Softshell turtle is not a tortoise.

Modesty! Honesty! Compassion! Bravery! Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Faith!
He is a lich, yet he upholds the knightly spirit!
He is a lich, yet he remains steadfast in his faith of light!
"With a formidable enemy at hand, fearless and unobstructed! Daring and loyal, worthy of the Holy Spirit! Loyal and upright, willing to die unyielding! Protecting the weak, never going against heaven's principles!"
Standing at the top of the world, no matter how great the storm, nothing can stop him from following the steps of the Holy Spirit! Not even the Holy Spirit!
...
This is a romantic legendary story of a chatty cat and a lich who dedicates his body and soul to the light!
Yes, "romantic," not deceiving you! That's just how it is!

The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

"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.


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


What the hell kind of situation is this?


Chapter 39: Goblin Kingdom