The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Chapter 121 Untie the knot

Notis nodded in agreement: "If you find any goblin annoying, you can just kill it. It's okay. I usually do the same."

Carola thought it was weird: "They bully me every day, what if I resist and kill them?"

Notis immediately shook her head: "No, you are not allowed to resist."

Carola felt that she was being inconsistent: "Huh?"

Notis looked at her expressionlessly: "We are all slaves of the master. As slaves, we are absolutely not allowed to resist without the master's permission."

Notis spoke very seriously. Although Carola felt that the logic was completely unreasonable, she still nodded to indicate that she had remembered it.

Nordis went on to explain: "As long as there is a need for wrestling and poker, we will go along with it."

Not only is it about satisfying them, but it’s also about enjoying yourself.

Carola couldn't help but retort: "But that's a crime. It completely ignores the wishes of others. It's all forced. Anyone would be miserable."

Winnie gently leaned her head on the hunter's shoulder: "Since you are the master's slave, then you should abandon your human identity..."

Carola looked at Winnie who was leaning on her: "But if we abandon our dignity as human beings, what do we have left?"

Winnie shook her head: "I don't know, but I feel happy. Living here makes me happy. If the price is to exchange for self-respect and persistence as a human being..."

Although what Winnie said was extremely absurd, she was not lying and all of it was her true feelings.

Notis on the side also constantly instilled in the female hunter the awareness of being a slave, based on her own personal experiences.

The three women held hands together, and a warm feeling spread to Corolla's heart.

Looking at the sparkling river in front of her, a squirrel or bird occasionally popping out from the branches, the jungle was quiet and peaceful, and the hunter's mood slowly calmed down.

She knew that the goblins were brutal and cruel monsters that committed all kinds of evil, including rape and robbery.

Apart from Allen's tribe, she had never heard of any monsters that treated women and slaves kindly. Even here, the so-called "kind treatment" only meant protecting them from death and living as slaves.

She was willing to stay here because of Notis's trust and the kindness of other slaves towards her.

They would not complain about her, trusted her, were willing to share with her, and would never deceive her. This kind of intimacy was something she had never experienced before.

This is her bond with the other women here.

What made her like this place was not the pleasure and desire, but the feeling of mutual identification with these 'companions'.

Although they are a little perverted and weird, they are all companions who are much closer than "friends".

Corolla took a deep breath, as if letting out all her worries and distress.

She looked at the beams of light shining through the leaves, and her heart was no longer confused. If the happiness brought by the recognition and dependence of her companions required the price of human dignity, then it was indeed as Winnie said, she would rather abandon these boring arrogance in exchange for this shelter.

The female hunter nodded and looked at Notis and Winnie beside her: "Thank you, I like it here, and I like my companions here."

Carola closed her eyes. "I know that as a slave of the goblins, I might be slaughtered and eaten one day, but I don't want to run away."

Carola: "It's just that the woman today, she... she is different from us, she is still very scared..."

Notis: "Well, if I had found out earlier, my death wouldn't have been in vain."

Notis seemed to be recalling something and was silent for a while: "I will never let this happen again..."

Carola blinked. "Actually, I'm not that afraid of being killed by you. Am I becoming abnormal? I find it strange myself."

Winnie: "How come? I feel the same way."

Then Notis, Winnie and the huntress said a lot of more shocking things.

Seeing the two people around him talking more and more excitedly, Carola felt helpless: "Compared to you, I am indeed normal."

She felt like she wasn't perverted enough to join in their conversation.

However, she did not hate the explosive topic. Instead, she felt a silent approval in her heart. The smiles on their faces made Corolla feel warm and at ease.

The female hunter looked at Notis and Winnie awkwardly while they were discussing the weird topic, but after a while, Corolla felt much better.

It was as if the broken heart was put together again, and courage and strength emerged again in the heart.

It has nothing to do with those goblins. This is a place where she can open her heart and where her heart is.

The female hunter swore in her heart that she would never let today's tragedy happen again, no matter what the cost.

After returning to the nest, Corolla, who had recovered her mood, went back to rest and sleep. She was too tired today after suffering physical torture and mental blow.

The women spread their newly bought bed sheets on the grass and slept together. Although sleeping on the floor was still quite uncomfortable, it was much better than before.

Corolla thought she should cut down some trees and make some beds tomorrow.

Lying in the quilt, she was hugged from behind. It was Doreen. She also knew that Carola was depressed after witnessing a woman committing suicide, so she was hugging her to comfort her.

Doreen likes to take care of people and is very approachable. Corolla felt warm in her arms and slept peacefully.

The next day, Corolla, feeling better, continued to supervise.

After this incident, Corolla treated these goblins more strictly. Not only would those who were lazy be whipped, but even those who worked slowly would be hit a few times, and the sticks were also replaced with thicker ones.

However, this greatly accelerated the progress of the project. The bathroom was built from top to bottom using clay mixed with stones. After drying in the shade for two days and then baked over a high fire, the clay could be turned into a large bathtub similar to pottery.

The main task now is to dig sewers and sewers, but these goblins simply cannot figure out structures such as straight lines and turns, and they always make mistakes.

Corolla was no longer polite about this. If there was anything wrong, she would beat them up. This included the big brother Brin who was kicked by her yesterday. He had been beaten seven or eight times, but he still didn't learn his lesson.

The goblin no longer dared to provoke Corolla. It was full of resentment and only wanted to find an opportunity for revenge.

But firstly, it couldn't beat the female hunter, and secondly, the tribe leader Allen spent a lot of time yesterday to give them a "lesson", and finally made these new goblins understand the meaning of not defecating and urinating "anywhere". The teaching process was tragic, during which two goblins were almost strangled to death by Allen, and one had his leg broken...