The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Allen turned around suddenly, and saw a beggar in ragged clothes and unkempt appearance! He saw the beggar sneakily stuffing an extremely sharp dagger into his dirty clothes.

At this moment, the beggar realized that his behavior had been exposed. His face turned pale in an instant, and then he turned around without hesitation and ran towards the door like a rabbit.

At this moment, Corolla happened to be standing near the door.

Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed the beggar's arm tightly.

Since he had not witnessed the beggar stealing, Carola was full of doubts at the moment and couldn't help asking:

"What happened?"

Upon closer inspection, the beggar was short in stature, probably less than 1.6 meters tall.

After being caught, the beggar seemed extremely panicked and struggled desperately for a long time but to no avail.

Seeing that the weapon craftsman was about to charge over aggressively, the beggar suddenly opened his mouth and bit Corolla's hand viciously.

The sudden bite caught Corolla off guard. She couldn't help screaming in pain and reflexively loosened her hand that was tightly holding the beggar's arm.

The beggar seized the opportunity and scurried out like a loach. In the blink of an eye, he blended into the bustling crowd and disappeared without a trace.

Although the two weapon craftsmen behind him tried their best to catch up, they were still a step slower and could only curse in frustration.

However, when the beggar tried to escape, Allen did not try to stop him.

In the blink of an eye just now, a strange feeling came over him—he clearly felt a slight disturbance from the Force.

A strange feeling emerged from the Force. This feeling was so peculiar, as if its source came from that seemingly inconspicuous beggar.

However, this was not a sign of danger. Instead, it made Alan fall into deep thought. He stared at the direction where the beggar outside the door left, thinking about something in his heart.

At this time, Corolla rubbed his injured hand and walked slowly, muttering:

"Ouch, that hurts!"

But fortunately, there was no blood on her hands.

Seeing this, the weapon craftsman nearby hurriedly asked Corolla whether he had seen the beggar's facial features clearly.

Corolla shook his head and said helplessly:

"His face and hands were wrapped in thick bandages, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly. I could only feel that he was relatively small."

What is surprising is that what was stolen this time was just an ordinary metal dagger, and its value is not even as much as that of an ordinary kitchen knife.

Faced with such a situation, the two weaponsmiths probably thought that it was too troublesome to report the matter to the town guards, so they kept cursing and finally had to accept that they were unlucky.

As time went by, everyone's topic returned to the mysterious lightsaber.

The weaponsmith said seriously:

"You know, that kind of high-purity dragon vein crystal is an extremely rare treasure, and only the capital can have it. Of course, if you need it, we can also entrust the powerful magicians in the capital to perform shaping magic and enchant it. However, it will take a long time. We have to wait at least two months for this batch of goods to be successfully delivered here."

Another craftsman frowned and said, "Oh, what a coincidence! The magic cores of the Brute Jaw Dragon and the Thunder Dragon are not as easy to obtain as ordinary items. They are precious materials necessary for making top-level weapons! Once these magic cores appear on the market, those hunters and brave adventurers will immediately buy them up and use them to forge or upgrade the powerful weapons in their hands. How could there be any remaining stock left for us?"

Hearing this, Carola nodded in agreement:

"That's right, the magic cores produced by monsters have always been in great demand. Usually, only a group of experienced and powerful hunters working together to complete a difficult hunting operation can successfully obtain such precious resources. However, even if the magic cores are obtained with such hard work, for most people, they are far from enough to upgrade their existing weapons, let alone sell them to others."

At this time, Allen pondered for a moment and then said:

"In that case, let's pre-order some dragon vein crystals with enchanted effects. As for other types of magic cores... well, let's think of other ways."

As soon as the voice fell, Corolla, who was originally a little disappointed, suddenly brightened up and asked excitedly:

"Could it be that... we are planning to hunt down the Brute Jaw Dragon and the Thunder Dragon ourselves to obtain their magic cores?"

Facing Corolla's expectant gaze, Allen shook his head slightly and replied:

"Don't rush to start hunting right now. After all, I don't have a good weapon at hand. If I rashly challenge those ferocious beasts, I'm afraid my chances of winning are slim. So the most urgent thing is to find a weapon that suits me first."

As he spoke, he began to carefully look at the various equipment placed around him. After careful selection, Allen finally chose a uniquely shaped metal stick.

The stick was about the same length as a double-edged lightsaber, with a hard texture and moderate weight, and looked quite powerful. After picking up the metal stick and testing its feel with satisfaction, Alan readily paid the deposit required to purchase the Dragon Vein Crystal, and then walked out of the bustling weapons workshop with Corolla.

……

The two made their way through the bustling crowd and finally found Winnie and Ronelle who were still carefully selecting supplies at the end of the bustling commercial street.

Ronelle frowned and said with a hint of worry:

"Although we have purchased most of the beds and some daily necessities, the materials needed for the decoration are really a headache! Especially things like the water supply facilities in the bathroom. There is no ready-made one. Usually, they are made on the spot by craftsmen according to the specific conditions of the house. For example, the stones used for laying the floor, the wood needed for making furniture, and the pipes responsible for connecting the water supply and drainage, etc...."

Hearing this, Alan could not help but nod his head in agreement. He thought to himself: That's true. After all, this is a world similar to the Middle Ages. Naturally, there won't be a lot of ready-made tile floors to choose from.

Thinking of this, everyone hurriedly found several craftsmen to inquire about the situation, but the answer they got was that even if they just asked them to make some more universal furniture, it might be difficult to achieve at the moment.

It turned out that the famous Count Lockart had recently returned from the royal capital to his hometown to settle down, and had started a large-scale renovation project on his castle.

Because of this, almost all of the town's limited number of craftsmen were recruited to help with the work.

Carol was a little disappointed. It was impossible to hire a craftsman to decorate the goblin's lair where they lived. She had originally boasted that she would turn the cave into a beautiful palace...

A few people prepared to think of other solutions, so they went to eat first, and in the afternoon they had to find a fur merchant to settle the bill, and then purchase seasonings and kitchen utensils.