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

Chapter 21 Mom, Let Me Teach You

As night deepened, it was as if a huge black silk ribbon was slowly descending.

The whole world was shrouded in a mysterious tranquility.

Moonlight streamed through the cracks in the window, pouring into the room like flowing water and filling every inch of space.

The dappled light and shadow danced on the walls, adding a touch of mystery to the tranquil night.

Victoria sat on the edge of the bed, her face appearing exceptionally gentle in the moonlight.

She looked down at Ye Yan, who was lying on her lap, her eyes full of tenderness and doting.

Ye Yan curled up like a well-behaved kitten, feeling her mother's warmth.

His eyes peered curiously at the world through the tiny slit between his mother's breasts.

"Ye Yan?"

Victoria murmured softly, her voice seeming to come from the distant horizon, ethereal and otherworldly.

Ye Yan raised her head and looked at her mother, her eyes flashing with doubt.

"Mom, is she calling me?"

At this moment, Ye Yan, after his evolution, had a clear and childlike voice.

It's like heavenly music, making you want to cherish it.

Victoria smiled and nodded. She reached out and gently stroked Ye Yan's newly grown white hair, which was soft and smooth, like the finest silk.

Her movements were gentle and warm, making Ye Yan feel incredibly safe and comfortable.

Do you like your current name?

Victoria asked softly, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Ye Yan immediately broke into a bright smile, his eyes curving into crescent shapes and revealing two adorable little tiger teeth.

"I like it!"

He answered without hesitation.

"I like any name my mom gave me!"

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Hearing Ye Yan's words and seeing his innocent smile, a hint of hesitation flashed in Victoria's eyes.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Seeing his mother standing there, motionless.

Ye Yan nudged her mother's frail body with some concern.

Victoria snapped out of her reverie, slowly shook her head, and said with a smile:

"It's nothing, Xiaoyan."

"Mom was just wondering, if I gave you a real name again, would you like it?"

Ye Yan's eyes immediately lit up, and he answered excitedly:

"Of course I like it! Mom must have chosen the best name!"

Although Ye Yan didn't know the meaning of his real name or the purpose of having two names, in his mind, it was simply the name his mother gave him.

He can do either.

"Yes, is that so?"

Victoria smiled, a smile she had never shown before, like an angel.

"Then Mom, you'll have to think about it carefully."

"Um!"

"Mom, think it over carefully. Yan'er, there's no rush."

"good"

Victoria gradually got used to her current life and to Ye Yan being by her side.

"Mommy will teach you Elvish."

"good!"

As dawn broke, the morning light filtered through the cracks in the goblin's lair, dappling a dimly lit room.

The room was filled with all sorts of weapons, some broken and some rusty.

Each one seems to contain an untold story.

"Choose your favorite and suitable weapon from here!"

The old goblin stood in front of a pile of weapons and shouted at the onlookers.

Upon hearing this, the goblins rushed forward, eager to choose a weapon that suited them.

One of the goblins, which had just emerged from its juvenile stage, stared intently at the enormous axe, its eyes gleaming with longing.

He stepped forward eagerly, wanting to lift the axe, only to find that he couldn't lift it at all.

Left with no other choice, he had to settle for the smaller axe next to the large one.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon seeing this, a goblin with a somewhat rough appearance couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He strode forward, raised the large axe, and drew praise from the surrounding goblins.

"Crunch, crunch"

Ye Yan looked around at the weapons and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

There are many types of weapons.

However, the overall quality is poor, with obvious breakage and no maintenance.

It's as if I found it.

It's nowhere near as good as the Black Cleaver dagger he "picked up".

But it still works.

Because of its all-black color, making it particularly suitable for assassination, Ye Yan named the dagger in his hand "Black Cutter".

Furthermore, Ye Yan discovered that the Black Cleaver's sharpness and tearing ability were also top-notch, so he quite liked it.

His judgment remains as good as ever!

Ye Yan glanced at the weapons nearby.

Without hesitation, they chose a few lightweight weapons.

Several small knives were tied to his thigh.

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Take a few more daggers and hang them on your waist.

I originally wanted the bow and arrow, but after thinking about it, I gave up.

The bows here are all of very poor quality; they are damaged everywhere.

Extremely lacking in maintenance.

Maybe after a few tries, the string will break.

It would be better if he threw a flying knife; that would do more damage.

Ye Yan didn't take the rest.

For someone like Ye Yan, who excels at assassination, overly large weapons are merely a hindrance.

This is detrimental to his actions.

However, there were even guns present.

Ye Yan went up to the gloomy corner of the ground and picked up a pistol.

Click!

In a split second, Ye Yan disassembled the gun.

It was discovered that the gun's craftsmanship was not sophisticated, and even somewhat primitive.

There were three bullets on it.

These goblins seemed unaware of the importance of the bullet.

There were only a few bullets among the pile of pistols.

It's really a useless product.

Especially in a world like this.

Ye Yan could sense it during the head-on confrontation.

As long as you can clearly see the muzzle of the gun and the timing of your finger pulling the trigger.

Dodging regular handgun bullets shouldn't be a big problem.

In other words, ordinary firearms do not pose a threat to some powerful individuals.

Of course, if you have a sniper rifle, that's a different story.

Unfortunately, I didn't find anything like it when I looked around.

Even if they did exist, they probably wouldn't know where these goblins had thrown them away.

They seemed unaware of the value of these firearms, even casually discarding pistols to the side.

"Have you made your choice?"

As if to remind him, the old goblin solemnly warned Ye Yan:

"Those humans outside are very cunning; you can take some more weapons."

Indeed, all the other goblins carry big swords and axes.

But he was holding a dagger in one hand and his other hand was empty?

That's enough.

Ye Yan did not explain, nor was there any need to explain to them.

"Yes, that's enough for it."

Just then, a goblin's strange, sarcastic voice came from beside him.

"Hehe, anyway, it's all free for these goblins."

They were the goblins who patrolled with him.

Ye Yan’s disdain was evident on his green face.

"If we take too much and get killed, we'll have to bring the weapons back!"

"You all agree, right?"

Goblin charged at the goblins behind him and shouted.

"yes!"

The goblin behind him chimed in:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

(End of this chapter)