After entering the maze, they reached the third day.
Crackle... pop...
The blazing campfire illuminated the dark passage in the maze.
At that moment, the goblins who had just woken up trembled as they fell to their knees.
They lowered their heads, fearfully peeking from the corners of their eyes at the figure sitting before the campfire.
"Have you learned it?"
Before the campfire, Molly gently rotated the roasted meat in her hand and asked casually.
The goblins seemed to have been stimulated by something. They hurriedly nodded and said:
"Yes, yes... Underground, there were so many @# powerful #*!"
"They *￥ drove us out of the #ground..."
"It was huge @... black #%, and there were many legs..."
"..."
"Hey, all right, all right!"
After listening to their rambling descriptions, Molly waved impatiently for them to shut up.
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Can't you even speak the common tongue properly?"
"Ah# Master...!"
Hearing this, the goblin who had spoken immediately dropped flat onto the ground and no longer dared to make a sound.
Behind it, four more were kneeling in the same position.
Their humiliating and terrified appearance made it look as though they had been completely tamed.
But don't misunderstand.
Molly hadn't placed a brand on them. She had merely subjected them to some rather rough brainwashing while they were unconscious.
The experiences in their dreams probably hadn't been very pleasant for them.
As for why she had done this?
Naturally, it was because Molly didn't want to use that.
After all, once she used a brand on them, it meant that the two sides would become closely connected on a spiritual level.
"To use it on such stupid and nasty things as goblins..."
Molly glanced sideways at the creatures sprawled on the ground, her