The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 304 - 41: Goblin Kingdom (3)

Chapter 304: Chapter 41: Goblin Kingdom (3)

Lord Jones had no idea how other Slave Merchants conducted business with the Goblin Kingdom, but he knew his current deal was a total disaster. Especially after his slip of the tongue saying, "I’ll buy all the goblins." Things had gone from bad to worse.

As it turns out, no matter the situation, impulsive decisions are never a good idea—they only bring trouble.

Still, when faced with an absolute mess and an outright catastrophic purchase, one must find an equally absurd solution.

Gula asked seriously, "We need to build a road? A road we’ll construct on the way to your castle?"

"Yes," Jones replied with a blank expression.

"And when we get there, there’ll be chickens?"

"Yes."

"If we don’t get there, nothing? Just eating dirt the whole way?"

"Correct."

"But other Slave Merchants never made us do this."

"Well, I’m not like other Slave Merchants." Jones shrugged and added, "Think about it. You can use half a year to finish building a road. It shouldn’t be too hard with how many of you there are. Once it’s done, each of you will get six months’ worth of chickens. Otherwise, how else would I possibly deliver so many chickens to you? The chickens are already prepared, you know. Just imagine—two hundred chickens per goblin!"

Gula was practically drooling. "But you just said you didn’t have chickens."

"Did I? Forget it. I’m saying it now—yes, I do! And lots of them!"

"Really?"

"Of course, really."

"One chicken a day?"

"Yes, one chicken a day."

"You’re not lying to us, are you?"

"No. Why would I lie? Lying is only worth it if there’s something to gain. You’re building a road—which isn’t exactly mine, and I can’t hide it or eat it like chickens. So clearly, I gain nothing, right? I even had to pay to buy you guys. So how on earth would I be lying?"

Gula stroked his chin thoughtfully and mumbled, "That... makes sense."

"Not just ’makes sense’—it’s absolutely true!" Jones emphasized, firm and decisive.

"Gu-gu-gu-gu! Ga-da-la-gwa-gwa!" Gula suddenly let out a throaty goblin cry, and in an instant, all the goblins erupted with deafening excitement!

Dora nervously tugged at Jones’ sleeve, whispering anxiously, "Lord Jones, but we don’t actually have any chickens..."

"That’s correct."

"So we’re lying to them? They already seem pretty miserable... Are we really going to lie?"

"We’re miserable too. Forced into buying them, with no way out." Jones replied with a fake smile, "Honestly, I think we’re worse off."

"But... what if they really finish building the road...?"

"We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. I mean, I’m already in so much debt—what’s a little more at this point?"

Amidst the ruckus, Gula turned back with a grin and said to Jones, "Everyone agrees! One chicken a day! Thank you! You’re now the master of all goblins!"

Almost simultaneously, all the goblins cheered uproariously. A few of them were even tossed into the air, only to fall back down with a loud "splat" and die. Strangely, neither Gula nor the other goblins seemed to mind. They just shrugged it off—bury the dead and be done with it.

Dora’s face was frozen in terror, while Jones’ expression was one of pure numbness.

There was no doubt: goblins are an absolutely insane species. Completely unhinged. Logic simply doesn’t apply.

Then again, it kind of made sense.

Rumor had it that goblins were a species created by demons for war. Designed to be a disposable, low-tier combat unit, they had extremely high reproductive rates, grew quickly, lacked intelligence, and had no concept of death. Isn’t that just perfect?

Their only real failing was their inability to outmatch wily humans. If humans hadn’t entered the war, the goblins might never have been abandoned by the demons and reduced to junkyard dwellers.

Anyway, it was all "settled" now.

"Here’s the map. Build a road that leads right here. I’ll be waiting for you!" Jones said, drawing a straight line on the map with his pen. "See? I even planned the route for you."

Honestly, does anyone actually build roads in straight lines?

Well, goblins believed it. At least, Gula did.

"Understood, Master! We’ll set off now! We can’t wait to eat two hundred chickens each!"

The goblins howled in joy.

Jones decisively left all the money he had on him—around 400 Gold Coins—as payment for buying them. He wanted to further prove his sincerity. Then, when they weren’t paying attention, he grabbed Dora and bolted.

"If goblins are building the road, they’ll definitely give it their best shot for the chickens. Once the road connecting the Goblin Kingdom to Giant Snake City is finished... since the Goblin Kingdom is on the plains, it could lead to other areas. In other words, Giant Snake City will finally have a route to the outside world! Lord Jones, you’re a genius! We just need to send a few dwarves to supervise!" Dora exclaimed.

"No, I don’t want to send anyone!"

"Why not?"

"Don’t you get it yet?" In bat form, Jones turned back with wide eyes and sneered, "How many goblins are there? Two hundred thousand? If two hundred thousand goblins finish building the road to Giant Snake City in two hundred days, I’ll have to give them four hundred million chickens! I don’t even know if there are four hundred million chickens on the entire Keltos Continent!"

"Huh?" Dora was dumbfounded.

"Still don’t get it? I’m hoping they never finish! If they complete the road, we’ll be bankrupt! No matter how much money we have, they’ll eat us into financial ruin!" Jones yelled, then turned his head and flapped his wings, continuing northward.

Dora hurried to catch up. "So... we’re completely lying to them? Lord Jones, isn’t that a bit unethical? And it’s not four hundred million, it’s forty million."