The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Since she was a child, Annie has been treated as a sacrifice by her mother and a group of charlatans, and has been deceived and raised as a slave.

You know, in this world, there has always been a clear and consistent standard for sacrifices - they must be pure and flawless virgins.

Therefore, until today, Anne has never let anyone touch her body, and even that delicate body is always covered with layers of bandages.

Anne knew a few words and some tricks of stealing and cheating, but she had never received any other teachings. As for the love affairs between men and women, she was as ignorant as a blank sheet of paper. However, for Allen, training slaves was what he was best at.

Omitted here...

The next morning, when Alan slowly woke up, Anne happened to be lying quietly beside him, with her hands gently supporting her chin, gazing at him affectionately. When Alan opened his eyes and looked over, he saw that the girl's face instantly flushed as brightly as the sunset.

Anne said in a sweet voice:

"Master, you finally woke up. Thank you very much for the reward you gave me yesterday. Annie really likes it! I hope to receive more gifts from you in the future."

Alan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stretched out his palm and gently lifted the girl's delicate chin, and responded softly:

"As long as you like it, just follow me and serve me wholeheartedly. I will definitely not let you down!"

Hearing this, Anne couldn't help but blush and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

After the two of them got up in the morning, washed up, and enjoyed a simple meal, they began to tidy up the somewhat shabby tent. After everything was packed up, Anne stared at Allen with a little hesitation in her eyes, and asked softly:

"Master, can we go back to the village? I really want to take another look..."

Seeing this, Allen nodded without hesitation and agreed: "Such a small matter is naturally not a problem."

At this moment, the crowd in the village had dispersed yesterday, leaving only a pile of unburned wood and a pile of firewood with dying embers on the square. Anne took advantage of the fact that no one was around and walked quickly into the ashes. After searching carefully, she successfully found a piece of bone and carefully preserved it as a souvenir.

This piece of bone seemed to be just a small part of a finger bone. Alan stood quietly by, staring at the remaining bones on the ground. He could vaguely feel that a faint force was still lingering there.

Doro suddenly recalled the scene in the game "Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order", especially the unique skill of the protagonist Carl Kestis - Force Echo. This magical ability allows the user to obtain past memory fragments from objects that carry strong emotions and thoughts. You know, Carl was just a fledgling apprentice at that time, but he was already able to use this power skillfully.

Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but feel curious, wondering if he could also try his hand at it?

So, without hesitation, Doro waved to Annie beside him, signaling her to come closer. When Annie came to his side, Doro held her hand tightly, continuously transmitting the Force in his body to her. Then, Doro carefully stretched out his other hand, slowly reaching towards the remaining bones, and closed his eyes, concentrating his mind and fully urging the Force to echo.

In an instant, the bright light around them seemed to be swallowed by an invisible force and became dim. However, only between Alan, Annie and the relic, there was a dazzling light. Gradually, the light began to condense and change, and finally turned into a hazy smoke. And in this smoke, a vague human figure was looming.

Anne's eyes widened, her face full of astonishment, and she cried out:

"Mother!"

Hearing Anne's cry, Allen hurriedly looked over. It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did, Allen almost jumped up in fright. The so-called "mother" in front of him was really unflattering, and it could be said that she perfectly interpreted what a witch was. She had a pointed hooked nose and her face was covered with greasy pimples. Not only that, her head was as bald as the Mediterranean Sea, and her back was severely hunched. She looked even uglier than the legendary goblin.

It caused Alan to have a deep nausea feeling.

Alas, this is indeed a world where appearance matters.

Moreover, it turned out that Anne was not her biological daughter. The old witch was old enough to be her grandmother.

Alan stared at the afterimage of the old witch with a firm gaze, waved his strong arms without hesitation, and shouted loudly:

"Tell me all about Annie!"

The afterimage of the old witch nodded slowly, as if waking up from a dream, but her movements seemed a little sluggish and stiff.

Then, a low, hoarse, and uncomfortable voice came from her dry mouth:

"Oh, she was carefully selected from a group of poor children who were abducted! This special child actually has the ability to sense the great power of the Demon King. So, I took her in and lied to her that she could become an extremely holy saint."

Anne stared at the old witch's phantom quietly, feeling a mixture of emotions. However, after a fierce inner struggle, she finally mustered up the courage and asked:

"So, what was your ulterior motive for letting me be your daughter?"

The old witch smiled grimly upon hearing this, and opened her yellow-spotted and foul-smelling mouth, and replied:

"Hehehe, it's actually very simple. I just need to offer you as a sacrifice to the extremely noble Demon King! As long as the Demon King can enjoy your pure and flawless life energy, he will surely generously grant me unparalleled powerful strength!"

Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but frowned, and then asked:

"So how exactly should this so-called 'sacrifice' ceremony be carried out?"

The old witch grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellow and black teeth, and said viciously:

"Well, needless to say, we will tie you to our solemn altar, light a fire, and let the blazing flames devour you completely..."

Before she finished speaking, Anne fell into silence. Her face turned pale as paper, and her body began to tremble involuntarily. At this moment, she was finally convinced that everything the leader of the fraud organization said was true! At this point, Anne's heart was as dead as ashes, without any ripples. She sighed deeply, turned away silently, and didn't want to look at the hateful phantom again...