“Let us get right into it, My King.”
Rick was currently seated in the same room in a criss-cross applesauce position as Chiefess Hugala began her small history lesson.
The sight was a little comical, as he still towered over her even though he was seated.
“I won’t be going into too much detail regarding each Clan, as I’m sure they would rather tell you themselves, but this is just to give you a general understanding as to how we got to where we are today as we know it.
“As mentioned previously, some things were lost to time and war, and more than a few gaps exist in our minds at the moment, but there is still plenty of information there…
“First of all, we weren’t always together as we are today, and the Clans weren’t always known as Clans. At some point, every single one of us started out as small tribes dotted across the land. In the past, when a new Monarch was crowned, they typically never got the chance to properly unite all the Goblins on the continent together.
“Only ever a couple tribes were brought into the fold before they lost their lives. That all changed with the last Goblin King. This happened many years before I was born, but the last Goblin King was the one who managed to bring most of the tribes on the continent together.
“This, of course, included his own Clan, which is now known as the Central Clan, and it is why they are the largest. Though that is a story for them to tell. Now, this Goblin King was able to unite over 20 tribes into his growing Kingdom.
“And while all the tribes willingly followed the Goblin King, none of them wanted to lose their identities as tribes, and thus the Clans were formed, with each Clan named after the strongest champion of those tribes—with the exception of the Central Clan.
“Things were in a good place, and the Goblin King and his Clans were growing in strength appropriately, but as the stories say… he got too strong and, too unfortunately, too optimistic to go unnoticed by other powers.
“He was a noble King and sought nothing but the freedom and prosperity of all Goblin kind, but Goblins existed across the entire continent, and to free them all, he would have to traverse human lands.
“And that is what led to his downfall.
“He was ganged up on and killed, and the people of his kingdom were slaughtered. If it wasn’t for a few of our stronger Goblins sacrificing themselves and giving us time to run away, we would never have made it to the Dark Lands of Mir in which we now dwell.
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“And not all the Clans made it. Only 14 of us remained of the entire group.
“The Clans were extremely worried about pursuit from the humans, but it never came, and it didn’t take long for them to see why.
“The Dark Lands of Mir were not a place that people should live, and there wasn’t a day where there weren’t terrible things trying to kill them all.
“And those same things are still constantly trying to kill us today.
“The remaining 14 Clans spent a lot of blood and effort to reach the point we are currently at, and we will likely continue to do so until we are finally strong enough to leave the Dark Lands of Mir once and for all.
“That brings us to the end of our small history lesson, My King. I hope it was beneficial to you.”
Rick soaked in all the information from Chiefess Hugala with rapt attention as she wistfully explained the history of the Goblin Clans.
“That King that did all of that… what was his name?”
“He was known as King Galagor, and it is noted that he managed to reach the Sixth Tier, My King.”
“I see… well then, I will do my best to ensure his legacy isn’t destroyed.”
“You will have the backing of every single Goblin in Mir, My King. We are stronger and have been tempered through years of fighting the creatures here.
“We are no longer just a gathering of untested tribes; we are Clans of warriors, and we are at your beck and call.”
“…Understood.”
“Back to your lessons. Remember to be confident when receiving the loyalty of your people. Our loyalty towards you is a given and is normal. Accept it with your head held high, My King.”
That began Rick’s lessons about how to carry himself as the King of Goblins.
Chiefess Hugala would leave no stone unturned as she drilled everything she knew into Rick.
And while that was happening, Goblins constantly flowed from the Hessel Clan towards the location of where Rick’s house would be.
Some of them were there to help with the house—or perhaps mansion would be more accurate. And others were there to pass on measurements and help with the construction of Rick’s armor.
While Chiefess Hugala promised to improve upon Wala’s set, there is only so much that could be done to improve it without outright replacing the materials used, which would be against what Rick wanted.
So the solution was simple.
Make Rick a brand new set of armor that would be specifically used to go into war. While the one made by Wala would be primarily for regular daily use. Or at least that’s what they would be aiming for.
And one Hessel Clan Goblin in particular had a very big job as he ran towards his target at full speed.
His target being Chiefess Menga of the Pogra Clan herself.
He ran all the way to her, but before she could ask what he needed, he spoke first.
“A word from the King.”
Every single Goblin in the area immediately stopped what they were doing, and silence descended in the rather busy staging area for building.
Chiefess Menga, on the other hand, had knelt.
The Hessel Clan Goblin began speaking once more.
“I would like to commission a spear. Something about 8 feet in length and strong enough to not break under the power of a Tier Six Goblin.”
Chiefess Menga’s eyes practically turned into sparkling stars after she heard what the King wanted.
Not only would she get to build a place of dwelling for her King, but she’d also get to build him a spear?
The Pogra Clan Chiefess couldn’t be happier.
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