The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 300 - 39: Goblin Kingdom

"You’re the King?" Jones was utterly shocked.

"Yes. Why can’t I be the King?" The "Goblin King," lying atop the city wall, looked completely disdainful.

"Are all goblins gatekeepers while being kings?"

"No, as a king, I usually don’t do gatekeeping. Unless, well, it’s my turn."

For a mont, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

The wilderness wind brushed past Jones’s side as he silently tilted his head to look up at the "Goblin King" on the wall. The "Goblin King" also silently looked back at him.

Turning his face slightly, Jones whispered to Dora, "Do goblins understand the concept of ’king’ differently than we do?"

"No clue," Dora hurriedly shook her head.

"So, what business do you have with ? Are you here to buy slaves?" The "Goblin King" asked from the wall.

"You sell slaves?"

"I do. But only during the dayti; nightti isn’t my working hours."

A king with working hours?

Jones grew even more confused.

What the hell kind of situation is this?

After thinking it over, Jones decided to buy a few goblin slaves. Goblins are easy to maintain, cheap in price. Besides, if he didn’t buy slaves, the conversation ahead might not continue.

He spread his hands, saying, "Can you sell them now? I’m of the Blood Clan; shouldn’t I get special treatnt?"

"I never give special treatnt to any slave rchant, not even the Blood Clan." The "Goblin King" then slyly pivoted the conversation, grinning as he said, "But... if you’re willing to give a little tip, I might consider working overti."

"A tip? What do you an, like, an extra paynt? Is that what you’re hinting at?"

"Yes, that’s exactly it."

"How much?"

The "Goblin King" raised one finger.

"One..."

As Jones hesitated between whether it would be a thousand Gold Coins or ten thousand Gold Coins, the "Goblin King" blurted out a reply that made Jones utterly flabbergasted: "One silver coin!"

"One silver coin?" Jones couldn’t believe his ears.

"Yes, one silver coin. If you won’t agree, then forget it. After all, I am a king—you can’t expect to trick into opening the door for you with just a few copper coins." The "Goblin King" smiled mischievously.

"No, no, I agree!" Jones quickly responded, "I’d be delighted!"

"Great! Deal!" The "Goblin King" jubilantly leapt off the wall to open the door for Jones.

"What kind of ridiculous situation is this?" Jones muttered to himself.

Soon, the massive but shoddy city gate opened just a crack, and the "Goblin King" poked his head out from the inside, gesturing for Jones to co over. He looked utterly sketchy.

Jones glanced around cautiously, then hurried over with Dora.

Just as he was about to go through the gate, the "Goblin King" shoved him back out. Then, Jones saw the "Goblin King" extend an open hand toward him.

"Silver coin."

"Fine." Jones was thoroughly exasperated—did the guy actually think he’d try to stiff him out of a single silver coin tip? Reluctantly, Jones fished out a Gold Coin from his pocket and handed it over. "I only have Gold Coins; I hope you don’t mind."

The "Goblin King" was utterly shocked!

He grabbed the Gold Coin, blew hot air on it, held it up to the moonlight for inspection, rubbed it with his clothes, and even bit into it. Only then, elated, did he stash it away and clear the path for Jones. "I love guests like you; honestly, you’re so generous! Because of this one Gold Coin, anyti you need to open the door for you, I’ll do it!"

Inside the city gate, Jones finally got a proper look at the so-called "Goblin King."

A figure barely tall enough to reach Jones’s belly; short, even by goblin standards. His head was disproportionately bigger than Jones’s, bald with only two or three stray hairs sticking up. Pointed ears, a sharp monkey-like face, coupled with a large hooked nose. Two alarming big eyes and a mouth full of ssy, crooked teeth.

The belly was round and plump, but the limbs were scrawny—like a giant grasshopper. He wore ragged burlap clothing.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t burlap clothing at all but simply burlap material tied around his body.

This is supposed to be a "king"?

Following his disbelief at the "silver coin incident," Jones started doubting his vision.

"Follow ," the "Goblin King" called out cheerfully, sneaking off ahead.

"Where to?" Jones quickly asked.

"To pick so slaves," replied the "Goblin King."

"Lord Jones!" Just as Jones was about to follow him, Dora nervously grabbed his hand.

"Do you think I’d ever fear a bunch of goblins?"

Jones gently pulled Dora’s hand away, then continued forward.

The goblin city was no different inside the walls than outside—just as barren. At most, the ground had occasional raised mounds resembling small hills. These were apparently goblin houses, with grass growing on top. They only differed from the surrounding terrain in terms of curvature and height. Walking among them felt like wandering through farmland growing who-knows-what bizarre crops.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; not a single goblin was in sight. Even the open house doors revealed nothing but pitch blackness inside, with barely any light visible.

"Goblin King" walked along, grinning like a fool. "I’ll take you to pick them, hehe. Other ’kings’ wouldn’t personally help you choose, you know. Seriously. I’m only breaking the rules because you gave a tip."

"Other kings? You have many kings here?"

"Not many. Becoming a king isn’t an easy feat—you have to be fluent in common language. Otherwise, how else could we communicate with slave rchants? So, we only have about twenty or so kings here."