Under Austin's constant chatter, the goblin raised its head timidly.
When Austin made eye contact, it seemed to see the dawn of hope for communication.
What he neglected was that the goblin's hands buried in the sheets were clenched into fists.
The choice to snatch the Scout's backpack was a random one, and it was also a pure accident for Austin.
It had been wandering alone for many days, and it was so hungry that it lost its mind.
The coma after lying down was also an act of helplessness. It only hoped that this group of people would be soft-hearted enough to bring it along, so that it could find an opportunity to act again.
In the end, it was brought back, and the person in front even gave it a comfortable hot bath.
For the goblins who had been rolling around in the fields for many days, it was a heaven-like time when it was carefully cleansed. With this level of comfort, it fell asleep in Austin's arms.
