The fingers Lynn had placed on the female goblin's wrist suddenly froze.
Then.
The smile on Lynn's face slowly faded, and he raised his head to look at the dark-skinned goblin with a grave, serious expression.
Silence instantly fell over their surroundings.
The goblin froze too.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Did you find some kind of illness, doctor?"
After all, a doctor who had been all smiles suddenly turning serious couldn't possibly be a good sign.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and said earnestly, "Nothing serious. Just some mild malnutrition. A little care and nourishment should take care of it."
The goblin immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that and said, (~￣▽￣)~:
"That's a relief. Doctor, you scared me half to death! I thought my children had mutated!"
But Lynn's expression remained grave and serious.
He thought for a moment.
Then he had a nurse wheel the female goblin's bed aside for the time being. He glanced thoughtfully at the goblin's dark skin and asked:
"There's something I'd really like to ask. Would you mind answering?"
The goblin blinked. "What is it?"
Lynn chose his words carefully and asked, "Does everyone in your tribe have black skin?"
The goblin paused, then said, (￣▽￣)／:
"Of course! You're such a joker, doctor. If Dark Goblins didn't have black skin, what other color could we possibly be? Our ancestors have been black for generations!"
Lynn asked hesitantly, "Are there any exceptions? Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, for example..."
The goblin laughed so hard he nearly cried, clutching his stomach as he said, (ノ￣▽￣):
"Stop joking, doctor. That's impossible. Our bloodline is perfectly pure. There are goblin tribes with other skin colors around ours, though, and we've always gotten along really well."
"Take today, for example. My good buddies from