"Name?"
"Poz."
"Gender?"
"Male."
"Race?"
"Goblin."
"You can go home and wait for news. The next one..."
No one likes goblins, those green little guys with sharp mouths and monkey cheeks, but I guarantee that Boz is different from his cunning, profit-seeking, and subversive compatriots. In fact, there are still many shining points in Botz's body, such as his oily nose and barren head.
In the eyes of his current owner, Vonn Yarfan, everything about Pozzi is good, including the white teeth shown in his confident smile, his seemingly never-ending enthusiasm for sales, and the occasional crooked business proposal. Pozzi is all good, so to speak. But if he hadn't been a little too diligent, and wouldn't have gotten into trouble again and again, and if he hadn't reached out on his own initiative, they would still be guarding the crowded, shabby but warm little shop and continuing their ordinary daily life.
"The synonym of Goblin is 'trouble'." Feng En shrugged helplessly and sighed.
(I'll update it about once a week. I'll write more slowly so I can have more time to think about it.
The textual garbage produced by stereotypes and industrialization is not what I want to write.
Just to complete a grudge, a story about an ugly goblin)