Wizard: I am a goblin

Chapter 180: The Knight is the Princess, the Princess is the Dragon, and the Goblin is the Knight?

Chapter 180: The Knight is the Princess, the Princess is the Dragon, and the Goblin is the Knight?

Plans can't keep up with changes.

Gebu hadn't expected to escape so easily—the price was that the swordswoman was left behind as a half-hostage.

Dove, the princess wouldn't harm you, she just desires your body—if I stay, it will cost me my life—

It's actually more convenient for me to take Peacock to the trap myself. With her innocent and naive intelligence, the female swordswoman is easily fooled by Peacock halfway through. It's more reliable for me to go by myself.

Think about it carefully; the princess's arrangement is actually a good thing for her.

However, what the mind thinks is one thing, and what the heart feels is another.

Dove—I doubt he would want to do something like that.

The pleading look in the swordswoman's eyes kept flashing before Gebu's eyes. The halfling looked at himself in the dressing room mirror. White mist condensed on the mirror, obscuring his face, making him unable to recognize the figure in front of him.

hateful.

Gebu felt a mix of emotions. On one hand, he hated himself for abandoning his companions, and on the other hand, he lamented how soft-hearted he had become.

She's just a swordswoman—and even if she did *that*, she wouldn't lose a piece of flesh—probably—

Gob tried to convince himself, but the more he thought about it, the more upset he became. This feeling of loss, both strange and familiar, awakened some distant memories buried deep in the goblin's heart.

Broken Tooth Tribe, poking and prodding, the farewell of the red-eyed goblin.

"Don't poke Gebu!"

I wonder how that guy is doing — actually, am I a qualified partner?

He saved me more times than I saved him.

The swordswoman has saved me several times. When she fights, she always stands in front of me, like a solid steel plate.

This flat steel plate has wasted quite a bit of my medicine.

Gebu's thoughts drifted off somewhere, and before he knew it, a smile appeared on his lips, but it vanished in an instant.

Such a virtuous person's current behavior is no different from forcing her to sell her body; it would be better to kill her.

No.

Gebu steeled his heart and decided to listen to his inner voice—so what if he softened his heart?

If you can't even protect your companions, then you've learned this magic for nothing!

Gebu quickly racked his brains for a reason, trying to figure out how to persuade the princess not to have any impure thoughts about the swordswoman. But before he could even finish his thought, he had already stepped back into the mermaid bath.

"No—no!"

A woman's scream echoed from the bathhouse hall. Geb recognized the voice, his head buzzing, and he instantly lost his composure, forgetting all the words he wanted to say. The goblin wizard conjured a phantom power in his hand and rushed to the bathhouse, looking ready to fight Princess Hilian to the death.

"Ouch! Not there!" the woman screamed in a muffled voice.

Just as Gebu was about to lash out, he saw a petite maid balancing herself on the back of the woman with the knife, massaging her waist with her knees in an extremely precise manner.

The woman with the sword seemed to have never experienced such a blessing before; her face flushed red, and her whole body was as stiff as a fully drawn bow.

The masseuse intensified her massage, sweating profusely, and said with a forced smile, "Sir, please relax a little—"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Princess Hilian was lying on another bed getting a massage, her body relaxed and looking quite content. The woman noticed Geb, raised her eyebrows, looked at the halfling's murderous expression, then glanced at the swordswoman, and smiled with interest.

"What, you're worried about your 'partner,' afraid I'll tear her apart?"

The princess teased.

"No—I didn't mean that, I just—I—" Gebu missed his target, his fist hitting the feather, his anger dissipated, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"In matters of pleasure, I never force anything." The princess gently raised her body, her soft breasts faintly visible beneath her prominent collarbones. "I will not do anything she does not wish for. I am not a dragon, nor is she a princess who needs your rescue, self-proclaimed knight."

The princess's words were quite sarcastic, making Gebu blush slightly. He scratched his head and bowed to the princess.

"Sorry—I was overthinking it."

"I don't blame you. Men's fantasies about lust can never transcend their own nature. A bunch of monkeys in heat, seeing only red buttocks everywhere." Hilian waved her hand at Gebu, revealing a hint of impatience. "Go, knight, retrieve my treasure—I may not be a dragon, but if you've lost my patience, I promise I'll burn you to a crisp."

The swordswoman, pinned to the side, couldn't speak, only able to look up at Gebu. The halfling could only send her a message: "Sorry—I'll be right back!"

Then he turned and walked through the changing room, down the third-floor exit, and returned to the spiral staircase on the second floor. The old peacock was waiting for him at the top of the stairs, with four faceless guards beside him.

The old woman looked at Gebu with a face full of anger, without saying a word, but simply pointed at him and then pointed to the stairs.

"lead the way."

Gebu glanced at her, then walked ahead without a care, with the old lady and the guards following closely behind. The group went downstairs, bypassed the ballroom, and left the mansion through the back door.

They remained silent all the way to the back garden.

The most eye-catching feature in the garden is the central green maze. The dense hedges are trimmed into neat green walls, standing tall and straight, over three meters high. The entrance is built into an archway, dark like the mouth of a night beast.

It was late autumn, past midnight, and the weather outside was a bit chilly. Gebu breathed into his palm, rubbed his hands together, stopped, and turned to look at the peacock.

"Hey, old peacock, that thing is in the center of this maze—are you sure you want to take these people with you? Once you get it, the princess won't need you anymore," Gebu transmitted to the old woman.

The peacock squinted at Gebu, then moved its lips and whistled.

In the darkness, figures moved about!

Before the faceless guards could react, several men in black leaped out from the shadows, knocking one of them unconscious with a blow to the head, while another grabbed the second guard by the neck from behind and strangled him until he was unconscious.

The remaining two guards drew their swords, ready to fight back, when a tall, thin figure flashed out from the side. With a flash of white light, one guard was disarmed and then struck hard in the face, his mask shattered, and he passed out.

Only one faceless guard remained, his hands trembling as he faced the menacing enemy.

Seeing that he wasn't paying attention, a man in black behind the guard drew his knife to stab him—but a tall, thin attacker shouted and stopped him.

"Don't kill anyone!"

The guard who had narrowly escaped death instinctively turned his head to look at the person who had ambushed him. At that moment, the tall, thin man in front of him moved like lightning, aiming at his chin and striking him with the blunt hilt of his sword, knocking him unconscious. The last guard collapsed to the ground, his torch falling to the ground, the light flickering.

The faceless guards were quickly dispatched, and the tall, thin man in black picked up the torch from one of the guards and used it to illuminate his face.

It's a witch hunter vulture.

He looked at Lady Peacock, his face grim.

"Where are the goblins?"

As soon as the peacock turned its head, it saw the little guy disappear into the entrance of the maze in a flash!

"Chase!!!"

The witch hunter, Vulture, didn't give Peacock a chance to speak. He rushed into the maze without looking back, followed closely by five men in black wearing bird-beak masks. Peacock and the last two men in black brought up the rear.

As the camera zooms out, the green plant maze transforms into the size of a chessboard, and the figures moving within it appear like ants.

Behind a golden mask, a pair of green eyes watched everything that was happening.

"Gob. Goblin, Geb."

The man in the golden mask muttered to himself, his voice hollow and hoarse, like the hissing of the wind blowing through a broken pipe organ.

knocking.

"Who?"

"Yes—it's me, Belle," the woman's voice on the other side of the door answered timidly. "I received a message, it seems, asking me to speak—"

"About the goblin wizard?"