The Romantic Life of a Goblin

There was still some time before dinner, so Notis led the elderly priest to start a detailed inventory and record of the spoils of victory.

At the same time, Carola sat with other women and discussed matters such as fabrics, clothing, and the planning of the cave's interior. She took this opportunity to integrate Winnie into the group and enhance mutual understanding.

Although he was not allowed to approach the exit, Allen did not impose too many restrictions on Ansel's range of activities.

This elf boy never gave up the idea of escaping from this place and was always looking for a good opportunity to escape.

With a look of disgust on his face, he wandered around the nest carelessly, carefully examining the surrounding environment and terrain.

Finally, when he stepped into the back cave, an extremely large skeleton specimen of a large and ferocious jackal dragon came into view.

In the eyes of the elves, goblins have always been known for their brutality and cruelty, but their strength is really vulnerable. At best, they are just a group of scum with a combat power of only five points.

How could such a weak creature be able to hunt down such a ferocious jackal dragon that was the ruler of the forest? Faced with this incredible scene, Ansel was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth:

"You...you actually have the ability to hunt and kill the great evil jackal dragon?"

Full of doubts, he hurried to ask Notis, and was told that this was the result of the cooperation between Carola and Allen. This answer undoubtedly made him more confused.

It turns out that the woman in bikini I just saw was actually a hunter. I just remembered that when I entered the nest just now, I saw a big sword stuck in the cave entrance. It was indeed the weapon of the monster hunter, but how could a hunter of this level be a slave here? This female hunter must be at least emerald level!!!

But judging from the woman's expression just now, it didn't seem like she was forced into any situation.

The elf boy went to the human city to entrust the Hunter Association to hunt and capture monsters. Unexpectedly, he would meet a monster hunter here, so he went to ask the female hunter about hunting.

Carola and other women were concentrating on cutting the cloth in their hands, their movements were skillful and elegant. The spoils included some practical tools for life, including sharp scissors and delicate needles and threads, which undoubtedly made them feel like they had found a treasure and could better display their skills.

Corolla was very interested in the topic of hunting. She actively participated in the discussion with excitement in her eyes.

However, after an in-depth discussion, Ansel couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

It turned out that this seemingly experienced female hunter was only at the Emerald Level, and the monster she longed to defeat was not something that an ordinary person could easily deal with.

At the same time, other women around turned their eyes to the handsome elf boy, as if they were attracted by his charming appearance.

They couldn't wait to gather around him, asking him all kinds of questions, their faces filled with curiosity and joy.

After all, having faced those ugly, hideous and disgusting goblins all day long, they were naturally delighted to meet such a handsome young man and behaved particularly warmly and hospitably.

However, Ansel's attitude towards these women was quite cold. In his eyes, these people were no different from the woman named Winnie, all of whom were willing to sink into depravity and go along with the goblins.

Although he was full of contempt in his heart, the elf boy still maintained basic courtesy due to his good upbringing.

His face was tense, and although he didn't smile, he didn't say anything bad to these women whom he had never met before.

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After walking around the nest for a few times, the elf boy made some discoveries. Not only did he find his original weapons, but also that they were not strictly guarded.

For goblins, only sharp knives and arrows are valuable. They cannot use other large weapons, such as Corolla's greatsword, which requires two or three goblins to lift. Although goblins can also use bows and arrows, they are all very small short bows. Ansel's long wooden bow is too big for them.

Ansel's bow and arrow were first seized by human bandits and later fell into the hands of goblins. The old goblin did not understand the value of the longbow, nor did he know that it was a magical weapon belonging to the elves. He just treated it as an ordinary wooden bow and threw it together with other broken weapons.

There is only one old goblin guarding the warehouse door, and his main purpose is to prevent other goblins and pig-headed men from stealing the dried meat inside. It can be said that the entire nest has no defenses against the armory at all.

The elf boy found a quiet place and began to carefully plan his escape plan.

First of all, this nest is very spacious, with three huge cave halls in front and back, and many small branch caves, but there are very few people here. Ansel counted and found that there are eight or nine adult pig-headed men and about twenty goblins, but they are all concentrated in several branch caves and only occasionally appear in the hall.

Secondly, there are only three masters in this nest. In addition to Alan and Notis, there is also a female hunter, but she is a human and should not work for the goblins.

Finally, the security here was too lax. Not only was there no patrol or secret sentry, but the only goblin sentry usually just looked around at the entrance of the cave, and sometimes he would run away and slack off without anyone around.

After some thought and planning, Ansel felt that he had the advantage and had a great chance of escaping.

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Despite being a prisoner, the elf still exudes an otherworldly elegance while dining.

He was seen kneeling on the ground, sitting steadily on the soft velvety grass. His slender and dexterous hands were carefully holding a finely carved wooden bowl and a small and exquisite wooden spoon. Every move he made was gentle and graceful, just like a dancing fairy.

He slowly put the food in the bowl into his cherry-like mouth in an extremely delicate and light manner. Every time he chewed, he would deliberately control the strength so that the sound in his mouth was very slight, almost non-existent. This posture of eating was like an artistic performance, pleasing to the eye.

However, ever since being kidnapped by the goblins, every meal time has become nothing short of an unbearable torture for Ansel.

At this moment, his originally calm heart would involuntarily become restless, as if countless pairs of sharp eyes hidden in the dark corners were staring at him, revealing a hint of coldness.

In fact, the looks these despicable people cast at him were always filled with ill-concealed malice and intentions, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, making him shudder and feel uneasy.

What was even more unbearable was that not only were those hideous goblins staring at him with such sinister and cunning eyes, but even those seemingly weak women beside them also had a chilling light flashing in their eyes when they looked at him, as if they wanted to eat him alive. This feeling was like suddenly falling into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by piercing ice, and he trembled all over with cold.