The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 301 - 39: Goblin Kingdom_2

Chapter 301: Chapter 39: Goblin Kingdom_2

"Uh... Twenty-something Kings? Are you serious?"

"Yes, only twenty-something. Very few, right?" The "Goblin King" said, looking smugly proud of himself.

Jones could clearly feel that the "King" this "Goblin King" spoke of was not the same concept as the "King" he had in mind.

Thinking for a moment, Jones asked, "May I ask your name?"

"Name? Oh, I’m called Gula. But the slave merchants usually don’t call me that. They just call me ’King.’ They say it’s a title of honor. I’m very proud of it, truly."

Alright, definitely not the same thing. Jones had finally figured it out.

"Gula, can I ask how you sell slaves here? I mean, how much for one?"

"Depends on when."

"Depends on when?"

"Exactly. Sometimes, when too many are born and we can’t afford to raise them, we might sell them cheap. One copper coin each. Sometimes, if there aren’t that many, our price might be a little higher."

"How high?"

"Five copper coins."

"Five copper coins? Don’t you think that’s a bit too cheap?"

"You think it’s cheap?" Gula paused, stopping in his tracks. "Then I can sell them a bit more expensively."

"No, that’s not what I mean. Please, lead the way!" Jones quickly gestured forward.

Gula stared at Jones in confusion for a long moment before turning and continuing to walk.

Are goblins really this cheap? Jones clearly remembered Hilde selling a single goblin for one Gold Coin.

Wait, Hilde...

Alright, bringing them all the way to Hilde is quite a distance. Charging some fees makes sense. Especially if it’s air transport — one Gold Coin per goblin might not even cover the freight cost.

One Gold Coin equals ten silver coins, one silver coin equals a hundred copper coins. Which means, one Gold Coin equals one thousand copper coins. One Gold Coin, during cheaper times, could buy a thousand goblins... That cost is practically zero.

"Who’s the biggest here? I mean, your ruler."

Gula stopped and turned around again, still looking puzzled.

"The person with power?"

No response.

"The one who makes the laws?"

Still no response.

Jones even began to doubt whether this place had a "King" in the conventional sense. Logically speaking, there should be, right? Otherwise, how did they coordinate building this city at all? Surely this wasn’t constructed at random, eventually turning into a city?

Still, Jones didn’t know how to continue asking. The other party, while proficient in the common language, seemed to lack the concept behind some of these terms.

Following Gula’s lead, Jones walked through the Goblin City and finally arrived in front of a slightly larger "house."

"We’re here. Brace yourself for a surprise!" Gula turned his face toward Jones, smiling with a toothy grin.

"What could possibly surprise me?" Jones shot back.

"I don’t know, but everyone I bring here always looks surprised."

"Everyone?"

"Slave merchants like you, of course."

Goblins’ houses didn’t have doors — at least, most of them didn’t. Gula led Jones straight inside.

The dome-shaped structure above ground contained only a broken low table, two chairs, one wobbly cabinet missing a leg and about to topple over, and some miscellaneous messy items scattered around.

The goblin lit a small, finger-thin torch in the dark and guided Jones to the entrance of a tunnel in the corner of the room.

Staring at the pitch-black tunnel, Jones hesitated.

"Do I go in?"

"Of course, aren’t you here to buy slaves?"

"The slaves are all inside?"

"Exactly." Gula crouched down and crawled into the tunnel.

After a moment of hesitation, Jones ultimately followed.

The tunnel was so small that even goblins, who were already short, had to crouch; you can imagine how cramped it was. Jones almost had to lie flat against the ground to crawl through. Dora was in the same predicament.

In the narrow tunnel, Jones could see nothing but Gula’s backside as he crawled forward. He had no choice but to follow.

"Why do you sell slaves? I get selling them when you can’t afford to feed them, but normally... Five copper coins? Don’t you think that’s way too little? Just five copper coins. I just gave you a Gold Coin which can buy two hundred goblin slaves. How much profit could you possibly make selling slaves like this?"

Turning his head around, Gula flashed a sly grin at Jones. "Since you’re my big customer, I’ll tell you the truth. Honestly, we’d sell them even without money."

"What?"

"We’re just using you guys. The goblins here are simply too many. We have to send some out, otherwise, every corner here would be crammed full of them. But it’s dangerous outside, obviously... You know, goblins are fragile. So the best way is to sell them to slave merchants as slaves. That way, someone else pays for their food and shelter! No slave owner would let a slave die randomly, especially since they paid for them! It’s genius!"

"Uh... Are we the ones being taken advantage of?"

"Exactly! Surprising, isn’t it? Hahaha!"

While Gula laughed cheerfully, Jones could only chuckle awkwardly. Dora’s brows furrowed deeply — she couldn’t even begin to articulate a response.

In the distance, Jones suddenly heard a rumbling noise. Not a single loud commotion, but a continuous wave, like the sound of the ocean. A faint glow appeared ahead.

Jones instantly tensed up.

"We’re here!" Walking ahead, Gula crawled out of the tunnel and moved aside.

Crawling out of the tunnel, Jones was greeted by a sight he’d remember for the rest of his life.

A massive underground space, big enough to hold a thousand Giant Snake City Castles?

No, no, that wasn’t the key. Jones had seen vast underground spaces before — nothing too shocking. The real focus here was the teeming goblins! Every single corner was packed with goblins!

Before him was an ocean of goblins. How many? Maybe a hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand? No one could count — all anyone could see was goblins, filling every single corner, everywhere. They played, fought, shouted, pulled at each other... Some were screaming, some were yelling.

The scene looked like a battleground.

No, even a human battlefield wasn’t this chaotic.

The deafening clamor filled the space completely, making Jones’ scalp tingle.

His eyes widened as he stared blankly, sucking in a sharp breath.

Standing beside him, Dora was similarly stunned, her mouth hanging open.

The underground space packed with goblins wasn’t a spacious plaza but layered levels. Why layered levels? Because of the mushrooms!

Yes, mushrooms!

Before entering the city, Dora had mentioned goblins ate dirt and cultivated a type of poisonous mushroom for food. Jones immediately recognized them — these mushrooms, with some towering even higher than his Giant Snake City Castle! Some grew from the ground, some climbed along the walls, and others dangled upside down. In any case, they grew haphazardly. On top of each mushroom cap was a massive platform, also crammed with goblins. Some goblins even sprawled on the mushrooms, gnawing directly on them.

If someone had told Jones just moments ago that goblins raised such gigantic mushrooms, he might have wondered how they’d ever finish eating them. But now, he wouldn’t question it — this was an enormous swarm, like a plague of locusts!

So, above our heads, those weren’t houses but entranceways?

"What do you think? How many do you want? The current price is three copper coins each. Take as many as you like; once you point, they’re yours!" Gula grinned, beaming with pride.