Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 36

[Class] King/Unified

[Possession Skills] "Son of Chaos Ghost Ruler", "Rebel Soul", "Roar Eating Heaven and Earth", "Sword Moving A-", "Lord of the Hegemony", "Soul of the King", "King's Heart III", "Families of the Gods", "King Dances on the Dead Line", "First Serpent's Eye", "Magic Manipulation", "Soul of the Raging Champion", "Third Chant", "Intuition", "Blessing of the Underworld Goddess"

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

[Subordinate Demon] Hi Kobolt "Has" (Lv77) Grey Wolf "Gastra" (Lv20) Grey Wolf "Cynthia" (Lv20) Oak King "Buy" (Lv82)

[Status] "Blessings of the First Serpent" and "Guardian of the Two-headed Serpent"

"You want to go home?

Ask me quietly, and Shmere and Gi Zar will turn the blame on me. Something from Gi Za said it would be troublesome. From Shmere, it seems to have included confusion that you shouldn't lightly say what you can't.

"Are you going to give me back?

I snort at Serena asking how she was scared.

"When the time comes, I'm going to have a negotiating desk with the fairies."

I'm not lying. Goblins are not enough to defeat humans and launch my hegemony in this world. Oak led by Buy. Kobolt, led by Huss, is also thinking of it as a handkerchief now, but that's still not enough.

To beat them, face man as king of tribes. Excellent Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph) on the bow, I want it to be a great fighter. Given that, you don't have to go out of your way to be hostile.

But if. Not if it's going to be hostile to me and obstruct my hegemony. I will not resign myself to imposing sanctions by the sword and incorporating them under my control. It all depends on how the silf comes out.

"Goblin's husband is very generous."

"Really? I guess you guys just forget to tolerate it, huh?

Shumea was stunned by my words and put her head on with a bitter smile.

"Well, when they say that, there's no word to give it back."

"… that, yes, thank you"

"What, no thanks?"

It depends on how silf comes out. I'm not in the mood for extra gratitude. Then, Serena's story extended to the details of Silf's life. Talk about playing with cohabitants called dwarves (colo) and collecting medicinal herbs that can be eaten near a settlement in Silf. Talk about the elves my peers.

One of the things that bothered me the most was the blacksmith dwarf (Colo Dwarf). Colo Dwarf lives in a dark hole warehouse and shows excellent skill in blacksmithing and craftsmanship. It's quite intriguing, as far as I can tell, to have an elf specially made liquor and a knife made in exchange.

"How many of those Colo Dwarves are there?

"Well, we had a drink."

I frown unexpectedly at the blooming smile of flowers. It's not a good answer to the point. I don't mind forgiving this one, but that doesn't make it any easier for me to talk to you.

But at this point, it's also possible that Silf will see my intentions through her. Guess we shouldn't be pursuing it here.

I'll listen to you further.

It seems that each of the Sylphs forms an independent settlement in the forest and has no interference with the world almost outside. They're like people who believe there's all happiness in the woods. No wonder it's pulling.

But there is an exception to everything.

Some of them seem to be active in the human world as adventurers. When it comes to that story, Shumea, who was listening with me, speaks up.

"You've heard of me, too. Phinney, the Bow King of the Blood Alliance (Klan) Flower Moon (Fairy Ali), and the five bow Schoen of the Eastern Shrine. I'm not a bowman, but there's a fire lizard, Balooi."

Serena gladly tells the story as she supplements it.

"Feeney, Mr. Schoen is also silf, isn't he? Mr. Ballouis is probably a salamander. Everyone is the people who jumped out into the outside world over thirty years ago. Isn't that amazing?"

The five bows seem to refer to those who are bowmen and enter the five fingers of the Shreddish nation.

"Hmm, but why were you a slave or something? If you ask me, the Sylphs seem to know that living in the woods is where happiness is."

Serena drops her shoulder to see if the topic I shook was bad. Shmere's gaze creeping her eyebrows hurts, but she ignores it and encourages her to talk.

"... I've always admired the outside world. That's life in the woods, it's full, and there's everything you need to live. But..."

So Shmere graciously holds Serena's shoulder pressing silently.

"... someone once said it.“ There's everything here, but there's no freedom. "The man left the woods, never saw him, but I don't know what freedom is. But I just wanted to try to understand a little bit of the sole that the person dreamed of..."

"So, were you caught by a vicious slaver"

Serena snorts in tears at the words of Gi Zar.

"You're free. Well... it's good to be able to decide your own will"

Shmere, a former slave, laughs bitterly at her own neck. Once there was a collar of life-threatening slaves, whose lives were dictated by others. How much mental pain does the reality that my life is not even my own?

What hurts in the back of your chest is the twist of "The Soul of Rebellion". That pain where you can twist and bend yourself to the gods, to the humans and to any other powerful man who has as much. It was unforgivable.

"I see, I know exactly why you've become a slave"

"Yeah, well, cheer up. If I ever meet someone like that, I'll tell them I'm safe. So, what's the person's name?

"Thank you...... the person's name is Puell. It's a man named Puel Silent Forest."

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The front streets lined with shopping districts in Wangdu are still lively today. There is a little distance from it. Backstreet, there was a corner where slave traders stood side by side.

Yuza, one of the guard's soldiers, was still taking soldiers of civilian origin to policing the city today and putting them out.

"Damn!

Lately his grump has been unknown to the ceiling. That thing, the rubbing that increases proportionally to the increase in the proportion of adventurers, and his boss, the Kingsguard, can only fall in love with the royal castle's officials, and he can't rely on them. The recent increase in the number of adventurers is certainly a good force for shredding the forest from demons.

If you look at it as a human being as a whole, it certainly is.

─ ─ Strong armpit gorots, too much! It's no use! It spits energy into the woods. If you look at the whole human race, be it!

He curses in his heart and speeds up his feet. Run with the momentum to kick through the hustle and bustle of the front street, cutting the lead to the back alley.

"Why do these guys called adventurers cause all these problems too!? Yeah!? And it was just my shema!

As soon as I go into the back alley and hear less, I exasperate a great deal of cursing. Is his men able to be, just bitterly smile at each other and look at each other?

"Thanks to you, I'm back on holiday! My beloved Cifa is on the swell and working again, huh? Or the end of saying it! Yeah, dude!?

The serious deputy director, ha, leaves it up to him to be the yelling boss who replied.

By the way, Shifa is his only daughter, and she's going to be four this year. Having heard his boss, Yuza's stupidity, in his booze seat at work so much that it was the only thing he could tap into his ear, the vice president put his head on remembering his adorable daughter's face. I guess it's a cute platter.

"If so, it's time to clean up early. Even for the lovely Mr. Shifa."

"Hey, you care about my daughter! I won't do it, never!... Damn, my coworkers assholes, the adventurer opponents still have a hard time!

Exactly to a four-year-old girl, as much as she likes it and doesn't like it, the sober deputy manager scratches her head.

If I'm not even this fool and child fool, I'm impeccable as a boss, but when I secretly think of my colleagues in Uza...... I mean I think of the other bosses.

Well, he's better. It's fair, it doesn't demand bribes, it stands ahead of civilian soldiers and divides the scene.

There are shortcomings in every human being, and he smiles at the same bitterness as giving up, and alerts his running boss.

"We're about to make a scene."

"Oh, I'll just clean it up, I'll allow the sword to be used, depending on the case. Keep the clasp off!

Soldiers look at each other. The use of the sword is strictly admonished. The more severe penalties the user receives for the Kingsguard himself, the more serious the mistake.

Though it is never a mistake to determine that there is so much danger. Remind them to pay attention.

"Do you mind?

"Think ahead, wild horses are armed and no wonder! But look, don't pull it out until I signal!

Back to back with dirty words, he has a trustworthy reliance on his back. Normally I can't help but squeeze my armed stick into my hand.

"Repeat Ha!?

"Ha! All ready to draw swords"

The soldiers, following the Deputy Chief's voice, removed the clasp and went through the back street.

"He's a Kingsguard! Clear the way!

To the screams of Uza, the wild horses wander. The back streets, the things that gather in places like slaves, those with scratches on their tibia, are not alone or two.

Through that gap, Yuza and the others stepped inside the slave shop.

◆ ◇ ◇

Time goes back a bit, inside the slave shop.

As a garlic, the slave trader set the rules for his guests. His eyes, polished over the years of his slave trader life, judge his next guest as a superior.

From what I hear, you're on the line of a blood league with a name.

"Dear Flying to Freedom (Elks), did you have any good goods?

Slave traders laugh less inside. It's called the Saint Knight Gene the other day, he's just a good paying customer. He's getting lucky, and I can't stop laughing.

"Are human slaves like this?"

This blood alliance, which normally operates in the Far East, should not know what the market is. I have a problem with some blowing, and I start solovan in my mind, and I nod.

- Now, do you want a sub?

"There were some tight tightening from the castle yesterday for several minutes."

Slave suppliers are either earned in battle or put themselves in debt. Fine slaves are naturally worth it. Apart from that, sinners also become slaves.

To this extent, the tongue movement of the slave traders bracketed high during the negotiations was smooth.

"... looking for a fairy daughter. Her name is Serena."

It was an elf of beauty among several members who entered. It brings together rich, golden hair in one piece behind it. The war-torn style used for the bow on the back and the green eyes like the wet treasure balls sink with worry.

He was a merchant who had dealt with several fairy slaves and was an elf equipped with beauty that only allowed him to breathe much more.

"Whoa, what do you think? The princess would be listening, wouldn't she?

The slave trader was a tourist to her until he was grabbed by a man like the unreliable man who came out of the crossing.

"... No, I don't know."

The moment I said it, the slave trader gets beaten up by an unreliable man.

"L'Itagne, not very impotent..."

"I know. It's okay."

The reluctant man, who laughs gently, turns his eyes to the slave trader. Its sharp gaze puts me under unexpected pressure.

"Leader, I need to talk to this merchant for a second, so you need to go outside first."

The young man, called the leader, urged Puell to go out the back door when he sighed lightly.

"Um, Leader... Mr. L'Itagne."

"Draw on his feelings... you're going to leave the clan, aren't you?

Puell leaned down and was sealed with more words than that.

"He owed you..."

Wang Du was about to change the season, and the rain clouds that brought about the sharp rain were blocking the sun.

"But"

"Leader"

A man named L'Itagne comes out of inside so as to block the puer who spoke.

"We've got information. About ten days ago, he sold everything to a man named Saint Gene."

The man called the leader in the report wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"Sure, Gene killed you in the dark woods, huh?

"Heh. Slaves are missing..."

The table seems to be getting more noisy gradually.

"Princess, what the..."

"Puel......"

Leader and L'Itagne face to face.

"Once in the woods… I would like to return to my hometown to see"

"... that would be nice"

L'Itagne also nods at the decision of the leader. It's not like Puell and I don't have the option to go into the woods. But in order to do that, we have to abandon the ground we built in the east and start over in the western part of the continent. It will solidify the ground, prepare to invade the forest, and then it will be the first challenge to the forest.

To just one elf, the more I could go out with him, the flight to freedom (Elks) was no longer a small clan.

"Princess, I've taken care of you so far"

With his head down, L'Itagne returns to the store early.

"Goodbye."

A bag of skin handed over to me. The contents were tightly packed gold coins.

"I don't need it, don't say anything. Thanks to you, our clan grew from a clan said to be weak to a clan known for its name in the east. It was just a gathering of Gorotsky, and it was thanks to you that we could be the" pioneers ”who, as the name suggests, would gain freedom and go to unknown lands."

Oh, I'm sure this is a goodbye word, Puell leaned down.

"If it's true, we'll have to get scaffolding in the west for you and help you make your way into the woods. But..."

"The battle against the Red King cannot be avoided now... I know"

A pioneering feud between the clans of adventurers. Without Puell's power it would be a huge pain in the ass. But still, she thanked the leader for sending her out without remorse.

"Are you so beginner that you have money?

She chuckled at the leader's words. Just out of the woods, confused by the number of strays on the road, he was tangled up by the Gorotsky people where he entered the back alley. It was the Flying to Freedom (Elks) who helped me with that.

Gather your people from a small clan and go to a large clan. Coming away is a memory of the past. Sometimes it was painful, sometimes it was sad. But it's all a pleasant memory, including that.

"Bye, Puel Sinforua of the Silent Moon."

"How are you, our“ pioneer wings ”Touri Nokia"

We fisted each other, and that's how they broke up.

Touri, the leader to cut off his thoughts, disappears into a mess. When he drives her figure out of sight, he returns to the store. There's the statue of a Kingsguard soldier questioning L'Itagne.

"Oh man... do you want some stinky rice for a while"

My hands are beating, if you want to heal the grief that sticks to this chest at all, you might want to ram it a little.