Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 209 A Feast from a Hundred Families: Repaying the Kindness of Raising Children

Night falls.

The stars were hidden behind thick clouds, leaving only a faint sliver of moonlight, dappled across the quiet path.

Chris walked hurriedly through the dim light and shadow, his heart seemingly filled with unspeakable anxiety and determination.

Her shadow was stretched long, contrasting sharply with the surrounding silence.

This road is rarely visited.

"Why"

Chris sighed, leaned helplessly against the wall, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar street.

"I'll have to sleep outside again."

call!

Just then, a sudden breeze came.

Not far ahead, a figure slowly emerged from the swaying shadows of the trees.

It's Hope.

Under the moonlight, his eyes gleamed with a complex light, meeting Chris's gaze in mid-air, creating a subtle tension in the air.

"Hope, what are you doing here so late?"

Chris's voice was pleasant, yet carried a subtle hint of warning.

"I'm warning you, if you want to live, don't lay a hand on those two."

"oh!"

However, when faced with Chris's threat, Hope simply smiled, a smile that carried a hint of amusement and nonchalance.

"Oh? What kind of danger are you referring to?"

"Are you afraid I'll be killed, or afraid I'll say something I shouldn't?"

"but"

Hope chuckled softly.

"Shouldn't you be concerned about your own affairs?"

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you. As someone who has no sense of direction, it's amazing that you were able to guide me step by step to the hotel."

Upon hearing Hope's words, Chris's eyes flickered slightly, and he shook his head in denial.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"hehe"

Hope smiled faintly and said:

"Then let me put it another way."

"What exactly did you want to do by bringing those two women to that hotel?"

"."

Chris turned around, his eyes fixed on Hope.

"I already said I don't know what you're talking about."

Hope waved her hand, her face still bearing that indifferent smile.

"It doesn't mean anything in particular, I just hope you'll think it over before you act."

"Some people are beyond your control."

"There are some things that are beyond our control."

Hope's tone suddenly softened.

But the power it contains is even more undeniable, as if it is using its last bit of tenderness to try to pull Chris back from the vortex he is about to be drawn into.

So, give up!

Hope suddenly dropped her nonchalant expression and looked at Chris seriously.

"Those lunatics are beyond our ability to handle."

"Didn't you already know?"

Even Gold-level adventurers...

"So!"

Suddenly, Hope's words were interrupted, and the usually calm Chris let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Are we just going to let them do whatever they want in this town?!"

"Do you know that?!"

"Those people, those children, they call out to me in my mind every moment."

"Hey, sister, why didn't you save me?"

"But, but I have no choice!"

Chris suddenly squatted down, hugging his knees helplessly, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm just an ordinary person who gets lost even at home."

"By concealing his presence, he barely managed to gain a foothold among adventurers, but..."

"Besides that, I have nothing."

"So, how about giving up?"

"What?"

Chris looked up at Hope in disbelief and questioned her:

"Didn't you see that hellish scene on that altar?"

"Why can you remain unmoved when you see that scene?"

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"Know"

Hope stared at Chris and spoke.

"ha?!"

Chris got up from the ground and angrily grabbed Hope's collar.

"How could you say such a thing!"

"We all came from orphanages. If even we don't do it, then who will?"

"But we're just ordinary adventurers."

Hope looked at Chris, a strange glint in her eyes, and said sincerely:

I don't want you to get hurt again.

"Haven't we done enough?"

"Not enough? To repay the meals from all those years?"

Hope looked at Chris and spoke his true feelings.

"I don't want to die"

"you"

Just as Chris was about to speak, Hope interrupted him, saying:

"Chris, do you really consider yourself a part of this town?"

"Have you forgotten the look of disgust in these people's eyes when we first arrived here?!"

"Just because they give us leftovers every day, you..."

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"They just treat us like dogs—"

"shut up!"

Chris interrupted Hope.

"Even so, even so, their charity saved us, didn't it?"

"We grew up on the charity of many families."

"Can"

Hope lowered her eyes.

"At that time, only the two of us were left eating with them."

"Now, perhaps there are more adventurers, and they don't need us anymore."

"but"

Hope clenched her fist, her face contorted in pain.

"I still remember the monster invasion, how they treated us like meat—"

"This is what we should do."

Chris interrupted Hope.

"Hope, the people we should hate aren't the ones who feed us, but the ones who don't feed us."

She looked up and stared intently at Hope, as if trying to discern something from his timid gaze.

The two stood facing each other in the moonlight, a silence spreading between them.

Everything around seemed to stand still, broken only by the occasional cry of a night bird in the distance.

Snapped!

She let go.

"I see. Then you don't need to worry about it."

"And you?"

"Me!"

Chris recalled the night the fire raged.

"Hide and don't speak."

That's what her father told her.

"Xiao Ke, stay here and don't come out."

That's what her mother told her.

"Xiao Ke, hide, hide for the rest of your life, and don't let anyone find you."

Her brother said this to her.

"Me!"

Chris turned around, his reddened eyes revealing an incredibly resolute gaze.

"I've hidden enough."

The moonlight scattered, making Chris's blue hair shimmer with a dazzling, deep blue light.

"Is that so?"

Hope clenched her fists, staring blankly at Chris, who was dazzlingly bright in the moonlight.

"So, I won't hide this time."

The shadows obscured Hope's expression, but he nodded.

"Then you need to be careful."

"Those people are a bunch of lunatics."

They are a group of pitiful creatures struggling desperately in the shadows.

"You'd better go back quickly!"

Hope waved his hand dismissively.

"Hmph, I know without you saying it."

Chris ignored him and continued walking.

Hope was left standing there, stunned, looking up at the moonlight and clenching her fists.

If only he were a little stronger.

But, this world.

There aren't that many "ifs".

In the pitch-black night, several dark figures walked towards Hope.

Damn, the next chapter got censored (crying).

It's clear that nothing was written.

(End of this chapter)