"How are they doing recently? This income is not ideal." The old goblin noble asked irritably while tapping the account book with his knuckles.
Gold coins, he spent so many years just to get more gold coins. But since the twin sisters "lost their children", their daily income has gradually begun to decline.
"The spirit seems to have recovered. From my perspective, I should be able to start a new round of twists and turns... No, it's a performance." When the servant heard about this, he also put away his playful smile and replied carefully.
The "heirs" could not survive the whole year and were killed tragically, so the twin sisters fell into great sadness. The sequelae of this sadness was that they no longer had any resistance and numbly allowed themselves to the old goblin nobles every day.
At the mercy of.
But this situation is what the old goblin nobles least want to see, because anything called "performance" needs to have enough attractive artistic tension. And if it is just slavery and violence, then it is better to go
Watching the performances of the gladiators is even more enjoyable.
"They are twins, so even if they lose most of their humanity, there will still be some invisible bond between them."
"Then I want to see if they would be so depressed after they were separated. Damn humans, if you hadn't earned gold coins for me, you would have died long ago."
After saying this, the old goblin noble stood up and walked to the underground cell. This time he no longer left everything to his servants, but chose to go into battle himself, hoping to reverse the situation.
The poisonous mist in the crystal bottle drifted into the cell along the corridor, and the human twin sisters, who were already a little nervous, naturally fell into a coma instantly.
"Sir, I think we can't do this anymore, otherwise they will collapse, and once they collapse..."
The servant saw the old goblin noble taking out countless execution tools from the storage bag, and then stopped him after some thought. He did this not because he really pitied the twin sisters, but because he did not want to cause the old goblin noble to lose his family again.
.Because once the other party declines, your commission will naturally be reduced immediately, not to mention the countless gold coins that have been deducted in the process of doing things over the years.
"Huh? When did I need a servant to tell the truth? If you can't come up with a better solution today, then don't blame me for not remembering the relationship between master and servant for so many years!"
The old goblin noble was furious when he heard this. He is now an earl. Although he obtained this title with gold coins, he cannot be trampled on by a servant like this.
"Actually, it is not the best choice to forcefully break the bond between the two of them. If we..." The servant bowed and saluted again, and then expressed his thoughts.
As the servant whispered, the old goblin noble's brows gradually relaxed, and finally he threw a heavy money bag to the other party.
"Just do what you said, and I can give you one percent of the gold coins I earn from it." After the old goblin noble said this, he waved his hand to signal the servants to take action immediately.
The servant was overjoyed when he heard this, knowing that even "one percent" would be a wealth that he would not be able to earn in several lifetimes. He took out a small glass bottle from his arms and poured all the liquid inside into it.
In my sister’s mouth.
"Sir, this is a powerful drug, enough to ensure that the person who takes it will be comatose for three days and three nights. As for the next thing, you need to do it yourself."
After the servant finished speaking, he carried his sister and left the underground cell. The old goblin noble remained sitting in the cell, seeming to be thinking about what he should say next.
This is a turbid dream. In the dream, the sister always wants to hold the other party, but the other party ends up drifting away.
Eighteen years later, my sister slowly opened her eyes under the influence of the antidote, but the first thing she saw was not her sister's familiar big teeth, but the sad face of the old goblin noble.
Lost, confused, and helpless, my sister looked around the cell blankly, but in the end she did not see her sister. Her eyes met the old goblin noble, and although she did not ask, the meaning was obvious.
"Your sister has long been suffering from a serious disease, and she has also been suffering from the pain of losing a child recently. Therefore, if I don't take her away, she is destined to not survive tonight."
The old goblin noble said the words he had prepared in advance, and then his face was filled with regret and sorrow, as if the pain was far more intense than that of his sister.
He did this just to cut off the invisible bond between the sisters. Otherwise, if they continue to be depressed like this, it will no longer be possible for them to achieve their great ambitions.
However, what surprised him was that his sister did not have any overreaction when she heard the words, as if what she said was not her only relative, but something that could be thrown away casually.
"Then please ask father to take good care of my sister. I will wait here for her to come back." My sister said so, and then crawled back to the grass nest without any response.
Therefore, the second half of the old goblin noble's words was suppressed. He resisted the urge to kick his sister's face, got up and left the cell.
Time became slower and slower, and eventually it was like a duckweed in a quagmire that could no longer move an inch. During this period of time, my sister never said a word. She spent most of the day slumped in the grass nest, seemingly silently
Waiting for my sister to return, or completely giving up the idea of living.
The water evaporated a little, and the bones turned into fresh meat, which finally looked cooked and fragrant. However, even so, my sister only took a few bites every day. It seemed that as long as she could still breathe, she didn't need more food. On the first day, my sister plunged her head into the grass nest, and the gills on both sides of her neck kept opening and closing, as if she planned to take all her sister's breath as her own.
The next day, my sister stopped grinding nuts and stuffed the dried meat into her mouth randomly. It was a mixture of negativity and anger.
On the third day, my sister began to wander around the stone cell like a zombie. Sometimes she was rubbing the ground where her sister had done it, and sometimes she was talking to the air with a silly smile.
On the fourth day, the tears in my sister's eyes completely dried up, and she began to stop eating and moving. Apart from staring blankly at the ceiling of the cell, she looked like a corpse.
On the fifth day, my sister began to recite sacred scriptures. Perhaps this is the only thing she can do now, and perhaps only in this way can she help the other person.
But her sister didn't know that after the fifth day, she would faint at regular times every day. During that period of fainting, she would be forcibly injected with magic potion by the servants to survive.
As the personal belongings of the old goblin noble, the sisters have never had any rights, whether it is the choice of life or the way of death. Except for a brief moment of peace after achieving certain requirements of the other party, they have no rights for the rest of the time.
Suffering.
But even so, the sisters never gave up hope. One third of this courage comes from their dependence and trust in each other, one third comes from the longing for the outside world, and one third comes from the old goblin nobles.
smile.
However, at this moment, the elder sister lost the embrace of her younger sister and could not see the smile of her "father", so she lost hope little by little and lost the motivation to continue living.
"Where are you? Are you really sick? Or is it all a lie!" My sister slowly opened her eyes, but did not speak. She could only think about this question in her heart, and there was no way she could really say it.
, because once you do that, it will herald the end of your relationship with your "father".