Chapter 11 Never Be Attacked

"Never be attacked... but never attack others." Fang Senyan looked at the incredibly absurd prompt from the craftsman's wraith, and a feeling of a rat pulling a tortoise with nowhere to bite into it arose in his heart. He began to search through his items, and suddenly, something that had been hidden in his storage space for a long time caught his eye. Fang Senyan's heart stirred: a goblin's soul... this might be useful.

The thing Fang Senyan saw was none other than the ancient gold pound he had obtained in Pirates of the Caribbean! This gold coin was taken from Klee by trickery and was marked as a valuable item, highly valuable and very popular with plot characters. Of course, Fang Senyan's weakness was his pitifully low charm value, but don't forget that it had already been verified on the respected Gringotts Wizarding Bank manager, Infinite, that goblins were among the few creatures not affected by charm value... "A ghost goblin should also be a goblin, right?" Fang Senyan thought with some glee, took out the gold pound, and clamped it between his fingers, flicking it up with a "ding" sound. Then, it spun and landed in his palm.

The ghost goblin immediately turned its head swiftly after hearing the crisp sound of the gold coin, and its resentful gaze immediately switched to a burning one.

Fang Senyan spread out his hand and said, "I think we can talk, respected Mr. Goblin."

The goblin immediately shrieked angrily:

"Mr.? You call me Mr.! You impolite fellow, I am Punk, Gold Ingot, Grand Duke personally conferred by the Emperor of the Empire! I tell you, I will absolutely, absolutely not change my mind. I will forever intercept anyone trying to approach this demon! Forever!"

Fang Senyan shrugged and said sincerely:

"But I don't intend to approach this demon. This humble monk has come all the way from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, enduring countless hardships, just to admire your Grace's elegance!"

The ghost goblin's ears immediately perked up, and he immediately stroked his chin beard and coughed seriously:

"Don't even think about deceiving me. You clearly came for this demon."

"Of course not," Fang Senyan said decisively:

"Ever since I obtained this invaluable ancient gold coin, I have been unable to find its historical background and other information. More importantly, I have been completely unable to authenticate it. For this reason, I have traveled all over the land, but all I have found is disappointment.

"At this time, Mr. Infinite, the manager of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, provided me with an invaluable piece of information after charging me thirty pounds. The last scholar remaining of the goblin race should be staying here, so I came."

To verify his words, Fang Senyan once again took out the severed finger key that had already played a huge role, trying to squeeze its remaining value once more. Punk, Gold Ingot, took the severed finger key, caressed it, nodded, and then put it aside, revealing an undisguised excitement. He began to rub his hands excitedly and said:

"Infinite? Oh! I know, he should be a bloodline descendant of the royal family... Although I still have no goodwill towards you, I must admit that your vision and luck are quite good. That's right! Standing in front of you at this time is the Grand Duke of the Goblin Empire, Punk, Gold Ingot, who also holds the titles of Master of Heraldry, Scholar of Family Crests, and Authority on Gold Purity Authentication... I say, can you bring this gold coin closer? I can't see it clearly at all."

Fang Senyan smiled and handed the ancient gold coin to Punk, Gold Ingot's semi-transparent palm. The goblin's eyes became even more greedy and fanatical, and filled with focus. He immediately let out a surprised sigh: "Heavens! This purity is better than any gold coin I have ever seen. Look at this beautiful gold color, it's truly intoxicating. It surpasses the ** of any goblin virgin... These strange patterns are also used very appropriately, very clever dividing lines!

Damn, why can't I find anything related to it in my memory? Damn, I have to check that Complete Book of Heraldry..."

Fang Senyan issued a timely exclamation:

"I didn't hear wrong, did I? I really didn't hear wrong? Please forgive my rudeness, Your Grace, did you say that the purity of this gold coin is better than any gold coin you have ever seen?"

Punk, Gold Ingot immediately shouted angrily:

"There is no doubt! I am sure of this, yes, I dare to bet the three thousand seven hundred and thirty-one years of reputation of the Gold Ingot family to be sure of this, gold coins above! Any guy who insults and questions gold should be placed on the gallows or the pyre!"

Fang Senyan immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Since that's the case, I'm relieved."

The old goblin began to try to bite the gold coin... although this was a futile act for a ghost... he said impatiently:

"What are you relieved about?"

"I made a bet with someone, that idiot thought this gold coin was just a copper coin, so we argued fiercely and bet each other's family property." Fang Senyan said seriously, "I finally met an authority who can affirm and loudly say that it is a gold coin. So, can I make a humble suggestion to the respected Punk, Gold Ingot, Grand Duke?"

"Humble suggestion?" The old goblin said vigilantly. "Of course, this suggestion must not involve my wallet!"

"If... if I use this humble ancient gold coin as a reward, then would I have the honor of obtaining a certificate of authentication personally issued by Punk, Gold Ingot, Grand Duke?" Fang Senyan asked carefully.

"Reward? I haven't heard that sweet word in over ten thousand years!" Grand Duke Punk said with a beaming smile, "Although your request is excessive, I will still agree to it, given my usual kind heart." Saying this, the ghost goblin began to draft the certificate, but found that there was no paper or pen anywhere, and he began to become irritable.

Fang Senyan began to frown and said:

"Respected Punk, Gold Ingot, you should know that time is money. Since you have already agreed to me, you should not waste our time any further. I can only give you five more minutes, otherwise, I will have to take back this lovely gold coin."

"Take back? Gold coin? No!!" Punk, Gold Ingot immediately shrieked angrily. "No one can take a gold coin from Punk's hands! Especially such a mysterious and unknown lovely treasure! It's more important than my life!"

"Then you have to give me a certificate!" Fang Senyan also said angrily. "Otherwise, you're a fraud!"

"Fraud?" Punk, Gold Ingot's eyes suddenly lit up and said:

"This might be a good choice? Thank you for reminding me, young man! Hahahaha!"

He immediately escaped towards the high platform while laughing triumphantly, and when he stepped out of the high platform, his entire figure became illusory and disappeared into the air. Then, countless resentments formed the appearance of faces and flew out from where he disappeared, soaring towards the sky.

For Punk, Gold Ingot, the purpose of its existence as a ghost was to never forget the bad things that the demon king had done to it that year, but now all of its thoughts had been transferred to this ancient gold coin that it had never seen before. The obsession was dispersed naturally, and it was liberated. This proved the goblin's nature from another aspect... gold coins can override everything!

At this time, there was no longer any obstacle between Fang Senyan and the mysterious demon king sitting on the throne! Fang Senyan could no longer restrain the curiosity in his heart, and stepped forward. He immediately saw that on the golden throne, there sat a short, strange man wrapped in a black cloak, who looked to be at most one and a half meters tall. He couldn't see his head or face, and on his left shoulder, there was a tattered and dirty burlap bag. When combined, it exuded a sneaky and wretched air.

"This, is the demon king in the mouth of the goblin race? This guy might also be a goblin! Even the so-called gods can't do anything to it?" Fang Senyan could hardly believe his eyes. He suddenly thought of the burly and imposing man depicted in the mural he had seen earlier, who waved his hand and made his enemies vanish into thin air, and that guy also carried a burlap bag... Fang Senyan almost spat out a mouthful of blood, he guessed that artistic processing must have a certain gap with reality, but how could the gap be so big!

At this time, probably because Fang Senyan's movements were a little bigger, and might have brought up some wind, the short, strange man wrapped in a black cloak sitting on the throne immediately tilted and fell down! He crashed onto the golden throne with a "crack", and then a lot of broken bones flew out. Before they landed, they turned into powder in the air, and the short, strange man wrapped in a black cloak also turned into dust in an instant, only the throne remained golden.

After seeing the withered bones that were thrown out, Fang Senyan immediately realized that the bones were also quite small, and should obviously be the bones of a small goblin. After combining the various characteristics of the goblin with what he had seen and heard in his heart, he suddenly realized that he had found the truth of the whole story as naturally as water flowing into a canal:

Ten thousand years ago, the last emperor of the Goblin Empire was very narcissistic, licentious, and tyrannical, and also possessed some superpowers. Therefore, his brutality and ability made everyone fear and terrorize him as it spread from one to ten and from ten to one hundred. This guy also crazily amassed wealth and built his mausoleum like Qin Shi Huang, which eventually triggered the anger of the nobles, and the entire empire collapsed... But because the demon king himself was also a goblin, the goblins of later generations also had no psychological pressure to boast about it crazily. After repeated artistic processing, the story in Infinite's mouth was formed.

As for the sign that stood in front of the mausoleum before, Fang Senyan was even more disdainful: Okay, since such a short and wretched guy can be artistically processed into an Ultraman who kills all directions in the mural, then it is of course logical for the goblins to appear exaggerated in the text.

Fang Senyan, who had figured everything out, suddenly felt a sense of blandness, and waved his hand, preparing to leave. But at this moment, the Nightmare Imprint sent a series of prompts, which immediately stunned Fang Senyan!