The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Allen said excitedly:

"Look, I'm going to draw a picture like this first. I'm sitting in the center, holding a lightsaber. Oh, there's no need to go into detail about what a lightsaber is. Then, a group of naked female slaves surround me. Their postures are different, hehe, like this, and this..."

Nelson glanced at the scribbles on the paper, and his originally passionate enthusiasm seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, instantly dropping to freezing point.

As expected, this goblin has no artistic accomplishment at all. The painting is nonsense, vulgar and ridiculous. It is completely different from the art he imagined.

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In the dense forest, a carriage was moving slowly forward.

Inside the carriage, Allen and Nelson were immersed in an in-depth discussion of the art form, while Anne beside them had woken up.

Allen turned around, looked at his female apprentice, and asked with a smile:

"Oh, you're awake now. How are you feeling?"

Annie has been following Alan to learn about the Force, especially the light side of the Force, so her recovery ability is even better.

With the help of Notis's herbs and witchcraft treatment, the injuries she suffered while serving in the army had long since healed, but due to excessive mental exhaustion, she had been sleeping for the past few days.

Anne replied apologetically:

"I'm sorry, sir, I haven't been able to help you in the past few days."

Alan shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't care:

"How could that be? You wrestled with the goblins and pig-headed warriors, which greatly boosted their fighting morale. It also gave me a big boost. You should be able to feel this from the Force as well. That's enough."

Anne was immediately happy after hearing this:

"Really? Then if you still need me, I can continue wrestling with them."

Alan shook his head:

"If you repeat it, the effect won't be that good. Besides, this time is an exception. I'm afraid that Notis and Winnie won't be busy. From now on, you will have to be alone with me. Do you understand?"

Annie nodded obediently. She would just do whatever the monster told her to do.

Then, the girl saw the artist couple in the carriage, smiled and nodded to them, and said politely:

"My name is Annie, I am Master Allen's disciple and slave girl, and I'm glad to meet you."

Denise looked at this frank girl and couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

She thought the girl's attitude was a little strange, but the couple responded with the same politeness and introduced themselves.

Nelson was not very interested in the little girl. He continued to focus on the draft paper in his hand and discussed the painting composition enthusiastically with Allen.

He would gesture with his hands from time to time, and would unconsciously raise his index finger to express some unique insights.

The artist was very interested in what Allen described as Impressionism, a genre he had never heard of.

Despite this, he did not believe that a character like a painter could appear among the goblins.

Denise sat quietly by, watching her husband tenderly.

When he was immersed in the world of art, his eyes sparkled with concentration and seriousness, and his whole body seemed to radiate a unique charm.

She deeply loved the man in front of her. Even though they were in trouble and became captives of the goblins, as long as her husband entered his artistic field, he would emit endless radiance.

This quality attracted her deeply and made her fall in love with it.

In another carriage, two maids were having a passionate affair with Notis, the "mistress".

Especially when they learned that the Goblin High Priest was also a slave, they felt very close to her and were no longer afraid that she was a monster.

Notis naturally instilled her own inhuman thinking theory into them.

Surprisingly, the two maids were quite receptive.

After all, they were trained and brought up with similar demands, and the version told by Notis was just more radical.

Although Notis always had a blank expression on her face, the sisters could truly feel her kindness.

After opening the car door, Notis took the two of them to the cart at the back to help prepare the meal.

Goblins and pig-headed people would be very happy as long as they had stew to eat. She herself was not picky about food, but Alan and other humans were more picky about their tastes.

Notis knew nothing about cooking, but sisters Betty and Becky said they were good at cooking, and then the three of them went together to find the tools needed for cooking.

Although the cooking utensils equipped in the caravan were quite simple, Patrick, as a son of a noble family, had extremely high requirements for the quality of life. Therefore, he carried a complete set of picnic supplies, including various breads, snacks and drinks, in the back of his carriage.

Allen and his men only carried dried meat as dry food when they went out to rob, but this problem was not difficult to solve.

Notis ordered twenty goblins to spread out in the jungle to collect food.

Since it rained a few days ago, there are a lot of mushrooms growing in the forest. It would be great if we could find some wild vegetables and fruits.

The noise outside attracted the attention of Alan and others. Denise and Anne also came out of the car to help. Several women quickly devoted themselves to cooking and happily exchanged experiences with each other.

Nelson stood quietly on the top of the cart, staring at the numerous monsters around him, lost in thought.

Judging from the situation before him, he realized that he might not be able to return to the town in the short term.

Allen walked up to Nelson, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Since you can no longer stay in the capital, why don't you work part-time here for a while and consider it as further study."

Nelson looked at Allen helplessly, sighing inwardly, thinking that this was not something he could decide! But facing the current situation, he could only obey the arrangement.

Allen continued:

"In fact, the treatment for being my subordinates is quite good. For example, these goblins can have wrestling matches with their favorite female slaves every day..."

However, before he could finish his words, Allen suddenly realized that this condition was not very attractive to the little bottom Nelson.

After all, Nelson wasn't as lustful as other men.

Alan couldn't help but curl his lips and began to think about what other benefits could attract this artist.

But after thinking for a long time, he realized that he really didn't seem to have anything special to show off.

Nelson has no shortage of money and is indifferent to beauty, which really gives Allen a headache.

Nelson sighed helplessly, looking at Alan's serious expression, he knew he had no choice.

Before Allen could continue speaking, Nelson shook his head, his tone revealing despair:

"You don't have to persuade me anymore. We can't escape anyway. Do whatever you want."

After saying that, Nelson closed his eyes and waited for the judgment of fate.