Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players

Howard tilted his head slightly, settling into a comfortable position as he murmured, "Ah, I’m a bit tired now. Just let me lie here for a while."

Nia covered her mouth, her laughter barely contained.

The woman with the bucket waist, seemingly eager to speak her mind, glanced at her husband and gestured subtly towards the door with her eyes.

Nia’s father said to her, "Take good care of him."

Then, he walked towards the door, the middle-aged woman following suit.

Once they had put some distance between themselves and the cabin, arriving at the riverbank, Nia’s father broached the subject, "What’s on your mind? You can speak freely now; we’re far enough from the cabin. He won’t hear us."

The woman with the bucket waist finally voiced her thoughts, "Husband, the man Nia brought this time seems to have taken a liking to her."

"Taken a liking? What do you mean?" the man inquired, curiosity piqued.

With a coquettish demeanor, the woman replied, "Oh, you know what I mean."

A playful expression crossed the man’s face as he stroked his stubble-covered chin with his rough hand, pondering, "But the fellow seems to be of noble birth. Just the clothes he wears are worth more than what our family makes in a year. Even if he has taken a liking to Nia, it would be difficult for us to have him as our son-in-law."

Adopting an air of worldly wisdom, the woman said, "Ah, husband, those nobles wouldn’t spare us a second glance. We shouldn’t harbor any illusions about Nia marrying him and becoming his wife. But, if Nia could establish a very close relationship with him, wouldn’t we have everything we could possibly want?"