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

Chapter 33 Victoria's Incredulity

Morika's lips curled up slightly, showing interest in it.

Tell me about it.

"Hit me! Hit me!"

Morika gave Goblin Mo a look of disgust.

However, her disgusted and disdainful expression seemed to only excite Goblinmo even more.

"Hurry up and hit me, I'll hit myself!"

Snapped!

Without the slightest hesitation, Morika lashed out at the disgusting goblin.

"what!"

A harsh, hoarse, and unpleasant sound came from the goblin at her feet, causing Morika to frown even more deeply.

That's why she hates coming to places frequented by such lowly races.

However, earlier outside the lair, I heard the strange goblin's voice.

It seems that the goblins' voices aren't as unpleasant as the goblins'.

"When that goblin was born, still a cub, it killed dozens of other goblin cubs, its own kind."

Goblin Mo reluctantly raised his head and looked at Morika, seemingly seeking her approval.

"Master, do you think it's been born?"

"oh!"

Upon hearing this, Morika narrowed her eyes slightly.

Even they wouldn't kill cubs.

No, how could someone so newly born possess such awareness, let alone the decisiveness and power to kill so many goblins in such a short time?

If you think about it that way...

That guy is definitely more like a demon than she is!

That's interesting, so very interesting.

Previously, I only came here to take a look because of the strange phenomenon and what those old guys said.

I never expected to have such an unexpected bonus!

"Hit me"

Goblin Mo, seeing that Morika hadn't made a move, urged her on.

"Go on."

Snapped!

The woman paced slowly, the leather whip in her hand jingling softly.

The sound echoed in the room, like an eerie melody, making people involuntarily tense.

Her figure appeared even more mysterious and dangerous in the dim light, making people both want to get closer and feel fear.

"what!"

The goblin's den is dark, damp, and cold, on the second floor below.

The air in the small but fairly tidy room was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression and oppression.

In the corner of the room, a figure stood quietly.

That was Ye Yan, a bright smile on his face, as if he had just accomplished something exciting.

At this moment, Victoria is Ye Yan's mother.

She stared wide-eyed in horror at the bag in Ye Yan's hand.

The bag was stained red with blood, a shocking sight.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Ye Yan's face.

That once familiar face, now a stranger.

"You... killed someone?"

Victoria's voice trembled slightly.

"yes!"

Ye Yan nodded without hesitation, his tone filled with pride and smugness.

"Yan'er killed... killed so many people!"

"Isn't that amazing?"

Ye Yan raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand, like a child showing off his new toy.

It seems that he wanted to receive his mother's praise.

However, looking at Ye Yan's bright smile and the blood dripping from the bag...

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up in Victoria's heart.

At that moment, Victoria understood deeply.

The fact is, her child is a goblin.

This is a fact she cannot escape, no matter what.

Ugly, evil, and chaotic race.

She stared blankly at her mother, her eyes lifeless.

Ye Yan tilted her head in confusion and walked over.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Yan cautiously approached and reached out a hand to touch Victoria.

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out as Victoria forcefully slapped Ye Yan's hand away.

He was stunned. He saw Victoria's brows furrowed, her ruby-like brows flashing with angry fire.

"Do not touch me!"

Victoria's voice trembled, and she seemed to be in a state of extreme emotional instability.

Ye Yan stared blankly at her, her ruby-like eyes seemingly filled with endless anger and pain.

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He clearly remembers when his mother, Victoria, was born.

That's the look in her eyes, that complex gaze that he still can't forget.

Why is Mom looking at him like that?

His heart was filled with doubt and unease.

Did he do something wrong?

He tried hard to recall what he had done recently, but couldn't find any reason that could have made his mother so angry.

Is this how a mother expresses her love?

Ye Yan suddenly thought of this possibility; he remembered that his mother used to be like that.

Although her way of expressing it was somewhat unusual, it was her unique way of showing affection.

Thinking of this, Ye Yan's mood brightened, and the previously gloomy atmosphere was swept away.

He understood that since his mother liked this approach, he would go and fulfill her wishes.

From now on, he will kill anyone who makes his mother unhappy.

Then they brought their bodies to their mother's eyes.

Mom will be so happy!

This idea excited Ye Yan.

He seemed to have already seen scenes of the future, full of excitement and tension.

Looking at Ye Yan, whose expression changed drastically.

Victoria really didn't understand what Ye Yan and her child were thinking.

The package in front of her was opened, and Victoria saw many familiar things inside: equipment.

She knew it was the Guido Squad.

Although we only met once, I still can't accept it.

The Silver Adventurer Squad, even among humans, is certainly not weak, if not top-tier.

The captain, in particular, possesses at least the strength of a fully-fledged player.

However, this team was wiped out by Ye Yan in less than a few months.

Seeing that her mother was staring intently at the package, Ye Yan dumped everything out in one go, showing off her accomplishment like a child.

"Block! Block!"

Things poured out like a waterfall, scattering all over the ground.

Ye Yan, with a smug look on his face, pointed to the items and said:

"These are all for Mom. Take whatever Mom likes."

Looking at Ye Yan's innocent smile, Victoria gave a self-deprecating laugh.

What a filial child!

However, at that moment, a crisp "clang clang clang" sound broke the "warm" atmosphere.

Something rolled out from among the scattered items and landed at Victoria's feet.

She looked down and was immediately stunned.

It was an exquisite pocket watch, its golden case gleaming under the moonstone.

She knew that the pocket watch belonged to the priest's girl.

Victoria hesitated for a moment, then reached out, picked up the pocket watch, and gently opened it.

Inside the pocket watch, a yellowed photograph lay quietly.

In the photo, two young girls are leaning on each other, their smiles as bright as flowers.

Below the photo, a line of neat handwriting catches the eye:

"Happy birthday"

(End of this chapter)