Beauties everywhere. His entire slave harem was were scattered about his residence, cock drunk like blithering idiots. The Chief plowed into his slaves and she seemed to have lost her voice as her mouth open wide and her eyes rolled. No sound could be heard as the slave appeared suspended in time.
When her climax began to come down, she fell into a heaping mess. Chief pulled out and gave his raging rod a few strokes and panted the women with his spunk. The moment it touched her skin, her body contorted, toes curled and cunt squirted like a geyser.
I never had a role model before, but this guy was pretty damn close to it. He then looked at me and Fjord. A moment later I felt a hand push my head down, forcing me to bow.
"Chief! I brought the young one!" Said Fjord.
"How'd he do today?" Chief asked.
"He motivated them well. They go on a raid in a month's time." Fjord replied.
"So far out?" the chief was concerned.
Fjord gave me a side-eye, signaling that it was my turn to speak.
"Chief. In a month, I would have jumped levels, located resources for my growth, and the Exliir tower will be transporting Heavenly treasures Black Goat Town's Herbalist College." I explained.
"Hmm, it seems you have grown up alone. To know so much about human movements. Did you survive by stealing from them?" the Chief asked.
"Yes, Chief!" I replied, " The women of Herbalist College are known as the flowers in the moonlight. The Kingdom of the moon's top beauties. When the Elixir Pavilion Comes, the guards from Black Goat Town's adventure guild will be transporting it halfway and meeting with adventure's Star crest city. 100 miles apart."
The chief erupted with laughter. "Good! Good! I see your plan. You want to raid black goat town while they're weak."
"And raid the transport. If I progress smoothly, coupled with my raiding party. We can take the transport first then hit the town in the night. This will benefit our entire Yordal."
"Hehe, such a cunning boy. No wonder he survived out there for so long." A feminine voice entered the residence. "Fjord, take these whores away, your chief is finished."
Fjord shot me a look before green mist erupted from his body, wrapped around the slaves then carried them out.
The woman who spoke was the same one I had seen sitting next to the chief the day I arrived. She walked around me in circles. Sniffing me and licking my skin.
"Young one, this is my mate, Gniqee. She is also the Shaman of Yordal. Like her, I am very interested in you. Come and sit down." he said.
After finding my seat I received a large horn of liquor.
"Tell us your story, who are your parents? Where did you come from? Is Nyx the first Goblin to bear your slave mark?" The question fired of and thanks to my Focused Mind I was calm and collected, simultaneously gathering my thoughts and weaving a story.
Then I no longer needed it as the brain fired of waves of information I had never had before. Probably because I never tried to access it. When the rush of knowledge was finished, a single memory of a goblin girl came to mind with a Golden Slave mark around her neck, though the seal was drastically different from my own.
"Nyx is the first Goblin to ever bear my mark. I've been moving around since young. I don't know my parents but my sister left me in the forest a few months after I was born and I never saw her again."
This caused the Chief and the shaman to exchange glances. I pretended not to notice and began to feed them knowledge about the life of the little goblin I had taken over. When I was finished, I could see the wheel turning in their head.
"Kane, is your sister a red-skinned goblin with silver hair and small fangs?" Gniqee asked.
I pretended to think for a moment. "Yeah...but she has a brand in the cent of her chest. Kind of like the one we have on our arm."
Gniqee smiled. "I see you have magic. Your mana pool is just average but that can be changed. If it's okay with Chief, would like to become my fifth apprentice?"
"Fifth?" I asked.
"Hmm, you have many elder sisters, but known of them have touched elemental. If you manage to wield Goblin Magic, you can become my successor," she said.
"But what about my raiding party?" I asked.
"Worry not, I can teach you how to be worry and you can raid once a month to focus on your studies. Gniqee and I can both be your teacher."
[Main Quest Alert: Fake Teachers, Real Results, and Shady Schemes]
[Objective 1: Become the student of Yordal]
[Reward: Nature Resin, 50 Exp]
"I accept."
"Haha Good. I'm sure, Fjord has already told you about Uhnok House. That guy can't hold water. Hmm, what do you think?" Asked Chief.
"I'd like to enter Uhnok House," I replied.
"We can help you. But you have to help us." Gniqee spoke.
"Let me tell you a story about a scheme that happened eighteen years ago, mostly like the day you were born." Said Chief. I was completely hooked. From what I could tell based on the reward from the Inheritance quest, must sister is hiding or a prisoner.
And if they know what this elder sister of mine looks like, then she must be special.
"The old king was a bastard at LVL 100. He had twenty children and named them all princes and princesses. His eldest was Princess Culkia. To ascend to the throne, she joined hands with her second brother and birthed your sister. The strongest Uhnok descendant in 500 years. Skin red like fire and hair like the moon. Her scent could turn the strongest goblin made with lust…
So they locked her away. This way she could not disturb the peace and she could train to control her bloodline. Years passed and the old king became sick. It was time for the battle for the throne. Princess Culkia was Pregnant again. But when she gave birth, she gave birth to a gray-skinned welp. How is that possible? Everyone asked. The prince had spilled his seed in many slaves and produced Green and purple-skinned goblins. Never a grey. Princess Culkia only had one child and that child was magnificent. So the Prince believed she had lain with another…
So in the night, the Prince got drunk and had an orgy for the ages. All believed that he was heartbroken. But the truth was more sinister. To protect the throne, he had Princess Culkia killed and framed the third princess. No one believed it, but the second prince insisted. So he killed the fourth princess and the eighth prince that was hiding her. A river of royal blood then followed as the Prince used his eldest daughter's wild blood to warp the mind of his siblings while he slaughtered them all. Without Princess Culkia, he was weak. So the death of his siblings was the only option because he wholeheartedly believed the princess had slept with another.
When the river of blood ran dry, His daughter turned her power on him and spirited her youngest brother away. Deep into Ismellia's forest. To find her, the prince, newly made king, commanded Princess Culkia's most trusted warrior to lead his clan into the forest and retrieve the princess. But how could we keep something like that hidden? We attacked the elves, stole their princess, and killed their prince. We still hold her captive till this day and I still man the border because I will rather be here, weak, and praised. Then in the capital, strong, and untrusted.
On the border, no one cares about or the things I say. But I'm a threat to the king's power if I'm in the capital. But now, we believe the little prince has returned and the opportunity to kill the man who killed my mistress has presented itself."
'Holy fuck! My mind just exploded ten times'
I sat there slack-jawed.
"What I need your help with, is taking our Yordal back to the Captial."
"Me?" I was shocked.
"Yes, you. My brother died last summer and I want you to be his son. We kill the elves, you make it to the middle levels and we will be protected by the council of elders. Not even the King could block you from entering Uhnok House."
I exhaled heavily. It was a lot to take in.
"Think about it, Young One. Come and see me tomorrow, Gniqee will be here to start your lessons and introduce you to your apprentice-sisters." said the Chief.
All I could do was nod. My Focused Mind seemed to be malfunction because my head was spinning. The moment I left the residence, Fjord grabbed me up happily.
"You accepted the Chief's offer didn't ya? Haha, let's go drink!" He shouted.
I had no time to tell them that I only accepted half of the Chief's offer. Sadly, I have forgotten that the Chief said Fjord can't hold water.
The moment we arrived at the square --an outdoor goblin hang out in the Yordal with a bonfire, food, and drinks, Fjord began to tell everyone I was the Chief's nephew. I actually felt played as Fjord already had an entire background story about why I was in the outside world and how I could put the slave mark on a goblin.
I emptied to horns of liquor and joined the party. I was in it now. The scheme to kill the Goblin King. But at least I got a beneficial alliance out of it. Maybe God can let me drive the straight road from here on out. But I doubt he would.
Fjord and I drank the night away and fucked a few slaves. The last thing I was putting my dick in was a goblin. I didn't need another goblin slave. I'm sure it would only bring me problems.
That night collected, three more sales that were unclaimed. A kemonomimi, bunny girl, and human. The next day, I claimed a few more slaves and kept the rest in name only, until I found someone to sell them to.
In total, I know had twelve official slaves with my mark. To convert Dahlia, I place her in charge and made Nyx my adviser as the system planned. Dahlia was against it at first but after my trait Orc Nectar, there wasn't much of a debate and a lot more favor currying.
Midday, my slaves were resting after that long battle and Nyx was helping me sort the assets I received from her and Myr.
"So these are all the Goblin Exilirs with their market prices. This is all the gear, Heavenly treasures, tomes from the outside world that can be sold to the Shaman apprentices. I tried to learn other elements and couldn't. I can't even learn goblin magic." Nyx hung her head.
"But have a Dark Affinity, master that and you won't lack anything," I told her. "So tell me about this money system."
"Simple. Goblin money is in units of Ahngs. Ahngs are minted from a special ore beneficial for goblins be it shamans or fighters. The mines are being protected by clans and minted by the Royal Horde. Now, 100 Ahngs equal a lump, 10 lumps equal a square. If you want to know how to use Ahngs to strengthen your magic, you'll have to ask the shaman. But as a warrior, I can show you." Nyx explained.
"No need. So where do we trade all of this shit?" I asked.
"Trading posts are only available in clan land and higher. There's a fair, in two weeks. I can take you. I'm telling you now, you'll leave a rich goblin. The high-tier gear from Myr and I, along with the stuff from adventurers you killed. You're guaranteed a few squares."
" I believe. But I have to go. Make sure no one enters. If they aren't a slave with my mark, they aren't welcome." I ordered.
"Yes, Master," Nyx replied and made my way to the Chief's lands.
Once there, I accepted his offer completely. He joyously called for food, drink, and my apprentice sisters.