Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 108: The Guilt Trip

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: The Guilt Trip

"And do you know what? Taxes help pay for free healthcare," the goblin still refused to give me his name.

I honestly didn’t know from which corner of hell he crawled out, but that didn’t mean that I was going to do as he told me to.

Because if one sees the forms, which were probably still on my desk, one could see that the money was in the treasury!

It was just that the forms were bloody confusing!

"Ok then, sir goblin," I began, as Titan walked by my side. Aron and the rest were perfectly shamed.

Unlike me, however, they had not paid their taxes at all. Not even given the money.

And now, well...

"From debtor’s jail, it is the army. Now, you will pay a fine this time, but next time, you will have to pay, good sir," the goblin cut me off.

"But I paid!" Fifteen percent of everything I have been getting from all of my ventures!

Fifteen! That’s a robbery!

"Yes, you paid," the goblin was looking at a piece of parchment, and my name, with the money, was there!

So, why was he still lecturing me?

"Next time, just hire an accountant," the goblin nodded at another one, who took his place.

"You know, there are children who suffer from many illnesses in the world. And yet, you don’t give your yellow mushrooms to be mass-produced!"

Was he speaking about traditionally farming the golden mushrooms?

The heck?

Didn’t he know that it was going to take about as much mana as powering up a dungeon?

"Sir, I am keeping a barrier around the entire world!" But I had had enough!

That goblin didn’t know what sort of eldritch horrors were waiting for him and his kind out there in the emptiness surrounding our world!

Yes, Mary and Luciano, as Pan told me, had been tame.

But they had still tried to take over the world!

And I could swear to everything that’s holy that there are about four, not one, not two, but four! T-Rexs who are waiting to enter our world and eat their fill!

Brandon, bless his soul, is just one T-Rex dragon! He cannot fight them all off.

And, if I had to be honest, he is big, and looks strong, but, well... it is kind of obvious that he dropped off from the academy.

That said, my dragon son-in-law could easily hand me my ass on a silver platter.

But the horrors that my barrier was keeping from entering our world were not something Pan and his husbands could handle!

"Not to mention that the army is always in need of medicine," that goblin was going to make me fork over the most precious thing I had!

And I... was considering it.

Because I still remembered the soldiers of Solas’ army. I still remembered how hungry they had been, the first couple of days.

Marching on rotten potatoes and rock-hard biscuits...

"Ok," I finally said.

I finally knew why the goblins had chosen this path. Not to make it so, that I got to Sun’s Ray without much trouble.

If they had wanted that, they would have picked the Main Road.

My road.

No, this was a guilt trip. Plain and simple.

"Ok to what?"

Wait, why was the goblin holding a soul contract?

"Look here," the green creature looked at Titan, who chuckled. My blonde hunk of a boss mob, who was also my dungeon master at times, when Aron didn’t want the job, was going to turn me into a charity!

And I... didn’t have it in me to say no.

Huh, guess Pan had it from me.

"If you don’t sign this, we can’t get rid of the stain on your record. And if we can’t get rid of the stain on your record, then we can’t keep you out of debtor’s jail," which meant, I told myself, reading between the lines of what the goblin was telling me, that if I didn’t play by their rules, I was going to the army.

Would... would Telets send me, the loving grandfather who sent him snacks during his academy days and then after, any time he wished for something hearty and warm to eat at night, in the army?

"If you end up in jail," Titan began because he was evil. He had not been long in our world. Having been created recently.

I bet he hadn’t paid his taxes, either!

"Then we can’t see the world," which was bad. I got what he was saying, but darn!

The contract was binding! I was going to end up forking over tons of money!

"Besides," Titan leaned in, his breath tickling my ear.

Ah, I really tried not to think about him as the bad boy type at times, but then he’d do something like holding me close against his rock-hard body, forged by training and eating woodland animals raw, and I’d remember the things he’d do to me every time he felt an itch.

An itch he was feeling because of me. Me being a dark nymph and all.

"Charity is a tax haven," he smirked, as his tongue went to lick along my earlobe.

"Titan," I whimpered. Darn it!

We were surrounded by goblins!

"Nick, barrier," and he didn’t seem to care!

"And the rest of you," the goblin began, only to be met with stares that could scare even a demon most vile.

Like Solas, for example!

Because I knew that git made the forms difficult to fill in on purpose! I knew that he wanted me to fork over my golden mushrooms!

"Before I go and have some fun," I felt like a badass. What can I say? My men were powerhouses, and they loved me!

"I just want you to know that I will pay their taxes as well," I smiled, nodding at each of my husbands in turn. "But I will have some words with Telets! The only things that should be in the forms are the dates and the percentage! No one should care how many murder muffins I have!"

And so, with a flurry of my curls, I let Titan whisk me away to the barrier of sin.

Where I made some baked potatoes first.

I needed to let off steam...