Goblin Kingdom (Part 1)

Goblin Kingdom - Volume 2: Chapter 144: Time to Return

StatusRaceGoblinLevel72ClassKing; RulerPossessed SkillsRuler of the Demon Children of Chaos; Defiant Soul; World Devouring Howl; Sword Mastery A-; Dominator; King's Soul; Ruler's Wisdom III; Household of the Gods; One-Eyed Snake's Evil Eye; The King's Dance at the Edge of Death; Magic Manipulation; Soul of the Berserk King; Third Impact (The Third Chant); Warrior's Instinct; Blessing of the Underworld Goddess; Guided OneDivine ProtectionGoddess of the Underworld (The goddess)AttributesDarkness; DeathSubordinate BeastsHigh Kobold Hasu (Lv77); Gastra (Lv20); Cynthia (Lv1); Orc King (Bui) (Lv82)Abnormal StatusBlessing of the One-Eyed Snake; Protection of the Twin-Headed Snake

"Well then..."

A white robed man gave King Ashtal a letter, and he glanced it, then nodded and handed it over to his prime minister.

"So this is the formula for potion," the old prime minister said with great interest.

The messenger nodded. He was a young man with a tall and lean figure, but though he wore a slovenly smile on his face, his eyes were not smiling. "Please consider this as one of the wisdoms of our ivory tower. With this formula you will be able to create as many of these potions as you like."

The prime minister turned to the messenger. "This can instantly heal wounds?"

The messenger met his gaze. "That would be praising it too much. This potion can only increase the regenerative abilities of people. It is not magic. If you need instant healing, a magician would be preferable. In fact, lately, I've heard that there are skilled healers here in the country that could be hired for a large sum."

The messenger's sharp gaze turned to King Ashtal as well, but being king, it could not affect him.

King Ashtal smiled and chuckled. "Interesting, our country would be very interested to adopt it. Right, prime minister?"

"...Of course, Your Highness," the prime minister agreed.

Bloody tanuki, the messenger cursed in his mind, but his smile remained unwavering.

"Now, about Lady Reshia's return. Will one month be acceptable?" The messenger asked.

"Yes, that'll be fine. Thanks to her holiness, the city has gotten much livelier. I am cannot overstate my gratitude to the Ivory Tower."

"No, no, surely, this must also be a gift from the heaven's because of his highness' great virtue," the messenger said as he excused himself.

"Hmph, shrewd mutt. I suppose this means they've seen through our intentions?" King Ashtal spat.

"We really can't look down on them. They don't just have influence among the bureaucrats, their intel is also superb. Your Majesty, are you truly going to hand over the saint?" The prime minister asked.

Ashtal reluctantly nodded as he leaned onto his armrest. "It can't be helped. There's no point in having a trump card if you never use it. It's good timing, though. Gulland should be coming back for his regular report soon. We can have one last feast then."

The prime minister courteously nodded and faintly smiled. "I shall send a letter to the merchants and nobles then. The saint needs to dance one last time for us, after all."

"I'll leave it to you then," King Ashtal said.

At that, the prime minister withdrew, leaving King Ashtal by himself.

Reshia's return to the Ivory Tower. They have been discussing through the Ivory Tower's messengers for some time now, and finally, the day has come where they would have to hand her over. As far as King Ashtal was concerned, that so-called saint was only a girl. Exactly what was her worth?