I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

He hadn't seen those green-skinned bastards all day.

After returning from the last night raid, he was busy settling the rabbit people, adjusting the herb fields, and dealing with Vivian's "Happy House debt collection," completely forgetting about these temporary workers.

"We need to go check it out."

Ian jumped up from the ground and leaped towards where the goblin had been.

Halfway there, he remembered something and turned a corner towards the tents of the Gilded Rose Squad.

Inside the tent, Barbara was studying her thick holy book, while Nicole was hunched over a table, writing and drawing on a book.

Phoebe's upper body was wrapped in bandages; the chest that had been dented by the high-level adventurer had been healed by Barbara's holy light.

This made Ian marvel at how far ahead the world was in the field of medical trauma care.

It is said that humans have even more advanced limb regeneration potions... and they are not particularly expensive. A mid-to-low-level adventurer can buy a bottle with half a lifetime's savings.

Seeing that everyone was there, Ian said at the tent entrance, "Come on, come with me to a place."

Phoebe looked up: "Where to?"

"Phoebe, don't ask so many questions." Nicole closed the book in front of her and walked out of the tent first.

Ian nodded; Nicole was more sensible.

A slime and three humans passed by the experimental field and circled the dragon's nest, with Ian constantly casting detection magic along the way.

Finally, the goblins were detected near a pile of rocks.

As you get a little closer, you can hear a commotion.

The sounds were chattering, noisy, and mixed with screams and laughter.

Ian jumped onto a large rock and looked down.

There was a clearing in the middle of the pile of rocks, and a campfire in the center, but no one was adding firewood, so it was about to go out.

Several empty wine barrels lay scattered on the ground beside the campfire, next to a pile of gnawed bones, and the ground was covered with fruit pits and crawling ants.

Dozens of goblins were scattered around here.

The scene was spectacular.

Some lay on the rocks snoring loudly. Others squatted in a corner, huddled in a circle, doing something unknown, occasionally bursting into laughter.

Several goblins were wrestling, throwing punches and kicks at each other. One of the goblins, knocked over, rolled on the ground like a green ball. As it rolled, it knocked over a wine barrel on the ground, and another unconscious goblin rolled out of the empty barrel.

There were even some who were so drunk they were incoherent, pulling down their pants and banging their heads against the cracks in the rocks...

It was truly a gathering of wise men and outstanding talents.

The three members of the Gilded Rose Squad following behind also witnessed this chaotic scene of gods and demons that could be described as mental pollution.

Barbara, who had been following at the back, slowly raised her head, her eyes somewhat vacant.

Since signing her employment contract with Ian, she has had a relatively relaxed time in Dragon Territory.

From initial fear and anxiety to later idleness.

It was far from the oppressive life of slavery she had originally imagined; so far, she felt that she was doing quite well with the monsters.

Unlike ordinary adventurers, they don't have to take great risks to complete quests.

Two days after the rescue operation for the rabbit people, she also treated several minotaurs who had charged into each other, receiving unanimous praise from the minotaurs.

Charles also gave them several gold coins as a reward.

High pay, low workload, a bit far from home, but it includes room and board!

……

But then, Ian brought her in front of the goblins.

Was it because I did too little that I was finally sent to the goblin lair?

Some images kept resurfacing in my mind.

Barbara paused for two seconds, then asked softly, "Lord Ian, you brought us here...is that...that's what you mean?"

Ian was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Barbara blushed and her voice became even softer: "Well... I heard from adventurers that goblins kidnap human women and take them to their lair, and then... and then..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Phoebe's laughter nearly lifted the tent: "Hahaha, Barbara, what are you thinking! How could Ian possibly..."

She looked at Ian, her smile freezing for a second.

"...That shouldn't be possible, right?"

Nicole sighed and rubbed her forehead.

Ian twitched. Did Barbara have some kind of cream puff paranoia?

"What are you thinking? That's not true!"

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, but a trace of relief remained on her face.

"That's good then."

……

Gugu sat on the highest rock, hugging her knees, looking utterly dejected.

He saw Ian, paused for a second, and then his eyes reddened.

"Lord Slime!"

Gugu rolled off the rock, tumbling and crawling to Ian, then knelt down and hugged the rock beneath Ian.

"My lord! You've finally arrived! I thought you'd forgotten about us!"

"Huh? You can speak Common Tongue?" Ian was surprised. It felt like a black guy suddenly speaking to him in Cantonese.

Gugu nodded: "I once managed to snag a general language guide, so I learned a bit from it. It's pretty simple."

Ian patted him on the shoulder: "You've got a bright future ahead of you!"

It must be said that Goblin is a clever and self-controlled goblin.

All the goblins here have gone crazy, only he has remained rational.

The praising Gugu did not make Gugu happy; instead, it looked gloomy, with a hint of fear and unease, and its brows and eyes were all furrowed together.

"...What's wrong with you?" Ian asked.

Gugu's tears streamed down her face: "Sir! I really tried my best! These brats have exhausted me in just one day!"

Gugu began to recount the absurd history of this day.

"This morning, a few people went to steal the dried rabbit feed that the rabbit farmers were drying, and they were chased and beaten with brooms. One of them was slow and was hit by the broom more than a dozen times; he's still lying down now."

"At noon I told them not to run around, and they started fighting. They fought from the pile of rocks to the bushes, from the bushes to the edge of the herb field, trampling several herbs planted by the rabbit people to death."

Ian's tentacles twitched, restraining his urge to kill the goblins on the spot.

"How many people were trampled to death?"

"About seven or eight... I can't remember exactly."

Ian remained silent.

"In the afternoon, a few more went to flirt with the rabbit-woman girls, but were chased away by the old rabbit-woman men with hoes."

No, so you just let the rabbit people wreak havoc, right? Isn't that just pure bullying and cowardice?

As Ian was thinking this, Goblin continued talking, letting Ian know that there were also some daring and ruthless goblins among them.

"They got hungry in the evening and went to rummage through Charles's butler's trash heap. They found a few bottles that they thought were wine, but they turned out to be magic potions. They drank them and have had diarrhea ever since."

Gugu pointed to a bunch of green-skinned people curled up in the corner. Their faces were pale, and they were groaning while clutching their stomachs.

"There was another one who went to touch the web of a crystal spider, and someone tied him up like a dumpling with spider silk and hung him on a tree. He still hasn't come down."

"And...there are more." Gugu's voice trailed off, "Two of them were bored and went to provoke a minotaur, and were picked up by Angry Horn and thrown two miles away. They haven't come back yet."

Ian looked up into the distance and saw two small black dots slowly moving toward them.

Well, who says goblins can't have emperors? These two brilliant strategists even dared to mess with minotaurs. It's only because they were comrades that they weren't banished to the countryside...

We need to give these goblins a thorough military training session to really push them.