I, the Goblin Emperor, Rule the World - EP.34

Chen Le came before Lila without a word and swiftly administered justice upon her.

 

“Oh, wait, Sister Cas O’Bleu is still here sobbing~~”

 

Chapter 54: Mrs. Dumilan is Going to the Goblin Lair to Inspect Her Son-in-Law, Revised

 

After dressing, Chen Le arrived at another cell on the same floor. A sincere praying Naga, dressed only in pajamas without undergarments, knelt on the bed.

 

However, with each prayer, she grew weaker, not because she couldn’t resist, but because she was sinking.

 

She despised herself for this and feared that one day she would become like those maids, her body and mind transformed into the shape of a goblin, no longer desiring to leave.

 

The transformation of the Naga’s body and mind was a very peculiar process, witnessed by Chen Le. He observed every change in her because he was the cause of it all.

 

Every time she resisted, wanting to push him away, wanting to accuse him of his crimes, but when Chen Le was about to leave halfway through, she couldn’t control herself and begged him to stay.

 

Chen Le entered the cell, approached the Naga, and gazed at her beautiful face. He gently whispered in her ear, “Time’s up. You still need to bear 996 children for me. How many do you plan to bear for me this time?”

 

The Naga knelt on her bed, facing Chen Le.

 

Oh, God, please forgive me.

 

…

 

After dressing, Chen Le left the cell where the Naga was detained, leaving her alone in bed with tears of remorse.

 

Among the four, the Naga was the most uncontrollable.

 

Chen Le returned to the main hall of the Goblin Lair.

 

Looking at the wounded in the hall, he finally raised his head and stared at the ceiling, contemplating how to continue increasing quantity and improving quality.

 

As it stands, the children nurtured by Lila and Cas O’Bleu are the most promising, continuously increasing in magical power and attack strength.

 

While Naga can cultivate high magical power goblins, she also has a greater probability of giving birth to advanced goblins.

 

The recently acquired Tarian cannot determine the final outcome until her first childbirth.

 

Improving quality is not achieved overnight. To rapidly increase current combat power, the only way is to increase quantity, and they must be his offspring because only then is there a possibility of producing advanced goblins.

 

In contemplation, the Goblin Emperor closed his eyes.

 

Vaguely, the howls of three intermediate ferocious beasts still echoed from the second level of the Goblin Lair, indicating that the two giant-headed wolves, leaders of the Wild Forest Wolves, had been released from control.

 

In this instance, Chen Le also discovered a new application for the Goblin Commander profession.

 

【Bewilder Target (Tarian) Conditions: Magic Depth Requirement 4, Unused Magic Requirement 151, Unused Intelligence Requirement 66】

 

【Current Magic Depth 4, Unused Magic 247, Unused Intelligence 347】

 

【Magic -151, Intelligence -66】

 

【Effect Gained: Increased Likability Growth Rate】

 

The Goblin Commander possesses two fixed skills: specialized body language for human females and capture.

 

The former induces illusions and physiological reactions in human females, while the latter can deceive human females to gain special effects. Controlling venomous snakes and wild forest wolves is truly just a sideline for the Goblin Commander.

 

The Goblin Commander is indeed the nemesis of human females.

 

Now that Tarian has been secured, the reduced magical power and intelligence have also been liberated.

 

Now, it’s just a matter of the next target appearing.

 

…

 

In a town northwest of the Goblin Lair, a slightly pregnant girl stood before the graves of her comrades, bidding them farewell.

 

Among those mourning around her were the families of her comrades, but evidently, no one realized that Tarian was already pregnant.

 

For adventurers, farewells like this were somewhat expected. Death was a common occurrence, and they knew this day would come; they just didn’t expect it to come so soon.

 

The presence of the Forest Lords was a helpless disaster for the town.

 

Most of the time, adventurers couldn’t predict the movements of the Lords; if they accidentally encountered them, they had to leave it to fate.

 

And whenever adventurers died, people would sigh and say, “Don’t seek revenge.”

 

The Lords were Lords for a reason—their authority was not something ordinary people could challenge.

 

As long as the Lords didn’t leave the deep forest, any accidents were considered the adventurers’ own fault for entering dangerous territory, and noble forces or civilian groups wouldn’t easily intervene.

 

After Tarian returned with her compatriots’ bodies, she and her mother, Mrs. Dumilan, took out most of their savings and distributed them to the families of the three.

 

Especially Mrs. Dumilan, who felt immense guilt because Tarian’s companions had been called by her. It was to find Tarian that they had entered the Misty Forest that day and ultimately encountered the Lord’s attack.

 

In other words, she had caused their deaths.

 

However, as parents, when they learned that their daughter had survived such a dangerous ordeal, their inner fear and relief were self-evident.

 

So, when Tarian mentioned taking her to meet her lifesaver, a Mr. Elf, Mrs. Dumilan quickly agreed.

 

Although some of what Tarian said were lies.

 

As parents, how could Mrs. Dumilan not notice signs of her daughter being in love?

 

In her youth, Mrs. Dumilan was a famous beauty among the warrior clan. Perhaps because she lived in the warrior village, none of the young people from the same clan stirred her heart. Instead, it was an outsider adventurer who, for some unknown reason, captured the heart of the young Dumilan, eventually convincing her to willingly marry such an ordinary adventurer.

 

But who knew, just a few years after their children had come of age, their father died under the claws of a male mist tiger in the Misty Forest, leaving nobody behind.

 

Not to mention, even to this day, Mrs. Dumilan still had her charm, not diminishing from her former glory. Many wealthy young people from the town and nearby towns came to propose to her, wanting to marry her. However, she had never agreed to anyone’s pursuit and remained chaste until now.

 

This might be related to her simple and contented temperament.

 

Night.

 

In front of the dressing table, Mrs. Dumilan was absentmindedly combing her daughter’s hair as Tarian sat in front of the mirror lost in thought about her sweetheart. All of this was observed by the mother.

 

Mrs. Dumilan couldn’t help but sigh; indeed, Tarian was not young anymore.

 

Although many privileged people had access to elixirs that prolonged life and preserved youth, extending the marriageable age to Tarian’s age or even longer, for her daughter Tarian, it was indeed time to have a stable relationship.

 

In fact, several years ago, many people in the town were pursuing Tarian, but Tarian had always been honest with them, saying that she wasn’t interested at the moment.

 

This sudden plunge into love by Tarian this time made Mrs. Dumilan smile with satisfaction. Her daughter was indeed like her.

 

Mrs. Dumilan also felt that she should personally go and see the Mr. Elf that Tarian mentioned, not only to thank him but also to investigate his background.

 

Pure-blooded elves are long-lived beings; that person might look young, but in reality, they could be over a hundred years old or even more.

 

She couldn’t let her daughter be deceived by an old man pretending to be young.

 

However, Mrs. Dumilan, who was afraid her daughter might fall into the trap of an older man, had never considered that by going, she might be walking into a trap herself.

 

After all, they weren’t heading to an elf’s abode, but the goblin’s nest.

 

End of excerpt

 

Chapter 55: The “Sister Flowers” Who Fell into the Goblin Lair

 

The next morning was bright and sunny.

 

In the beautiful and pleasant little town, a charming mother and daughter pair rose early, tidying up and preparing for a trip.

 

Named Tarian, the girl, along with her enchanting mother, Dumilan, walked together on the road leading away from their hometown, carrying some gifts and local specialties. They passed by many homes in the town.

 

The early risers, leaving their homes for farming, were stunned to see this remarkable mother-daughter duo. Their eyes followed their graceful figures until they disappeared into the distance.

 

Everyone was amazed. Why did Mrs. Dumilan look so young today, making even the young men blush when they saw her?

 

People couldn’t help but comment. “Mrs. Dumilan’s husband, I heard, didn’t have a long life. He died early.”

 

“I heard Mrs. Dumilan’s son, Tazi, has already gone to the legendary warrior village. It’s said that it’s full of big shots there.”

 

“Tazi is really lucky. Not only is he talented himself, but his mother and sister are also so beautiful. If only I could be his father, or at least call him big brother-in-law.”

 

“You’re dreaming.”

 

The townsfolk chatted and laughed, unaware that this might be the last time they would see this mother-daughter pair.

 

Today, not only was the young and beautiful Miss Tarian captivating, but even her mother seemed to be ten years younger. They bore a resemblance, like a pair of sweet sisters walking together.

 

And this, thanks to the Elf Prince secluded in the Misty Forest, as Tarian mentioned.

 

This impoverished prince gave the beloved girl a precious elixir of longevity and youth as a small gift for her mother.

 

It was said to be condensed from the essence of some precious species, although it tasted a bit strong, its effect was remarkably potent.

 

The elixir of longevity of the elven race was renowned worldwide.

 

As a gift from her beloved, Mrs. Dumilan couldn’t resist Tarian’s insistence and finally swallowed the precious pill.

 

The result was visible overnight, with such remarkable effects.

 

Being able to give such a precious gift made Mrs. Dumilan believe a lot in the identity of the Elf Prince mentioned by her daughter.

 

After all, the effects of the medicine she received from her daughter were stronger than the elixirs purchased from the elven tribe by the warrior clan.

 

Such medicines were not only priceless but also only available to wealthy and powerful noble families.

 

So, Mrs. Dumilan felt much more reassured about this trip to visit the secluded Elf Prince. Following her daughter’s request, she didn’t tell anyone or leave a letter explaining her whereabouts.

 

The two left their safe home without any precautions.

 

So much so that one day, a brother returning from the warrior village, faced with an empty house and no news of his mother and sister, was at a loss.

 

Miss Tarian, accompanied by Mrs. Dumilan, arrived at the outskirts of the Misty Forest, where they had arranged to meet.

 

Soon, the lurking wolves noticed them. A blond, golden-eyed man received the message and emerged slowly from a nearby hiding spot.

 

At first sight, Mrs. Dumilan was amazed, not because she was feeling youthful but because she found the appearance of the Elf gentleman, who was to be her daughter’s partner, remarkably outstanding.

 

“Is this Tarian’s mother? Indeed as beautiful and charming as Tarian.”

 

Under the gentle guidance of the Elf gentleman, the two women were not attacked by the surrounding wolves and safely reached the central area of the Misty Forest, unwittingly stepping into the territory of the goblins.

 

At that moment, all the hidden truths gradually unraveled before Mrs. Dumilan’s eyes.

 

What appeared before her were fields, but those working here were not elves or humans, but goblins.

 

Seeing these infamous and hideous goblins, Mrs. Dumilan was stunned and bewildered.

 

She glanced at her daughter and then at the Elf Prince, who was holding her daughter’s arm, her beautiful eyes filled with immense confusion.

 

Elves and goblins were known to be completely hostile races. Elves would mercilessly slaughter goblins, treating their very presence as a great insult to their dignity. Conversely, goblins harbored hatred for the elves, viewing them as cruel despite their scarcity.

 

The coexistence of such contrasting races would leave anyone feeling lost.

 

Mrs. Dumilan approached her daughter and secretly inquired about the situation.

 

Throughout the journey, Tarian explained to her mother about the cursed plight of the Elf Prince in a sympathetic and indignant manner, turning Anruth’s brief explanation into an epic saga in her mother’s ears.

 

What Anruth had briefly recounted was transformed by Tarian into a grand narrative full of emotion and embellishment, due to her shyness and affection.

 

After listening to her daughter’s account, Mrs. Dumilan gradually understood everything, her face turning slightly pale.

 

By this time, they had arrived outside the dimly lit goblin lair.

 

The gentle and kind Elf Prince smiled and spoke to them, “The buildings have been destroyed by the Forest Lord, but new ones are under construction and will be completed soon. For now, please bear with us and rest in the basement rooms.”

 

Mrs. Dumilan looked at the goblin lair before her, her body trembling slightly, feeling disoriented.

 

Something was wrong, definitely wrong.

 

While it was possible that Anruth had been cursed and transformed into a goblin, everything seemed somewhat unreasonable. Noble elves could not possibly reside in a goblin lair.

 

It was understandable to seek refuge here during danger, but now that the danger had passed, even if they had to sleep outdoors, they would not return to the goblin lair.

 

This elf’s behavior was already suspicious.

 

Having seen real elves in the Hero Village, Mrs. Dumilan understood more about their nature than her daughter did.