Goblin Kingdom

The development of a trade route linking the subhuman regions, which began at the suggestion of Eusicaa, the chief of the winged (Halpurea), was about to be completed with the help of the king of Goblin for a period of about a year.

Every certain distance they keep accommodation known as the Travel Inn, causing them to store food and weapons reserves. The perimeter security was contracted by Goblin, making it basically a facility for anyone to use.

The development of this trading route led to the power of goblins being extended to every subhuman settlement. The role of Goblin's king's feared subhuman rebellion prevention can be fully fulfilled. From the home of the Goblins, Fort of the Abyss, to the nearest Spider-Legged Man (Alanea) settlement, it can be reached in just about three days.

Even the most distant settlement of the Humans (Centaur) from the Spiderlegged settlement is about seven days from the Abyss fort. It is an unthinkable rate before.

But at the same time, the subpeople will benefit from the trade route. That is the improvement of health care and the elimination of food distress. The Subman is generally a hunting people. Targeting is a dangerous and extreme prey known as the Warcraft. If you take that prey, it will not be recognized as a single person, but naturally you may suffer many injuries at that time.

Until now, all we had to do was prescribe different treatments and herbs for each settlement, but the increase in traded goods due to the development of trade routes resulted in a significant increase in herbs for treatment.

Amidst the vast dark woods, in the dotted subhuman settlements, there were certainly also herbs, such as those found only in the area. Alternatively, there were limited types of herbs that could be used as knowledge of the subhuman settlement.

The elimination of them through exchanges was the wish of Eusicaa, who had established a trading route.

The Subman is a people of hunting. Their food supply was unstable to always depend on luck in saying if prey had been taken. To solve that, I came up with the idea of tying each settlement and turning the surplus food around.

What made Eusicaa an excellent merchant and chief was that it served the community and never let go of our own interests, even as we considered the interests of each settlement. Successful business in the form of a gain for everyone is not something we can do inside.

If we connect each settlement, it will be the role of those with wings to carry the traded goods. Or perhaps a clan of earth scales (Daltapier), but the king of Goblin highly valued her talent for bringing in without knowing the concept of expanding the market.

The enrichment of the rear regions was in no way indispensable to the hegemony of the king of Goblin.

That Eusicaa had been gathered in a human city at the request of the king of Goblin after the offensive battle in the western capital had fallen a paragraph. If you put white wings on a folding seat, there are dollids around that seem to be intelligent among fairy clans and goblins.

A king enters a simple conference room, just lined up with chairs in the midst of the Lord's sight. With the same majesty, Eusicaa shrugged her neck inside.

─ ─ Damn, I wish it was a little easier to handle.

The leaders of other races, who are too competent to be ahead of her gaze, were the ones who gave me protection and at the same time didn't make it easier.

Some of the fairy clans are the fays of the great-great-grace Forni. If you narrow your eyes and look around you, sooner or later what was called was the highest of all that the king of Goblin could now gather together.

Eusicaa almost sighed at her unpleasant hunch, but I feel dizzy about the words of the king of goblins.

"I'm going to make a tax system"

Eusicaa was remembering the words of a clay-scale chief fan who had the opportunity to speak the other day.

“That king, maybe he's really an idiot. Fans think there's no distinction between impossible and unscrupulous."

Agreeing on the inside alone, Eusicaa watches the conference go by.

Whether the King of Goblins is an insane fool or an idiot, now that he has begun to fight humans, there is no way he can go back or anything.

"I'll have you guys build that tax system."

Silence was heavy on her.

─ ─ Isn't it a round throw?

Swallow the word and wait patiently for it to continue.

"Is it okay to interpret it as to dominate humans?

It was Forni's fay who uttered the words. Exactly when relied upon, Eusicaa watches the change as she sends a drink inside.

"Right. I intend to impose a tax as simple as possible and not burdensome"

If you're going to rule humans, you should impose heavy taxes. I don't know what you're thinking, she twists her neck. Even Eusicaa, who is in a position of being a merchant in giving up a clan and knows what the profits are, cannot remain unrelated from feelings of human hatred.

For them, this battle to help Goblin is an avid war for the restoration of their land (Reconquista). Sooner or later, to create a country just for the Asians, it can be called prep.

No matter how many human beings die in the process, they never learn to itch.

I unwittingly frown.

"Some people seem dissatisfied, but back stability is the first step towards the next move. Even human beings, if they accept my rule, I'm willing to welcome them."

They're telling us to put together a tax system on that premise, accepting humans into our own country.

There is not less of a voice of agitation from the participants in the Goblin king's words about embracing such a terrible battled man into the country.

Out of that grudge, even out of the goblins, I have an opinion for the king of goblins.

"There's going to be another noise around Gi Bar."

"Disgruntled? Gi Zar."

To the king's question, giggling bitterly, Gi Zar beheaded.

"It's the king's decision. If there are any of us in Goblin who disagree, I will strangle you... but if you ask me if I am not dissatisfied, I am not dissatisfied."

Eusicaa turns her gaze when she says she doesn't speak differently, but clearly says things.

"If you want to squeeze as much as you can squeeze it out. Still, what's the extent to which it's not a burden"

Among the many things that snort the most, Eusicaa also has something to snort inside.

"The number of humans is too high. Many of these will win by dealing with ten humans. But what if that number is 100 and it's 1,000? Aren't there a few people who are confident that they can stand alone and win?

Those who were attending the meeting shut up at the pointing out of the king of Goblin.

"Besides, I said I would rule humans, but I would never treat them favourably."

Seeing the confident look of the king of Goblin, Eusicaa leans her neck wondering if she has any thoughts. Will it work like that after all? They are terrible enemies, and if they show a gap, will they attribute it to blisters even immediately after this victory?

The thought occupies her heart.

"... If we were to put in place a system as a nation, believing in the King's words, we would still need taxes"

Forni's fay, who has kept his silence until now, opens his mouth.

"It's just a question of what to make of it"

The rambling opinion that told me to take as much as I had was not on the boulder. Even from among the goblins, they do not answer, so I can ask about the quality of those gathered this time.

"They make crops. There's got to be a harvest season for each, so why don't we collect it then?

"That's a shortage. Humans must have merchants, too. We need to think about taxes on them."

Unexpectedly Eusicaa speaks out.

I'm checking with some of my men entering the plains to see a human moving in front of a carriage loaded with loads. Eusicaa knew by knowledge that it was a businessman to talk to.

They produce nothing, but that alone means there is no tax.

I give various opinions, but I don't quite get this thing.

"It's one hand to ask human opinions."

Be as quiet as the neighborhood hit the water on Goblin's words, called Gi Zar.

"Do you ask humans about the tax system to govern humans?

A voice of doubt is heard from one of the participants, but the goblin named Gi Zar speaks out without a wind of intent.

"Humans are clearly divided into those who rule and those who rule. In all our ways and in all our ways, they control the same people."

Eusicaa tilts her neck wondering if it's true.

"Humans disobey if burdens suffer. So it is the king's aim to lay down a light tax system and create among the humans those who work for us."

Faye's gaze turns to the king of goblins. The king of goblins nods when he shows his uncharted face.

Then the king's guests, Shumea and Josh, were called, and asked this question about the tax system, and the meeting was revitalized again.

That meeting lasts for about three days, and in the end the farmers are to give 30% of their harvest. In addition, those participating in the service as warriors were given treatment such as making the tax 10%.

Those who remained in the West Side were also required to wear sub-people and goblin escorts, and were forced to provide their food support in lieu of taxes.

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Since the King of Goblin decided to go south, the pressure he had been facing east has been greatly weakened. The troops led by the assassination Gi Ji Arsil head south leaving only minimal surveillance. It should also be referred to as the spires of Goblin's king's progression that they move south, which means that the main force that continues afterwards also goes south.

Gi Gee Old, who led the Warcraft Army, Gi Zu Luo, who led the militant Goblin, and other Noble-class commanders, who were relatively sparsely wounded in the West Metropolitan Battle, were pointing the spearhead of the invasion south.

Especially the march of the Warcraft Army led by Gi Gee Old is awesome. Take Gi Boo, a rare class, as his deputy and advance the army south.

It was the beast-centric that led it and the number of goblins was small, but the number of warcraft they led was unusual. If a large number of Warcraft were to travel, naturally that much food would be needed. Gi Gee had decided to procure it locally.

In other words, he marched south as he fed the local warcraft. Not from the local warcraft. Even though the bulk of the warcraft chased their dwellings in the woods, there is a difference in power that is isolated from the warcraft that lives on the plains.

That's what's going to hit us like a tsunami.

The slightly wiser Warcraft will soon escape. The fleeing warcraft had no choice but to divide themselves into what would normally be a human realm that would not step in, or the territory of other warcraft.

Gi Gee on the back of the Big Horned Camel Bird (Triple Head) nods satisfactorily as he sees his army following behind him. It was the first time Gi Gee had been given permission by the King to say it was good to build his own settlement directly, if you think about it.

It is a settlement gathered around the Beastman, an army to serve the Goblins who brought them back from the North and the Warcraft formed by those born in their home base whose talents to the Beastman are recognized.

Goblin's advance, with Gi Gee at its centre, triggers what we call the activation of warcraft in the northern part of the Free City Group. A quiet warcraft, usually not attacked by looking at humans, appeared in the form of an aggressive assault on people.

It was the small villages under the control of a large urban state that screamed.

Those villages, which have less defensive capabilities than the big cities, have stockpiled weapons for self-defense, but I have to say that it is tough to crusade the warcraft that pushes them. Not to mention that the next Warcraft to push to the next is a situation where the house becomes ferocious and difficult to deal with unless you are a powerful man such as an adventurer or a knight.

Warrior regiments of urban states, which usually exist as lords, are supposed to drive out warcraft, but they are busy preparing to invade the north and south now.

Crops are devoured by small warcraft, and large warcraft do enough damage to destroy homes. But popular dissatisfaction grew with the Lords, who could not protect them.

I'm also afraid of the popular revolt if I try it on the Lords, but more than that I was afraid to turn the upper echelons of the Kushins against the enemy. Pope Benem Nemsch The tragedy of the war in the name of the religion in which that person said jihad is burning them with fear.

It is not surprising that if they were concerned about it, they would have been targeted for killing, starting with the lords and even the inhabitants. When we say the same Kushins, not all of them believe in teaching as fanatically as the Pope does.

There are also a considerable number of lords who conveniently interpret the teachings of Kushin as a means of governing the people and who call themselves Kushins.

For such lords, Kushinism was more than anything to fear.

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The two emissaries of the Blood Alliance (Klan) proud bloodline (Leonhart) will face the king of Goblin again three days later. Tauropa, a big fang clan, called himself "Saxony."

The two men, who were formerly passed between the sights of the Lords' Hall, acknowledge the appearance of the king of Goblins sitting on the throne. No one else has, at least, shown up.

"I am thinking positively about entering into a contract"

inner relief when he hears the word of the king of Goblin that

─ ─ Apparently, you're not going to get killed here.

In the interaction of their silent gaze, the king of Goblin says he had noticed but didn't mention anything and had to fill in the details about the conditions.

"... detail, when you say?

When Saxony asked with an ostensibly light look, the king of goblins had an evil grin like a cat wearing a rat.

"You'd need it, wouldn't you? Who else decides how much you will receive and who else will do the job?"

I still know about the contract money. He's the king of goblins around his head.

But when he hears of the mission, Tauropa leans his neck in doubt, and Saxony feels cold on his back at a bad feeling.

"The only thing we can do is help with the war."

"Yes, there is such a thing as how to help"

In the words of Tauropah, the king of Goblin smiles the same as before.

"... what are you trying to do?

"Breaking down Kushin from the inside. Pretend to be on their side and create someone who can respond."

Betrayed a human being, the two were shocked not least by the words.

"It is… an act contrary to the mercenary's faith"

Saxony argues that he can't afford to fix the thinness.

"Aren't you guys making some mistake? By the time I said I'd leave the human side and give it to this faction, from them, you're already traitors."

The word of the King of Goblins, who pokes the facts pale, was something I would have known had I tried Saxony, but wanted to turn away.

"But..."

"If you're not ready for that, I'm not gonna talk about it."

It is not a battle between humans. The King of Goblin has made it clear that no compromise exists in the battle for the survival of the race. For this purpose, use whatever you can.

That's what you're fighting for.

Dare the king of Goblin show them. To the brave man who stood on the messenger at his peril from the plain, that was the best sincerity of the king of Goblin.

Tauropah does not realize the sincerity of the king of goblins, but sees the king of goblins, then Saxony, with an angry gaze. To Saxony, who says nothing, Tauropah turns to the king of Goblins.

"We are mercenaries..."

"─ I don't mind! I'll take this story!

It blocked Tauropa's words and Saxony replied with a dignified voice.

With a stunningly eye-opening tauropah to spare, Saxony stares at the King of Goblins. Saxony replied with his face as a deputy alliance leader of the proud bloodline, rounding up already thin masks and such.

Erasing the grin earlier, with a vicious face, the king of Goblin stares at Saxony. The eyes of the king of goblins, red as blood, shoot through the man in front of him.

"... let's be good. Let's trust you."

When the rising king of Goblin approaches the two of them.

The king of goblins declares with a grin so fierce that Tauropa thinks he will be eaten.

"Don't hesitate to say what you want! And now you treat them as allies."

"Let me thank you for taking it"

Tauropa, who accidentally shriveled, embarrassed herself. At the same time, even then I had to admire the audacity of the vice-allies, who speak out in grandeur.

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Puel Sinforua walks out of the tavern and down the boulevard with his hood on deep. Today the fourth gathering of information ended empty-handedly. Breaking up with Running Adventurer (Rookie) Shrei and healing goddess (Zenobia) follower Lou, she quickly gathered information and walked in a nostalgic city mess.

But even a rapping drunk shuts his mouth when it comes to flying to freedom (Elks) all the same. In response to making the "enemy” feel immense, Puell bit one person in the teeth.

So as she walks down the boulevard, when there is something caught in her blind, polished sensation, she turns her feet toward the back alley, dauntingly off the boulevard.

If you can't find it, just lure it out.

Using herself as bait, she thought of bringing out her enemies.

There are multiple signs of that tracking her. From the back alley through the back alley and reaching the slums (slums), there are still signs behind us.

For Puell, it's a landscape that he knows for himself. In the yakuza profession of adventurer, there was also a lot of flattery all over the city. For this reason, you may say that you are familiar with the geography of the city.

So Puell deliberately led the opponent to a place where he was prone to attack himself.

The end of the slam, I guess it was originally the square, and when I get to the place, she stops. Always sneak a dagger in your hand and explore the surrounding signs.

"Come on, it's not safe to walk all alone in here."

There is one slight voice from the front.

"Yes... especially at this hour, because I have a cup of bad brother."

Two footsteps from behind.

And he kills his breath and enters, but one in the shadow of the abandoned wall on the right.

When Puell was keeping his silence, I guess he didn't like the reaction. One of the people in front of me can hear him shouting and slamming the ground with something like a stick.

"Shit... I don't know what else to do because my husband ordered me to, but just die."

Puell measures the distance while checking the front and back footsteps.

From the sound of feet treading on the ground, I don't think the enemies back and forth have any martial arts minds. If so, the enemy is one lurking in the ruins to the right, and Puell judges and puts out the dagger so that it can be seen outside the hood.

"Oh, come on, let me out like that."

He mocks at his mouth and mocks the stick in his hand.

"Sora -!?"

Puell's body slips slightly the moment he tries to shake down the shaken stick.

Shortly afterwards, a swinging stick slams the ground and the dust rises.

"Come on - what the fuck!?

Puel's dagger was poked at that throat of a man who tried to chase Puel's shadow by ignoring his numbing arms.

"I won't say anything wrong. Say the name of those who burned you, and leave now."

Intimidating her with a voice that doesn't make her feel the temperature, she moves the dagger she pokes at slightly, slashing her skin thinly.

"Hih!?

Suggest your feet forward to keep your distance from backward enemies. The moment you pack the distance, turn your attention to the footsteps from behind.

"Ooh!

"I'm not dead!

Two footsteps from behind. Feeling even the sound of swinging the score, Puell slightly moves the dagger he was poking at and flips himself. In the place of Puel, who escaped the orbit of the enemy's weapon, the scream of a man who was contained by Puel echoes.

To the enemy behind the tongue punching, Puell stepped in, while aiming at his arm with a dagger.

Puel remains blind. Nonetheless, her exceptional hearing was just to hear the sound and had the power to tie a statue behind her lid.

Puell leans back at the sound of a flying arrow from behind.

"Hey!?

To one scream that struck Puel from behind, Puel runs out to slip to those who would have unleashed an arrow.

Hearing a rushing rise, she throws the dagger she had when she identified the enemy's whereabouts.

A dagger sucked into the backs of fleeing enemies, making a creeping noise. Hearing the sound of the falling enemy, Puell returns to the enemy with his arms cut off. Asked the same question.

"Now give me the information of the man you call your husband."

To Puell, who once again had the dagger in his hand, the man confessed with a trembling voice.

"... Webbles' Dagger"

Inside Puel's chest, whining quietly, a flame of vengeance was burning.

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The blade wielded by the black-haired swordsman was a giant sword that also had the length of the long man's body. Its sword, characterized by a curved samurai, called the bay knife used in the desert region, but what the black-haired swordsman uses is incredibly large in common sense.

A swordsman using a bay knife that was even deeper in contrast than a song knife had a lightly dressed swordsman in sight who would take steps lightly in front of him.

Lightly dressed swordsmen who have exposed their skin use two swords and a pair of swords called double swords. The caretaker of the double sword for lightness and cleavage is a member of the renowned Blood Alliance (Clan) in the labyrinth city of Cane.

The location is a small settlement halfway between the kingdom of Erlane and the labyrinth city of Cane. Therefore, the Blood Alliance (Klan) Red King (Red King) and his Blood Alliance had a wagering match over the survival of the Blood Alliance.

The match by a representative chosen by both allies was surrounded by their constituents, increasing the degree of incandescent heat.

"─ Shh!

Steps were taken lightly and the body of the double-swordsman, who was taking rhythm, disappeared with a rash. At least that's what they looked like to those around them.

Shortly after, a black-haired swordsman waves a bay knife into a space of nothing.

The sound of collisions between steel and iron sounds, and the blown twin swordsmen glide on the ground. But still, the double-swordsman, who did not only break his posture, was just the skill of standing with one blood alliance on his back.

He missed the shock from his leg and was ready to move to a counterattack whenever he wanted.

"What!?

But he waves a bay knife that the black-haired swordsman stood up to carry in a threatening step beyond it.

Superhuman physical abilities exceed those of a double-swordsman with first-rate skill. But the Twin Swordsmen are also willing. If he loses here, the Blood League, literally his family and home, will be crushed by the men in front of him.

Suitable for many years with its blood alliance, the double-swordsman flushes his own body further back as the bay knife is waved down his double-sword to fight to the end.

I'll be in a complete escape position, but I can't help it. The double-swordsmen, who moved in conjunction with the leap backwards, are again stunned there.

The body that should have jumped is pulled back in front. As if the space itself offered him in front of a black-haired swordsman.

Decent bay swords were received by the two swords that swung up, and for lightness and cleavage, the two swords are unbroken and scattered.

A bay knife was poked at the neck of a double swordsman ready to die.

"... our loss is fine"

Brandika, king of red, laughed lavishly at the allies lord on the side of the double-swordsman, who bites his lips in repentance.

"Shunlai! That was brilliant!

To the double swordsman on his knees, the black-haired swordsman takes back the bay knife when he gives him a glimpse.

"It was a good fight. Let's do it again."

Without waiting for their reply, the black-haired swordsman, called Shunlai, returns to the Alliance Lord. Ahead, Brandika holds the shoulders of the other ally and discusses something. Probably a discussion about allowing the blood alliance to survive, subject to being under the umbrella of the Red King.

Shunlai, with his dark hair all together and cut with his shoulders and his mouth hidden in a muffler despite being a desert, looks at his allies, who would be happily speaking of ambition (yume), and narrows his eyes.

"Good luck"

It was Carlion, a scholarly youth, who addressed him on his way to the Alliance Lord.

"I wasn't even tired of it."

Carlion laughs bitterly at the difference between the words he speaks to him.

"He's a swordsman of the blood alliance who goes into his five fingers with a cane."

"If this was the case, Flying to Freedom (Elks) still had more bones."

Carlion laughs mischievously at Shunlai, who turns his gaze to make sense.

"Yeah, well, we're not going to have a big fight."

"Then I expect it out of schedule. The Talent of the King."

Shunlai turning his back.

"I got it...... oh yeah!

Carlion scratching his head asks Shunlai with a terribly cold eye from the back of his grinning face.

"You may find Elks' survival. Welbs' dagger sent us the information."

"Well... that's interesting."

His face, visible from a thin muffler gap covering his mouth, was laughing violently like a carnivore.