The Romantic Life of a Goblin

The female hunter held a vine-woven teaching stick and stood aside angrily, staring at the group of goblins. If she saw any guy slacking off, she would immediately go forward and beat him mercilessly.

The old priests had never experienced such hard physical labor and were tortured by Corolla in the past two days.

However, due to fear of the hunter's majesty, they dared not resist easily, and could only look forward to the early return of their leader to save them from suffering.

After half a day of hard work, the old goblin finally plucked up the courage to make a suggestion to Corolla: if they had to do such hard work, they should at least be allowed to take turns to rest on weekdays. Corolla thought about it carefully and believed that the shift system would indeed help improve work efficiency, so he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Ever since Alan and Notis took most of the goblins and pig-headed men away, although Corolla had become the undisputed strongest person in the cave, she had actually been living in fear and did not even have the courage to communicate and confide in the women who were also slaves.

She was not worried that the goblins and pig-headed men would rise up against her, nor was she worried that they would sneak away, but she was worried about the women who were imprisoned here.

She was afraid that these women would try to escape while the leader of the nest was away, because she knew that this was a very dangerous thing to do and the consequences would be disastrous if they were discovered.

She was even more afraid that the women would come to her and beg her for help in escaping, because she didn't know how she would respond to such a request.

Carola had only been in this lair for more than a month, and she was not familiar with these slaves. If a woman really came to beg her to rescue everyone, then she really didn't know what to do. After all, just a few days ago, even she herself was still thinking about whether there was a chance to escape.

That's why she would constantly beat and punish these goblins and pig-headed men when she was supervising. She was actually venting her anxiety and avoiding the gazes of other women by being busy at work...

But now it's a little different. Through the connection of the Force, Corolla can feel the trust and warmth coming from the hearts of other women, which makes her really happy. Even the goblin who was secretly slacking off on the side seems a little more pleasing to her.

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The next day in the human bandit camp.

The goblins and pig-headed men loaded all their spoils onto the wagons left behind by the bandits and began to return to their lair.

The returning convoy was much larger, with carts pulled by pig-headed men filled with spoils.

The cage containing the beautiful elf boy was also placed on the cart, with freshly cooked strips of meat piled next to it. The greasy smell of boiled meat made him feel uncomfortable, and the boy repeatedly and strongly requested to be released from the cage. However, because the goblins were busy counting and transporting supplies, Alan and Notis had no time to pay attention to him.

Alan is relatively free on the way back now, so I can have a good chat with him.

The beautiful elf boy Ansel has long ears and short dark green hair. He said he was born more than 50 years ago. If he were a human, he would have entered middle-aged or elderly, but as an elf with a long lifespan, this age is considered to be just after adulthood, so he still looks like an 18-year-old boy.

Ansel: "This place smells terrible. Please let me out."

The elf spoke in a polite manner. Although it had a male voice, it was very pleasant to hear. Even though he was sitting in a cage and wearing tattered clothes, he still looked very elegant.

Alan: "Well, if I let you out, you won't run away, right?"

The elf was silent for a moment and did not give a direct answer.

Ansel: "Well, can you please let me move to another place? I see there's still room in their car."

Alan thought about it and realized that this car was mainly used to store meat. The freshly cooked meat slices were not dried and had a greasy smell, which was indeed not very pleasant.

Alan: "Well, just go over there and stay with them."

Alan used the Force to open the lock on the cage, which surprised Ansel. He had actually tried to open the lock secretly a long time ago, but even with some lock-picking skills as an elf scout, he was helpless without tools. This strange goblin actually opened the lock by itself with a wave of his hand.

Ansel thought he should be a user of magic skills.

The beautiful elf boy secretly judged Dora's strength and occupation, but like everyone else, he did not guess correctly.

Ansel opened the door of the iron cage and crawled out. Being locked up in there for several days made his limbs numb. After jumping out of the car, he moved his stiff hands and feet for a while.

Alan felt that the elf should be about 1 meters tall, a little taller than him.

She has a slim figure and slender limbs that give people the illusion that they will break if you apply any force.

Alan: "Sure enough, I think it would fit you well if you wore women's clothes."

Alan's comment made Ansel frown secretly. He knew that many perverted human nobles had a preference for transvestite girls, so how come this goblin was the same?

Ansel: "Forget about women's clothing. You goblins don't even have proper clothes!"

After retorting to Alan, Ansel ignored the goblin and walked to another cart, sitting sideways at the end of the shaft.

Notis turned her head and looked at the profile of the beautiful boy.

Notis: "What are you doing in a human town? Don't elves like to live in big cities like the capital?"

Ansiel could feel the magic power of the priestess and knew that she was also a magic spellcaster.

Ansiel: "They went to the capital only because it is relatively safer there. I went to find the Hunter's Guild. Many elves have also joined the Hunter and Adventurer's Guilds."

Ansel looked around the convoy. In addition to Alan, whose strength was unknown, there were five pig-headed men and the goblin priestess. From their conversation just now, he knew that this was also a named monster. Based on the magic fluctuations during the battle that night, he could judge that Notis's level should be at the emerald level, not yet at the ruby level.

As for the six goblins and the human slave girl that were accompanying them, the elves didn't take them seriously at all.

Notis: "Hunter's Guild? Are you a monster hunter?"

Notis thought that the elf and Corolla had the same profession.

The beautiful boy shook his head.

Ansiel: "I went to seek help from the hunters. I wanted to issue a mission to defeat monsters, but the hunter guild in this town did not accept my commission."

While Ansel was chatting with Notis, he continued to look at the supplies on the cart. He wanted to find his bow and arrow, but he found nothing for the time being. All the seized weapons seemed to be packed in wooden boxes.