"What's the smell on him? Is it too smelly?" Francis felt a headache and hated goblins even more. He wanted to tear him up.
He didn't want him to stare at Elsa lustfully.
"Don't smell. You will be poisoned..."
The man on the ground grabbed the edge of the carriage and struggled to get up. He coughed and said, "That's the smell of goblins when hunting, attracting the attention of magic beast."
"If a human being smells for too long, he will be delirious and leave with goblins."
Seeing that he was seriously injured, Elsa turned around and took out the medicine box from the carriage to bind up the man's wound.
"You get in the car first. I'll go ahead to have a look."
As soon as Francis finished his words, he appeared behind the goblin. With a knife in his hand, a green head rolled on the ground with his eyes wide open before he died.
Looking at the fair and beautiful Elsa.
The man gave up the idea of persuading Francis not to act rashly.
He followed Elsa back to the carriage.