The Romantic Life of a Goblin

In one of the carriages, Patrick and Nelson sat side by side.

Patrick has a pair of deep blue eyes, neatly combed black hair, and a slightly thin figure, but he exudes a unique charm.

He is 26 years old this year, with two delicate mustaches on his face, which makes him look more mature and stable.

Since his elder brother, Baron Theran, had left no male heirs, he expected the title to eventually fall into his hands.

This also caused him to often behave arrogantly and recklessly in his territory.

The old earl's return to his territory is a rare opportunity for Patrick.

If he could get the old earl's approval, then his succession to his brother's title would be a foregone conclusion.

For this reason, he joined the team to welcome the old earl without hesitation and became the most active member.

At this moment, Patrick held a gold-inlaid teacup in his hand, sniffing the tea fragrance in the cup, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Dear Nelson, do you think the Count will introduce me to a beautiful granddaughter this time?"

He blinked, gave a sly smile, and continued:

"You know, that old guy has two granddaughters who are not married yet."

Nelson coughed lightly and responded quickly:

"Sir, please don't say that. The Earl's two granddaughters are still young. One is only six years old, and the other..."

The artist hesitated for a moment, then spoke hesitantly:

"I heard that she already has a boyfriend in the capital."

Patrick frowned slightly, seemingly not caring about the news. He said calmly:

"I know, but so what? The Count was banished back to the countryside, and her boyfriend has already abandoned her. Otherwise, is she still waiting to be implicated?"

Nelson raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion:

"Since you know that the Earl was demoted for his crimes, why do you still want to... marry him?"

Patrick sighed softly, slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and his eyes became deep and complicated. After a moment of silence, he said softly:

"Even if I failed in the capital, I would still be a local lord or earl, with a prominent status. But I don't even have a title now. The gap is too big."

There was a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in his voice.

Then, Patrick smiled again, his eyes revealing a sense of anticipation and confidence:

"Besides, who knows if the Earl will make a comeback in the future?"

Nelson pinched his fingers and poured another cup of milk tea for Patrick, and asked carefully:

"Oh? Did you hear something, sir?"

The corners of Patrick's mouth rose slightly, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, but at the same time there was also a hint of complacency.

He coughed lightly and said mysteriously:

"It's just a rumor..."

Patrick wanted to show off to Nelson that he was well-informed, but he held back. After all, he knew that Nelson was not his confidant, but just a jester for his entertainment.

Patrick grabbed Nelson's hand as he was about to pour tea for himself, gently stroked his fingers, and said in an ambiguous voice:

"If you can successfully establish a relationship with the Earl this time, you will have another chance to hold an art exhibition in the capital. Don't you have any idea about this?"

Nelson slowly put down the teapot, and put his other hand on the back of Patrick's hand, with a sissy smile on his face:

"Sir, don't you know me? You should know my thoughts best..."

As their faces got closer and closer, the carriage suddenly slowed down, and the servant's voice came from outside:

"Sir, there seems to be some problems on the road ahead."

……

I saw a thick tree trunk lying across the middle of the post road, completely blocking it.

The convoy transporting construction materials was forced to stop, and the team of adventurers hired to escort them quickly went forward to check the situation.

The team leader was a muscular, stout woman with a huge axe on her back. It was obvious at a glance that she was a power warrior.

Traveling with her was a Hobbit scout, a small man with a pair of clever and cunning eyes.

The Hobbit scout carefully examined the broken part of the tree and made his own judgment:

"It was obviously cut recently, but it doesn't look like it was done by thieves. Judging from the fracture, it didn't seem to have been cut by a sharp blade, but more like it was gouged by some crude tool."

The team leader looked around vigilantly and found nothing unusual.

So she ordered the Hobbits to continue scouting the surrounding environment, and arranged for the other team members to disperse around and remain on alert to deal with possible emergencies.

Soon after, the Hobbits found a large number of Goblin footprints around them, and there were a lot of them.

The team leader and several teammates discussed for a moment and decided to turn around and find their employer to report the current situation.

The captain stood outside the carriage and watched Patrick stick his head out of the carriage window.

"Sir, I think a group of goblins have set up an ambush nearby. They are likely planning to rob the travelers passing by."

Patrick looked around suspiciously, muttering to himself:

"Where are the goblins? Why can't I see a single shadow?"

When he learned that they were only going to face weak monsters like goblins, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his worries were reduced a lot.

The team leader touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"They must have been scared away by the large number of people in our convoy. After all, the Goblins are not very strong."

Patrick cherishes his life very much and respects the opinions of professionals. He asked quickly:

"So what should we do now? Should we continue to move forward, or should we return to the Adventurer's Guild to issue a mission to subjugate the goblins?"

The team leader looked around, looking at his companions who were still on high alert, frowned and said:

"If there are too many goblins, continuing to move forward may result in casualties and property damage. It is best to scout the surrounding environment first..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the Hobbit scout scream:

"Found them, here they are!"

All the adventurers clenched their weapons and quickly took alert postures, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Then I saw five goblins being driven out of the forest. They screamed and fled in panic like headless flies.

The Hobbits followed closely behind, shooting with short bows in their hands.

One of the goblins was so frightened that it rushed towards the convoy.

One of the adventurers swung his sword without hesitation and chopped him down to the ground.

Another goblin was shot by the hobbit's arrow and rolled into the grass after being injured.

The other goblins fled in the direction the caravan came from, and some even rushed into the woods on the side of the road.