Mister Ghost was the goblin chief? Oh, no! Oh, no!
"I'm not a ghost, by the way," the goblin chief went back to eating.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Ok, so I didn't do it with a dead person!
Well… Aron didn't count.
I hoped.
"I'm the dungeon core of the dungeon you are so set on plundering," he even chuckled.
I gulped.
Ok, this wasn't good. Not good at all!
"But, to put it in simpler terms. Not that you need it, but I need it. It is not every day a dungeon core marries me, steals my boss mob schema, and then cooks me dinner. Or is it breakfast? I haven't seen the sun in so long… is it still yellow?"
I gulped once more.
"Yes?" I didn't sound sure, but he seemed not to hold it against me.
"Hm… because there was this prophecy that it was going to turn red," he took the last of the food and licked his spoon clean. "Well, I guess I did most of the cooking. You… did your thing with the potatoes."