The Romantic Life of a Goblin

Chapter 203: Seruniti - The Tortured Elf

But the analysis results surprised the two experienced presidents and made them doubt their own judgment.

If it weren't for the consistent testimonies provided by the fellow adventurers, they would almost think that the baron's brother was talking nonsense.

The president of the Hunter's Guild is a middle-aged man with a full beard and a sturdy build.

He scratched his head and asked doubtfully:

"Lord Patrick, I want to confirm again, are you talking about a few pig-headed people mixed in with these goblins? Moreover, a short goblin is the leader?"

Patrick nodded firmly in the affirmative.

He added:

"Yes, that was indeed the case. One of our halfling scouts even killed a pig-headed man and a goblin with a bow and arrow."

Hearing this, the two presidents looked at each other with surprised expressions on their faces.

The president of the Adventurer's Guild was a short, bald old man. He shook his head and said:

"Excuse me for being blunt, Lord Patrick, but monsters generally respect the strong. The goblin you mentioned is only about 1.5 meters tall and is obviously not a big goblin hero. In theory, a pig-headed man would not obey the orders of such an ordinary goblin. Were you nervous at the time and saw it wrongly?"

After hearing this, Patrick felt a little unhappy, but he still explained patiently:

"How is that possible? This goblin fought against the captain of the adventurer I hired and won. That adventurer claimed to be at the Emerald Stone level."

After hearing this, the Hunter Guild President coughed lightly and then slowly said:

"That's Jade Level. I asked about the one you mentioned. It's really incredible. An ordinary goblin defeated a Jade Level adventurer with a stick... It doesn't seem possible..."

In fact, the president of the Hunter's Guild didn't believe the adventurer's words at all. You know, that kind of ordinary goblin might not even be able to beat the dog kept at the door of their guild.

The old president of the Adventurer's Guild brought the topic back to the topic:

"I also understand the specific process. So, there was no large-scale battle. You fell into a trap pit, right?"

Patrick's face was a little gloomy, and he nodded reluctantly, indicating that he accepted the arrangement.

The old president sighed deeply and said:

"Okay, then let's count it as a C-rank mission... Actually, considering that we need to explore and search in the forest, this level already adds a considerable degree of difficulty to the mission."

For Patrick, these are not important, because defeating goblins is not an expensive task. The key is to go camping in the jungle, for which they need to hire some bodyguards to ensure safety.

At this moment, Cecilia suddenly interrupted:

"My uncle and I will also be participating in this expedition, so we need to hire a team of capable adventurers to escort us."

The Hunter Guild President frowned and muttered to himself, this is the real headache.

Defeating the goblins was only secondary, while accompanying the noble lady in playing in the forest became the primary task.

As a result, there will probably be very few people willing to take on this task.

After all, who would be willing to spend time and energy protecting a spoiled aristocratic lady?

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Ansel slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a soft big bed, still surrounded by beautiful female slaves.

Recalling last night when he and Alan accompanied two pairs of sisters in crazy wrestling, he was once again "attacked" by that group of passionate women.

Even so, he still tried his best to cope with it, but there was still a group of goblins waiting in line... Fortunately, the number of women in the nest increased now, and the number of goblins assigned to him was much less than before, which allowed the young elf to barely hold on.

Ansel carefully got out of bed, stretched his body, and then walked quietly to the bathroom.

When he stepped into the warm pool, a sense of comfort came over him, as if all his fatigue had been dissipated by the water. He closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, feeling the water gently caressing his skin, gentle and soothing. As time went by, he felt his spirit gradually recovering, and his whole body was full of vitality.

After a while, Alan and Carola also got up and came to wash up. While taking a bath, they reconfirmed the various arrangements needed for hunting and prepared to set off today.

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After taking a shower, Alan suddenly remembered the elf woman who had recently been adopted, so he took Ansel to the back to check.

A skylight was opened in the cave that was temporarily used as a sanatorium. It not only provided ventilation but also let in a ray of sunlight, making the room look bright, clean, tidy and comfortable.

The three women who were still in a coma were lying on a wooden bed, each covered with a thin quilt. There was drinking water and porridge on the small wooden table next to them.

The elf had long golden hair and was over 1.7 meters tall, which made her one of the tallest women. Although she had been resting for a few days, she was still extremely thin and showed no signs of waking up.

Her cheeks were sunken due to malnutrition, and Ansel looked at her for a long time before he could barely recognize her.

The elf boy had a complicated expression: "She is Seruniti. She used to be from the same village as me. I didn't expect to see her here..."

The look in Ansel's eyes when he looked at his fellow tribesmen was not all sympathy, but seemed to contain a hint of disgust and hatred.

Alan was very interested in this and told Ansel that she was received from another tribe, which was a very weak goblin community. Moreover, this female elf seemed to have fallen into the devil's cave for a long time. When she first came, her body was covered with scars and she was almost tortured beyond recognition.

Allen guessed that because she resisted and bit, all the teeth in her mouth were pulled out, and her legs were broken multiple times probably because of her failed attempts to escape.

Notis treated her injuries and now feeds her meat porridge every day. Although she is still not conscious, her condition has improved greatly.

Hearing this, Ansel frowned, and a barely perceptible trace of sadness and anger flashed across his face.

But soon, he regained his composure, looked at Alan and said, "Then you'd better tie her to the bed with iron shackles, otherwise once she wakes up, she will resist and escape."

Alan looked at Ansel in surprise and asked in confusion: "Oh? I thought you would ask me to let your friend go."

Ansel shook his head: "I am also your slave. How can I ask others to leave? Besides..."

The elf boy paused for a long time before continuing: "And she is not my friend either. We have a bad relationship."

Ansel sighed, obviously not wanting to recall the past.

Alan did not force it. He was busy making travel preparations today. It would not be too late to study it slowly after the woman recovered.

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