I sit idlely inside a metal cage as the goblin that I assume to be the ringmaster is smacking the animal handler. He is the goblin that works with all the performance animals. There are monkeys that look like small chewbaccas, Manticores, pelican like birds and some other fantastical creatures. inside cages right next to my own cage.

  “Eps corna avit der brudswam” The animal handler sheepishly talks to the ringmaster. But all he gets is another smack to the face.

  He approaches my cage again. With an unconvinced expression. At this point I understand my life is not really my own. As they can decide my life and death with little effort. So the best I could do is either take over the whole operation later on. Or try to get enough liberties to make an escape attempt.

  I am surprised to get this thrown right on my face. My instincts show themselves to be as eternally useful as ever. It completely explains all the intricacies of the contract system.

  It turns out that contracts can be easily removed by thousands of different methods. It is also possible to make a counter contract if you don’t like a contract given. My human knowledge of contracts will definitely allow me to find a few ways to worm some loopholes.

  I quickly form up a contract of my own and make broad and vague responsibilities for me and precise wording for his part. The ringmaster laughs and wraps his hands on my cage as a look of madness flashes in his eyes.

  We start forming contracts back and forth. The previously predatory contract starts forming into a real equal contract. As we both go back and forth. I continue try to pull the wool over his eyes and try to keep him from realizing he has a much better foot to make demands from.

  I keep the wording somewhat submissive and flattering to him. But make sure that none of that translates into anything of any actual meaning. It seems to be very effective. As we finally settled on a contract. It would make it seem like he will be serving me in the end.

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  I crack my knuckles metaphorically as i just achieved the best contract that he would ever be muddle headed enough to give me. I had to compromise in a few places. But its not like I would have been allowed to do those thing even if the contract said I could. If I annoy him enough he would just break the contract because the punishment for breaking it is very light.

  He set a hard limit of how many kids I could have. The whole circus would have been wipe clean off the face of Expira if I really was shameless and spawned 5 thousand warriors. To run around.

  I also couldn’t get him to place that much effort on leveling me up. He also just barely allowed me to roam. Its stuff like that, if I annoy him enough then he would break the contract and do something drastic. So the liberties that I managed to squeeze aren't possible to abuse.

  I should just fool him into thinking I need way more food then I actually do. Then after stocking up a couple thousand Bio-mass then I would make a blitzkrieg style flood of broodswarmers that would wipe them out and all the shame of being sudo-enslaved by fucking goblins.

  Wow. My plans actually gave me a class option. My instincts are telling me that class options are like paths that you can only go through all the way or not even bother to go down. You must either reach level 100 or sacrifice all your levels to pick a different path.

  When I try to think of what happens after reaching level 100. My instincts don’t even give me a response of that they don’t know. Its like something is blocking them from providing me answers.

  All of this class business only took a moment after the contract was finalized. The ringmaster stops my thoughts as he swing the door to my cage open and starts fondling my body. Giving me a huge hug and carrying me in a swirling motion.

  I dislike the treatment greatly. But before I could complain he just drops me on the ground and runs off. The animal handler is being shaking by the ringmaster as he enthusiastically talks to him. After he finishes speaking with him. He gives him a few good smacks on the head and leaves the room. As the animal handler can only shiver and nod along in response.

  The animal handler approaches me. Now free from my cage. Most of his courage is sapped from him. He reaches his little green fingers and tries to touch my head. I look at him with my beady black eyes as his green skin seems more teal every second.

  “Hello Broodmother. Please don’t bite me.” I hear the goblins voice, but he is talking in English.

  “Oh!” This changes a lot.