The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Allen introduced the artist couple:

"This person is called Annie. She is my apprentice and also my slave girl. I hope you can get along well with each other in the future."

Looking at the girl in front of them, the couple felt very confused because from the outside, she did not seem to be forced.

The entire team drove ten carriages, moved slowly, and resumed their daily routine of staying out at night and staying asleep during the day.

In the forest, on a moving carriage, artist Nelson, who had just experienced a fierce wrestling match, lay on the floor of the carriage and slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was covered in stains.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ears:

"Are you awake?"

He turned around and saw his wife Denise kneeling beside him, also covered in dirt.

Since there was only drinkable water left in the carriage and there was no river nearby for them to clean themselves, they could only remain in this filthy state.

In order to avoid getting their clothes dirty, the new slaves had to stay naked on the cart, and they did not dislike each other.

The sour smell emanating from the carriage was really disgusting, but they gradually got used to it over time.

The artist began to recall his experiences last night, and those absurd and bizarre things made him feel incomprehensible.

Thinking about it calmly now, it's a miracle that they survived.

Nelson endured the pain in his body with difficulty, slowly sat up, held his wife Denise's hand tightly, carefully checked her whole body to make sure she was not injured, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Denise gave a bitter smile:

"I just woke up not long ago."

Nelson shook his head, still feeling a lingering fear:

"If we have to go through such a fierce struggle every day, I am afraid our lives will not last long..."

Denise sighed:

"The goblin named Notis said that this is because we are on the road now, there are too few female slaves, and there are still many female slaves in their nests. Then they won't be so... so... tired."

Nelson looked at his wife's haggard face and asked distressedly:

"Dani, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

Denise forced a smile and replied:

"It's OK, just sore all over."

As the two were talking, the carriage door suddenly opened. It turned out that Notis brought them barbecue, bread and a large bowl of mushroom soup.

They had not had a good meal for a long time since being captured, and they had suffered inhuman torture yesterday. They were already starving.

The couple didn't care about anything else and just grabbed the food with their hands and started to wolf it down.

The food tasted pretty good, but the foul smell of the stains on the body was really unbearable and greatly affected the appetite.

In the carriage behind, the twin sisters had just woken up.

Although they were all trained, they were in so much pain yesterday because the wrestling match was too intense that they were both still a little dazed.

Now the two sisters are helping each other wipe the stains off their bodies.

Becky looked at her sister and asked worriedly:

"Sister, are you okay? I see your thighs are shaking a little..."

Betty took a deep breath and tried to keep herself awake:

"Well, I'm still a little confused. This is the first time I've encountered such a situation. Becky, why do you think this new master wants us to wrestle with other people? Didn't the teacher say that men are possessive?"

Becky shook her head. She didn't know the reason either, so she could only guess:

"Maybe, because they are not humans, but goblins..."

Betty recalled what happened yesterday and couldn't help but feel excited:

"Yeah, but yesterday... wrestling with the goblins was so much fun..."

Betty hugged her shoulders, her body still trembling slightly: "This is much more comfortable than what the teacher taught me before. Those who performed for us have never been so intense."

Becky couldn't help but shudder, and said in a trembling voice:

"I, I can't stand it. Yesterday's wrestling match was just too much."

The cruel scene of yesterday kept appearing in her mind, and her heart was filled with fear and anxiety.

Betty was silent for a while, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and she said slowly:

"What do you think, how will this master treat us in the future? Will he really not eat us? He is a monster, and I heard that monsters eat people..."

Her voice became lower and lower, as if she could not bear to imagine what her fate would be.

Becky lowered her head and bit her lips tightly, her heart also filled with fear.

She didn't know how to answer Betty's question and could only pray silently.

Betty sighed deeply and said helplessly:

"Well, the Earl won't want us anyway..."

There was a hint of despair in her eyes, and she seemed to have accepted her fate.

Becky's mood became even heavier. She asked softly:

"Sister, are we all going to serve those goblins from now on? I was thinking that the Earl might be able to reward us to his knights."

There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes, but it was quickly shattered by reality.

Betty shook her head and said with a wry smile:

"Becky, we are just slaves. We can't choose our masters..."

There was a deep sense of helplessness in her tone, which made Becky feel heartbroken.

Becky was silent, tears welling up in her eyes.

She is well aware of her identity and status, but is unwilling to become a tool of others.

However, facing the pressure of reality, she was powerless to change anything.

Betty hugged her sister tightly and stroked her hair gently, trying to give her some comfort and support.

"Don't think too much, dear sister. Although this goblin master is not the knight we expected, he calls himself the Demon King, or the Sith Lord... and he has so many subordinates. This is also a symbol of great strength. Maybe in the world of monsters, these titles represent important status."

Betty had no idea what these titles meant, but she guessed they might be important figures among the monsters.

Betty continued:

"In fact, serving the master is not entirely useless. After all, we need to survive, and he can provide us with protection and the necessities of life."

Becky turned her head and looked out the car window, with a hint of helplessness and worry in her eyes.

"Sister, if it was just the master, I might be able to accept it. But there are so many goblins here, and even terrible pig-headed people. How can we endure such an environment?"

Betty sighed softly. She understood her sister's feelings, but they were in a difficult situation and couldn't easily change the status quo.