the formation of cliques and holding each other back.

All this made her feel frustrated and discouraged, and she gradually lost trust in teamwork.

However, the situation is completely different now.

Her heart is filled with warm and gentle strength, which comes from her companions around her.

They gave her endless support, confidence and courage.

Not only Ansel and Alan, but also the women in the nest. When she was with them, she felt sincerity and trust.

Because everyone is Allen's slave and her partner, she will never feel lonely and helpless again.

On the contrary, she found a home where her soul could rest.

The huntress held the elf's hand tightly, hope glittering in her eyes.

She knows that as long as they work together with these partners, they can overcome any difficulties.

Under Alan's Force control, the poison bird took steady steps, and each step was very smooth, so as not to cause any bumps to the two people on its back.

Corolla and Ansel got more and more excited as they talked, and before they knew it, they were holding hands, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

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