The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Their relationships are so close and harmonious that they don't have to rush around for a living and responsibilities every day, nor do they have to do anything to pursue fame, fortune and status.

If I could let go of those hypocritical and arrogant emotions, perhaps I could integrate into this group and become one of them.

However, deep down, I am afraid of being assimilated, worried about losing myself, and eventually becoming the person I least want to be.

The well-educated female scholar felt a little terrified; this was not the lifestyle she had expected.

In her opinion, these women are like the lowest and filthiest prostitutes, trash despised by everyone.

Elodie's heart was not at peace. She fell into a long period of contemplation and struggle alone.

She narrowed her eyes and thought carefully: If she were in the capital or other human cities, how would she treat such a woman? Would she be as hesitant as she is now, or would she decisively choose to stay away or remain indifferent? This contradictory mentality made her fall into deep entanglement.

She would definitely join her classmates and colleagues in despising her, and even spit at her in disgust, throw rotten eggs at her, and mock this despicable woman's self-degradation and shamelessness with others, and then insult her by calling her a slut and a scum.

However, why do they do this? Perhaps it is to show their modesty, perhaps to fit in with the group, or just to satisfy their vanity and to highlight their nobility and chastity.

When Elodie imagined that scene, her heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. Such behavior was so vicious, full of prejudice and malice.

She couldn't understand why people could do such things with such a clear conscience, and she didn't know when she had become so hideous.

If she returns to the capital like this, how will her classmates and colleagues view her?

That dirty and terrifying face made her shudder and even feel nauseous.

Elodi was shaking all over and could only hold on to the rock wall tightly. He gasped with difficulty for a long time before his emotions gradually calmed down.

Faintly, the laughter of women could be heard from time to time in the cave, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing past my ears.

The female scholar couldn't help but recall the eyes of the women in the nest, as clear as lake water, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion surged in her heart.

As time went by, her thoughts gradually became clearer, and her inner hesitation and struggle gradually dissipated, replaced by a firm determination.

Taking a deep breath, the female scholar felt a huge change in her mood.

She realized that compared to living in the outside world full of hypocrisy and vicious people and becoming a sanctimonious hypocrite, she would rather live with the women here.

Once she made up her mind to accept and identify with her identity as a slave girl, she immediately felt her whole body relax, and her previous cautiousness and careful planning seemed no longer important.

Compared to the aristocratic workplace in the outside world full of fraud and fighting, she appreciated the harmony and sincerity shown in this goblin's nest more.

Elodie encouraged himself silently in his heart:

"I am a well-educated scholar with advanced knowledge from the Citadel. Even if I am temporarily at a low point, what's the harm? There are precedents in history of people rising from slavery and eventually becoming marshals.

Consider this a new career challenge in the Goblin Lair! Come on, Elodie! "

After readjusting her mindset, the female scholar was filled with new energy and decided to face her future life with a positive attitude.

At present, she wants to completely integrate into this nest and get along well with everyone, but Elodie doesn’t know what to do next for a moment.

Here, she certainly couldn't use the social skills she used in the royal capital to flatter others. That was what she hated the most right now.

After hesitating for a while, she thought of the most common way of intimate communication between girls here. Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was indeed the best way to be honest and express one's true feelings.

in the forest.

After another day and two nights of travel, Alan and his team were not far from the nest.

Ansel had been lying on the back of the poison bird for such a long time and was feeling much better. His limbs were no longer tired and the pain in his buttocks had also eased a lot.

Seeing that they were about to return to the devil's cave, the elf boy, who had learned from his previous experience, quickly stood up and said goodbye to Alan.

On the one hand, after the Poison Bird is captured, the Barbarian Jaw Dragon may migrate again, and we need to follow the clues and track it quickly without any delay.

On the other hand, Ansiel's butt couldn't take it anymore.

Moreover, he was really afraid of those passionate women. Once he returned to the nest, he didn't know how he would be tormented. Although he no longer rejected hanging out with Alan, being close to those women made him feel guilty of having an affair behind his sister's back.

Alan looked at the shy elf boy and nodded:

"Come back as soon as you find the Brute Jaw Dragon. We can bring this poison bird with us next time we go hunting. It will probably help suppress the Brute Jaw Dragon."

Ansel also felt more confident: "Well, thank you for your help, I believe it will succeed."

Carola also came over: "You don't care about this day, right? Are you really not going back together?"

The elf quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, I...can't delay any longer, my...sister is still waiting for me."

When talking about his sister, the elf looked a little depressed, as they had not seen each other for a long time.

Carola patted Ansel's shoulder:

"If you really return to the elf tribe in the future, remember to introduce your sister to me."

Alan smiled meaningfully: "

If they are unwilling to accept you and your sister, don't forget that the door here is always open to you."

Ansiel was embarrassed but also a little touched: "I don't know what the future will be like, but thank you for understanding me..."

Allen: "My goal is to become the Demon King. If I rule the world, this little thing won't be a problem at all."

Carola thought Alan was just bragging again. She turned around and looked at the elf sincerely:

"Don't worry about what others think. Love doesn't change because of kinship. We all support you!"

Ansel felt his eyes a little moist, he knew that Corolla was sincere.