Chapter 39: Goblin Kingdom

"You're the King?" Jones was utterly shocked.

"Yes. Why can't I be the King?" The "Goblin King," lying atop the city wall, looked completely disdainful.

"Are all goblins gatekeepers while being kings?"

"No, as a king, I usually don't do gatekeeping. Unless, well, it's my turn."

For a moment, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

The wilderness wind brushed past Jones's side as he silently tilted his head to look up at the "Goblin King" on the wall. The "Goblin King" also silently looked back at him.

Turning his face slightly, Jones whispered to Dora, "Do goblins understand the concept of 'king' differently than we do?"

"No clue," Dora hurriedly shook her head.

"So, what business do you have with me? Are you here to buy slaves?" The "Goblin King" asked from the wall.

"You sell slaves?"

"I do. But only during the daytime; nighttime isn't my working hours."

A king with working hours?

Jones grew even more confused.

What the hell kind of situation is this?