I, the Goblin King: Rise to Dominate the Other World

"Alright, I agree to your terms. I just didn't expect a low-level goblin to possess such intelligence for communication," Lilith said straightforwardly.

Lin Tian's heart flashed with a hint of a mischievous smile.

Now, he couldn't rush things. To test it, he needed to slowly develop feelings.

Then, he explained the situation here to them and agreed on some rules.

Lilith and the others were arranged comfortably, even feeling a bit touched. "I appreciate your actions. As long as the intruders into your cave aren't too strong, we'll help you with all our might."

"Then here's to a pleasant cooperation," Lin Tian extended his hand.

At that moment, Lilith's expression changed with a hint of astonishment.

He actually had human habits!

Although she was a vampire, she had been human before becoming one.

Lilith then added, "No wonder the Sword Saintess was driven to seclusion by you. Of course, by 'too strong,' we mean opponents like her."

"I understand. By the way, what's the deal with the count you mentioned?" Lin Tian asked tentatively.

After all, he had essentially cuckolded the guy with over a dozen wives!

If the count was strong and sought revenge, it would be trouble.

Lilith's face showed a clear sadness as she said, "He is our husband, a vampire who has lived for over a thousand years. Unfortunately, he was imprisoned by the Church in the Holy Temple... The Church spared us because we were forced to become vampires."

Hearing this, Lin Tian roughly understood.@@novelbin@@

Since he was imprisoned by the Holy Church, there was no immediate worry about him escaping.

Lin Tian looked at her with concern, "Don't worry. When I become stronger, I'll overthrow the Church. Look, even the Church's Saintess has been tamed by me."

"Really? Really!" Lilith's face showed a look of a virtuous wife, surprised that someone was willing to help her husband.

Lin Tian nodded, "Absolutely. You must be tired. Go rest now."

He then helped her delicate, fair hand into a small cave.

The other vampires looked at Lin Tian with changed expressions.

After Lin Tian left, he heard the vampires discussing.

"Oh my, how did I see romance and responsibility in a goblin?"

"Really, I'm crying. Who understands?"

"After hundreds of years of wandering, now given a place to settle by a goblin, Madam, don't you think he's reliable?"

The group of vampires, being women, immediately started gossiping.

One after another.

But Lilith remained resolute, "Stop it. We belong to the Count. We can't do this. If anyone talks about waiting for the Count, I can't help her."

At the cave entrance, Lin Tian slowly revealed a satisfied smile.

This is the charm of a married woman.

Guarding her chastity, resisting fiercely, but ultimately falling step by step into the clutches, unable to extricate herself.

It's almost like getting a perfect virgin.

Lin Tian left the small cave with a mischievous smile, planning to take a nap.

For now, there's no rush.

...

Bright Town.

The tavern was brightly lit all night.

Many people stayed awake, waiting for news from the Cold-Blooded Mercenary Group.

But they waited until dawn with no news.

The tavern owner couldn't help but sigh, "I think even they failed. Everyone, go rest. This old body can't hold on. If you want to drink, serve yourselves and remember to pay."

Hearing this, the others didn't show any sleepiness.

Instead, they were filled with fear.

They couldn't accept the taste of repeated defeats!

Even the vampires had joined in, and they were supposed to be immortal!

Except for holy attacks, nothing else could cause them fatal harm.

Slowly, everyone's eyes turned to the Wandering Brave.

He was now the only Diamond Rank adventurer here.

Feeling the cold stares, the Wandering Brave quickly said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm here to slay dragons, not interested in those goblins! If you want to fight, can't you gather all your strength and attack together?"

"But how would we split the bounty?" the bald man from before asked.

Most adventurers were in it for the money.

Otherwise, who would go on adventures?

The goblin disaster had nothing to do with them, driven only by the bounty.

The Wandering Brave snorted, "Suit yourselves. I'm not interested anyway."

"Coward."

A voice suddenly rang out in the tavern, but it quickly disappeared.

The Wandering Brave jumped up in anger, "Who said that! Am I a coward? Am I! I'm here to slay dragons, those goblins aren't even worth my time!"

No one responded in the tavern.

Just when it seemed to quiet down, several voices rang out again, "Coward."

"Who are you pretending to be?"

"Diamond? More like dog poop."

The tavern erupted into chaos.

In a corner of Bright Town, there was a rundown little house.

Inside, the furnishings were simple: a gray bed, a cracked wooden table, and a chair.

In the corner was a dust-covered platinum longsword and a pile of armor.

Because of the noise in the tavern, the Sword Saintess slowly woke up.

At this moment, her golden hair was a mess, not knowing how long she had been lying there.

Awake, but not sitting up.

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Her blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she noticed something under the door.

It was an envelope from the mysterious person before.

After hesitating for a long time, the Sword Saintess decided to check it.

Lifting the blanket, she had already taken off her armor and was wearing a light white nightgown.

Her slim waist looked like it could be held with one hand.

The nightgown only covered to her thighs, revealing a tempting expanse of white skin.

Her feet were as tender as a baby's skin, a top-quality product soaked in milk.

However, there were faint scars on her soles.

They were from discovering a trap at the broken bridge and running dozens of miles back within half an hour.

At that time, she didn't even notice that her feet were already worn to the bone.

When she got out of bed, the Sword Saintess staggered, almost falling.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly, "How long have I been lying here? Why can't I feel my legs?"

She then picked up the letter.

Seeing the lion's head with its mouth wide open on the cover, she knew who it was from.

The King of the Lionheart Empire, Emperor Lionheart.

[To Alice Nia,

I heard that your powerful sword will was defeated by a group of goblins. I know that's not true.

You were defeated by yourself. I told you long ago, don't be too strict with yourself.

Sometimes, it's okay to go wild, to forget yourself.

Like a lion.

-----King Lionheart, Charles II]

Reading these lines, a blue tear like seawater inexplicably fell from the corner of the Sword Saintess's eye.

She had even forgotten that her name was Alice Nia.

"Yes, I am Alice Nia, not just a sword, but a person."

Alice Nia murmured to herself, her expression subtly changing.

From her ocean-like eyes that embraced her people, flowed not tears, but herself.

She was crying for herself.

After a long time in a daze, her gaze finally turned to the dust-covered sword in the corner.

At this moment, the tavern was still in an uproar.

The Wandering Brave was arguing with everyone, exhausted and out of breath.

He was being verbally beaten to a pulp.

Then an old man said, "This coward, I've been sick of him for a long time. So many chapters hiding in the corner pretending to be an expert, wasting so many words, and what for! A complete waste!"

"Old man, do you want to die!"

Finally, the Wandering Brave couldn't take it anymore, a white ball of light appearing in his hand!

He was ready to use force to shut them up.

But then he saw a familiar figure standing at the door! As tall as a mountain!

The Sword Saintess!!

The Wandering Brave quickly retracted his attack, forcing a smile and bowing, "Sword Saintess! It's so good to see you recovered!"

"Sword Saintess!?"

Everyone turned their heads, and seeing it was the Sword Saintess, they almost jumped with excitement!

But no one forgot their respect, all bowing in greeting.

In the Lionheart Empire, the only one with the same status as the Sword Saintess was King Lionheart.

Her path of protection was admired and revered by everyone.

Alice Nia signaled for them to be quiet, "I'm glad you all came to support Bright Town. Everyone, it's time to end this. I won't give them another chance to breathe!"

She had planned to deal with Dragon Island first, then the goblins alone.

Now, with so many people, it would be much easier.

"Uh, this..."

Hearing this, everyone felt a bit awkward.

Support?

They weren't here for free labor.

But with the Sword Saintess speaking, they were too embarrassed to explain.

The tavern owner sighed, hardening his heart, "Are you still adventurers? If you help, you can drink all the wine in my tavern for free! Drink to your heart's content!"

"Alright!"

"We'll do whatever the Sword Saintess says!"

"Clear out those threats to Bright Town!"

"The owner is generous, but we would follow the Sword Saintess even without that."

Hearing everyone's enthusiasm, two more brave teams entered from outside.

The leading man was named 'Allison,' dressed like a western gunslinger, with a simple flintlock pistol at his waist.

But he was a Diamond Rank holder, leading a team called 'Gunslingers.'

The other team was also Diamond Rank.

Allison spoke first, "I'm willing to help the Sword Saintess uphold the path of protection. It's just a bit of effort, count me in."

"Diamond Rank! Great!"

Someone couldn't help but exclaim in joy.

But some were unimpressed, "With the Sword Saintess involved, who can't handle a bunch of goblins?"

Hearing this, the others realized.

Disappointed, they said, "Tch, almost let him show off. Just here to mooch off the assist?"

With the Sword Saintess as the main force, everyone else was just assisting.

Or rather, they were all just riding along, gaining fame for free.

"No, this time we'll split into two groups. One for the goblins, the other for Dragon Island."

Alice Nia interrupted them.

Allison, who had just deflated, straightened up again, "Hmph, who said I'm here to mooch off the assist? Don't team up with me, then."

"Sword Saintess, how should we divide the teams?" the Wandering Brave asked.