"Is that some kind of new joke that I don't understand or what?" A frustrated voice with a hint of anger in it echoed in the silent night.
The female goblin and her gang, which included two additional male goblins who looked very powerful—especially the one who was two meters tall—arrived at the location where they had observed Ash during the day. It was midnight, and they found someone sleeping on a good-looking bed ( from goblins standard ) in the middle of the forest, covered in a blanket.
Makitha, with a black vein throbbing on her forehead, couldn't help but express her emotions while trying to suppress her anger. Even if she had a team of highly trained goblin warriors protecting her, she wouldn't have the guts to sleep in the forest so soundly as if she were in her tent. Only tonight she realized that some crazy people were made differently.
