Goblin Kingdom

Between the fall and winter of the King's calendar year, Goblin's army, which defeated the Shrubbing kingdom, was about to take over the Shrubbing king's capital, Lishew, and define it there as its capital.

Surrounded by windswept prairies in the centre of the continent, the climate is warm. From the Great River Krenosh, which flows two kilometres to the north, sewers were also complete through the water bridge.

Lishew is also an important city from an economic point of view, connected to the edge of Wealth Street (Jewel Road), which runs from the south to the east of the continent.

"Whatever happens,"

"I don't care what happens when I make the transition."

The king of Goblin has decided on a transition capital from Lindong (Garm Su) to Lishu by the advice of Josh, but the question is his name.

As a king, I thought I might not have to change my name or anything, but I won't insist that the official, martial arts goblin, fairy clan, and even the military teacher Puell under his command should change their names.

"A winner has something called a winner's right. The king will not be plundered, so let's at least not be dissatisfied with the distribution."

The winner has the right to loot against the loser.

This is unthinkable in demons vs. humans, but they say it's a right that applies if humans dispute each other. In demons vs. humans this is conceivable because they kill each other.

Conversely, it can also be described as a right to prevent unnecessary massacres.

"I see... ok"

The king of Goblin, who snorted deeply, closed his eyelids and put his arms together so as not to show his inner impatience.

"How about the king's capital (Revea Sue)?

"Well, if the king says that's all right"

The goblins nodded heavily compared to the slightly sighted officials.

"That's our king! You will be the capital that my king deserves!

Gi-do Burga is the one who utters the big word of endorsement. He was under the command of a king who evolved into a new class of alchemists.

Unaware of the king of goblins returning a nod that would not boil down, the goblins were flourishing to praise the king's named new capital, Revea Zu.

He was Puel Sinforua, a warrior who looked at it with a slight frown raised sideways, but coughing up, he kneels down to give his opinion to the king.

"So let's not have a transitional period. Fortunately for the King's capital, Revea Sue, it remains intact. It's possible to move now."

"Uhm."

Thinking of Lecia, he was the king of Goblin who wanted to go east soon, but said he had received it intact, the new king's capital, Revea Sue, should still have a number of human beings and royalty.

First of all, I think you should sort it out first.

It was a royal princess of war who surrendered and risked her life to try to save her. Then it would be the courtesy of the king to treat him quite well, the king of Goblin thinks.

"Before we do that, let's give priority to organizing the King's capital."

"I thought it was a good decision. For a while, I would ask the king to conduct his affairs in Garm Su and make the transition capital as soon as he is ready."

"Right. Even in transition, there are still rats in the way. You can't relax without a traitor."

To Puel's words, it was Gi Zar Zarkend who nodded.

He had vowed revenge for having been devoured by the Lord of Cushnor in the battle of the princess of war earlier.

"Betrayal must be punished accordingly. King, I know it's important to be tolerant. But we need punishment."

The king also shows a certain understanding in the words of Gi Zar.

"Sure. But it's Gi Za. Aren't they already being cursed and shamed by traitors? Is this not a punishment?

"... If you're a goblin, you certainly might be. But they're human. Death is punishment for them."

Gi Ghu and Gi Ghar, who live side by side, look over and Gi Za gives his opinion to the king. And Puell also made a statement in the form of support for the thoughts of that gi zer.

"At least we need some form of punishment. It will be necessary to withdraw our Lord's replacement, or financial concessions. I was wondering if I'd rather go out and govern with resentment."

"... ok. Let's think about punishment. Wait a minute. Puell, get me some Cushnor material. The meeting shall be dissolved."

Nodding simultaneously to his subordinates bowing their heads, the king of Goblin leaves the conference room behind.

After the war, the king did not feel the need to kill people in retribution.

It does hurt to be betrayed and the damage increased. However, since he was originally an enemy, he also felt that it would be inconvenient for him to say anything about his betrayal.

The deceitful one was bad, for a king who didn't have any further thoughts, even if Gi Zar insisted that he wanted to make Kushnor a blood festival in retaliation, he didn't feel too comfortable riding.

The opposing gi zers were still goblins, however intelligent. If you cross with Zhu, it will turn red. As the word goes, you can't help but be influenced by the arbitrary goblins around you.

Their greatest value is honor.

Honor to fight with the king. And in order to be recognized by the King, you must always appeal to your ability. Kushnor's betrayal in such was to paint mud on Gi Zar's face.

It is the general perception of the Goblins that the promises made must be kept under the influence of the king. It is an extremely serious idea, but when asked whether that was the correct answer even in the diplomatic arena, it was generally difficult with the country to say so.

Gi Zar could not be an example of this, and he was reluctant to forgive Kushnor for having reneged on the promises he had made once. And I was even subjected to a racially unforgivable act called goblin, saying that I had been muddy painted on my face.

He would not have been convinced if he had not retaliated with the greatest disgrace to man.

"Excuse me."

Puel brings the dossier of Cushnor to the king of Goblin, who returns to the office.

"Are you in favor of Cushnor's punishment?

The king of Goblin asked Puel as he loaded the material.

"Agreed."

"Hmm?"

The gaze of the king of Goblin, urging ahead, turns from the dossier to Puel. In response to the gaze of the king of Goblin, who said he had been asked unexpected things, Puell conveyed his thoughts.

"I hear Kushnor is a trading house. He has never been punished for a reason."

To Puel's words, the king took some time to think.

"... I see, the house of the deal"

"Yes, it's time for our collaborative merchants, such as the Hama Chamber of Commerce, the Ludnor Chamber of Commerce, and the Messer Deon Chamber of Commerce, to represent the headlines."

"Snipe your head off, invite confusion, chop down enemy castles... I see"

Puell was thinking of an attack from the economic side by the Arlodenese merchants, who poured in a wealth of money. Puena's elders were the biggest patrons of a moisturizing economy through Jewel Road, but they are on the verge of dying in a storm of violence that is so good to say rooted.

It was the elders of Puena who protected the traders who go generously to Jewel Road along with imposing customs duties and were moistened by their interests.

After their death, the role rolls beneath Kushnor, the largest Kwon Gate in the centre of the continent.

It is good to say that tremendous wealth is rolling under the banner of Kushnor through dealings with the great powers of the earlier Holy King Alsace, the marine state Yama and others from the group of small nations.

Puell says he'll take it.

"Money is never something you should hate. If you're a king, you know the area."

"Whatever... is Kushnor in the way for that?"

"At the very least, we need to discredit our Lord."

"Let's order you to pay the fine. That's about four times the national budget of the Shreddish state. And make me promise to pay for it in ten years. If we cannot accept this, we will take our Lord's life."

Puell lay down her eyelids to slightly circle her thoughts, but one nod showed her understanding.

"What if he escapes?

"If you refuse, it's death. That conclusion remains unchanged."

"Okay. On that condition, I will tell His Highness Gi Za."

Gi Zar stood in front of Puel, who exited from the king's presence and walked the hallway for one.

"Didn't the king approve of revenge against Cushnor?

"You have ordered the payment of gold coins as punishment. It is about four times the national budget of the Shrine State. If you can't pay for this, you're dead."

Gi Zar, narrowing his eyes, looked at Puel as he stared.

"Bend the king's will. But do you hold to your revenge?

"My king is sweet. You said you'd leave me room for revenge. Ha!

"... right, the claws are sweet. But you think I'll let that happen?

It is impossible, however impossible, for the Kushnoah family to pay in lump sum, perhaps four times the amount of the Shreddish State. Therefore, the king of Goblin commanded Puel to use ten years to make room for the new merchants to devour while suppressing Cushnor.

In other words, if we do not even communicate the conditions of the second half, the Cushnor family will have nothing more than a de facto death sentence. They either flee or they have to choose death.

As it is a house that flourished in trading, there will also be plenty of business partners abroad.

An invisible spark scatters between Puel and Gi Zar.

"... No, I don't think so either. It's completely unpleasant, but it's my king's will. Originally, my honor wasn't a big deal."

Gi Zar turns his back when he exhales to change his mind.

"Yes. You are wise. Lord Gi Zar."

Puel was bowing his head, but turned over his shoulder, Gi Zar walked away without a word hanging.

"Life of humiliation or death of agony… Either way, there is no future for Kushnor."

To Puel's words, Gi Zar replied with just one hand up.

In Gi Zar, we still don't know how to apply or subtract that force. Therefore, it was decided to leave the collapse with a gradual decline to Puel.

Later, the Cushnor family replied that they would drink the penalty payment.

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It was during the winter of the King's New Year that four representatives of the Fairy Clan faced each other under the king of Goblin, who would prepare for the transition capital. The faces gathered at Garm Sue were flaky.

From the Fire Fairy Clan (Salamandle), Bar Louis takes the alias Fire Lizard.

From the Water Fairy Clan (Wendy) is Phinny, the Bow King of the Blood Alliance Kao.

From the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome), Berk Arsen Roion.

From the Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph) is Schnalia, delegated full powers by the wise Schule.

The Soil Fairy clan is a young swordsman against the Fire and Water Fairy clan, which has the perfect strength and track record. And the Wind Fairy Clan, with a proven track record of governance but strength, was now represented by one shnaria.

In that meeting, which took place in the presence of the king of Goblin and the military master Puel, there was a report on the recent situation of each fairy clan that had actually met for the first time in more than a hundred decades, as well as a confirmation of the current forces.

This is because the king of Goblin has expressed his will to form an alliance with them as a nation.

For the Goblin side, the alliance is synonymous with the supply of force.

Silf is always putting around 300 soldiers on the battlefield with Goblin. Apart from this, there are a hundred as a force of policing led by Felby. Altogether, we offer them 400 soldiers as alliances.

This was quite a large area from other fairy tribes.

If we temporarily gather the men of the settlement, we will gather as many men as we can. Now Norm's Berk Alsen is offering to join under the king of Goblin, led by nearly 500 soldiers.

But when it came to constantly giving out that number of troops, it was different.

Silf was able to maintain that number of troops only because he was protected by an uninterrupted area of humans called the Dark Forest, and even more so because he had a guiding hand called the Wise Shore.

Even after the war of silf unity, the entire population of silf is growing, so you should be able to experience the certainty of his political skill.

In contrast, demographic decline was inevitable in living, adapted to its harsh natural environment, even by the gnome, which fled to an area inaccessible to humans.

Now, if it were to be a constant supply of troops, it seems that 200 would finally be available.

It remained the same for the Fairy Clan of Fire and Water, and it was also a tell-tale of the richness of silf.

But still, the opinion of the King of Goblins remains unchanged.

Because his opinion that even a small number of people, if they were to form an alliance, would have to send out soldiers was directed at that one point where they said they would cooperate rather than a large number of soldiers.

In terms of the number of soldiers, Goblin's King's men have enough troops in excess of 20,000.

They alone, whose people are warriors, will be able to cross with small nations that confront each other fully to the east. But from the point of view of governance, that didn't work. If we guarantee the status of allies, we can only trust them by bleeding and fighting together.

At least, the most powerful goblins think so, and the soldiers who have followed the king of goblins through many battles are bound by strong trust.

From the King of Goblin, who knows the history of the past, he was well aware of the example of saying that an alliance he had made within his superiority would cease to be effective as soon as it became disadvantageous. So even in adversity, he was trying to form an alliance while exploring a functioning alliance.

To do this, the Leprechaun must individually provide their power to the Goblin armies that will be the Allies and contribute their skills.

Militarily, he was a fairy clan that did not become so much of an addition, but in another field he had the qualities to each contribute to Arlodena.

When the King of Goblins cut out full protection for their settlements and an alliance of equivalence, the fairies presented each with what they could have.

"Let us contribute to the kingdom with the art of water healing"

Feeney, with her rich, long, water-colored hair stretched up to her waist, proposes to the king of goblins.

Windy says he can hear the water so Silf can hear the forest. Flood prevention, weather forecasting in addition to heavy rainfall, etc. were also their specialties.

Then we're blacksmiths and architecture.

Barlouis laughs with gray skin and burning red hair.

Demonstrating superior power in blacksmithing and architecture, they were heretical among the children created by the God of water and the God of the forest. If I told them, if they had four kids, it would be natural for them to have a different guy.

Gnome's warriors, formerly with excellent farming skills, had to abandon it when they chased home. They have been a hunting people for hundreds of decades since they were driven to the desert.

"We contribute to the kingdom through martial arts."

"Hmm? So, what do you hear?

Barlouis, a warrior who takes the alias Firelizard, asked the young Berk.

"Hearing the sound of sand, hunting sand whales is the way our people live. I will work with the kingdom with our forged sword moves."

"Say something funny."

It may be the nature of the man who said Bar Louis, who had mercenary operations for many years, who gave him a fierce grin. In contrast to Feeney, who only slightly frowned, he turns to the king of goblins with a fierce grin.

"Shall I ask for a look? Whether this young man's words are worthy of contribution"

"Well, let's be good"

Waiting for the king of Goblin to snort, the warriors of Salamandle and Gnome move to the squad field.

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"Even if I apologize now, it's too late."

Bar Louis, with his used long sword, laughs at the confronting Gnome warrior. Silver hair, wheat skin, and long-eared Berk Alsen nodded quietly.

"Our ancestors turned it into a bloodtide, and we'll see about the sword moves."

It is the long sword that has been drawn, and the dagger in its strange form.

The dagger, which was divided into three forks, was called a mangosh.

"No."

Bar Louis fills in only a few moments.

Berk deliberately placed the mangosh on the lower level and stuffed the time to invite him.

Confrontation is for a moment.

A Raptor-sharp Bar Louis blow hits the invited Berk. From the packed time, I can't tell you whether or not to poke straight. He put a long sword through Berk's throat and got poked. It is not a penetration with the speed at which people can be killed, but a penetration with the clear intention of killing.

If the opponent is slightly delayed in responding to Bar Louis' killing, he dies. If it is damaged and hits the shoulder, it is a blow that could blow every shoulder.

With so much sword speed and power, Berk intertwines with a mangosh.

From the outside, he kept it as soft as a willow, and the mangosh seemed entangled in a protruding long sword. At the same time, he shifts his body halfway into the body and, as he enters the interior of Bar Louis' intermission, sticks his long sword to the throat of the fire lizard.

"Young man, are you going to win with that?"

If you look closely, Mangosh had an angle on his trident blade, and he was taking the long sword of Bahrui, which he had poked at to pinch.

"... I was deliberately given the victory. Naturally, let me declare victory."

"Hmm, you're not cute! What did you say your name was?

"My name is Berk Arsen Roion. Lord Firelizard Bar Louis."

"I don't want a fire lizard. It's BarLouis Naysalis."

Finishing the long sword, Berk also gives his hand to Bar Louis, who offers his hand, to shake his hand.

"Best wishes, my brothers from the south."

"Thank you for your guidance. Brothers of the North (Neusan Alata) Bahrui"

Feeney sighed when he saw Barlouis holding Berk's shoulder in his closeness.

"I'm not a bad man, but thank you very much for being so simple... please don't let Lord Schnaria think that's all about the Fairy Clan of Fire"

"No, I know people who look just like me..."

"I see, that's... you have trouble responding"

Schnaria smiled naturally at Feeney, who was really in trouble by scratching up her watery hair.

The two warriors who came to the king of Goblin, the courier, break their knees together. It was Bar Louis who opened his mouth first.

"O king of goblins. Let me testify to the truth by betting on the honor of my fire lizard that the words mentioned earlier by this Gnome are true. He will surely be of service to you."

"I did let you see it through. One of my goblins deals with swordsmanship. It would be nice to cross swords at a later date and build drills for each other."

"Thank you, Norm's loyalty will be dedicated to you as long as you protect us."

The king of Goblin nodded and accepted it when Berk, who took on after Barlouis, gave the general thrust of Gnome.

Later on, they will play a match with one of Goblin's best swordsmen, who say Gi-Go-Amatsuki, and become friends in acknowledging his sword moves.

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New Year's Eve in the 2nd calendar year of the King.

The king of Goblin, who received a report from Puel that he was ready, decides to make the transition to Revea Sue after Garm Sue.

As the original inhabitants were, the old Lishew, who had to accept massive amounts of goblins and fairy clans, had been forced to build a significant increase.

The exterior walls were partially demolished and used as building materials as they were, while the Goblin kings managed to prepare the Goblins' barracks by the time they arrived, thanks to the architectural skills of the Fairy Clan of Fire led by Fire Lizard Bar Louis.

I managed to pack goblins and fairy clans in a compartment that only seemed to have been appropriately allocated.

"Are you dissatisfied? You wouldn't mind if we raindropped it?

There are more disgruntled areas in the area that can only be used as a clutter compartment, but if you try Puel, it was a luxury.

The king of Goblin cannot help but think that it was a failure to entrust Puel with this task once again. Indeed, she is excellent. She was an excellent kind of girlfriend in politics, military, conspiracy, whatever she entrusted, but she had no talent whatsoever for what she called urban planning.

If it were Josh, he would have done a screaming but unsatisfactory zoning for each race.

The king of Goblin, who did not need it from the edge, such as a magnificent palace, is determined to leave behind the minimum necessary items to sell off treasures and the like and to promote planned urban development.

I was king of goblins looking for someone to talk to, but I talked to Shunaria who stopped by my eyes about it.

"Then you have to plant a tree. Hey!

The king of Goblin moaned as he excited his long ears and moved a little bit, making the wrong person to talk to. They want to plant trees.

They want to demolish houses, dimension roads, and plant trees even if they crush agricultural land.

This would be another kind of illness.

Unrelated from this type of illness was Puel, but her direction is bracketed by the bondage of rationality. In terms of delicate concern, it was a good battle with the shnaria in front of me.

It was then Berk Arsen that the king of Goblin took the consultation.

He was playing a game with Sword King Gi Go and the Snow Ghosts, and I'll talk to him about city planning, but Berk's answer was extremely light.

"Beast bones and skins. You can live in more than that. I don't need anything."

They were barbarians, living on the de border, called the land of southern barbarians.

Originally, the King of Goblins is aware that he himself is lacking in his talent. It would be reckless for him to do it alone, and Bar Louis went through where he thought that the king of the Goblin, who had gone into retirement, would have no choice but to invite Josh as his last trump card.

"What are you talking about, city organizing? Then we need expansion on the north side. After that, we'll have to do something about the human dwelling on the south side."

In that statement the king of Goblin, exactly like a wise man who had obtained the heaven, consolidated.

"You know what I mean, Bar Louis?

"Come on, what do you think we are? I'd be in trouble if you were with a crude war-loving person."

Laughing luxuriously, Bar Louis turns to the king of goblins when he lets his arms create a force.

"Here, heretic child, born of the God of water and forests. It's the child's job to get parents to acknowledge what's right when they become heretical, right?

Salamandle's middle-aged warrior, laughing niggardly, seemed truly reliable to the King of Goblins.

"You can also call the Feeney guy. It's hard to insult the technique of curing water. If we put it together, I'll make you a sewer before morning."

In the form of advising the King of Goblins thus, Revea Sue is made.

Silf whispers that if you plant trees, you must plant trees. Goblins are people who seem to escape when they're scared. Norm says the tent calms down better than the stone house. After all, it's not a city without beautiful statues, Windy says, loading a budget. I was wondering if this would be more luxurious. Salamandre wants to increase the size of the building.

While exchanging their opinions, the building of the newborn city of Revea Sue began.

"Well, it'll be a little distraction"

The hustle and bustle are heard from the king's office.

It was all a good event in Puell's palm.