Future Goblin King Bisel

"Phew, that was close." Lu Yang was also covered in a cold sweat. Judging by the damage he would have sustained from that building collapsing, he would have certainly died.

The Goblin beside him was also shaken with lingering fear. However, the Goblin quickly composed itself, gave Lu Yang a very elegant bow, and said, "Sir, the Goblin Bisel thanks you for saving my life. Please accept my token of gratitude, one Gold Coin."

Lu Yang's eyes lit up. Bisel? He was far too familiar with that name. In his previous life, after the game's third year, the Goblin race established a kingdom, and the first king after its founding was named Bisel.

Lu Yang couldn't help but scrutinize the young Goblin. Although his face was blackened by smoke, it was clear that he was indeed that King Bisel.

He hadn't expected his luck to be so good, saving the future king of the Goblin race.

"I don't want your Gold Coins. Saving you was just a matter of lifting a finger," Lu Yang said. Compared to friendship with the future king, what was one Gold Coin?

A look of surprise appeared in the Goblin's large eyes, and he said, "Is it that the Gold Coins I offered were too few? That was my mistake. I'm willing to offer five Gold Coins."

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Goblin didn't have a single Gold Coin on him. As long as Lu Yang agreed, a letter from the Venture Capital Firm would be delivered to Lu Yang's mailbox in less than five minutes, containing five Gold Coins.

Lu Yang still shook his head and said, "No, I said saving you was just a matter of lifting a finger."

Bisel's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, and he said with some annoyance, "Greedy human, at most, I'll give you ten Gold Coins. If you still don't agree, I won't give you even a Copper Coin."

What was the concept of ten Gold Coins? Even a month from now, ten Gold Coins could easily buy a complete set of Level 10 Silver equipment.

If it were a regular player, seeing Bisel's annoyed appearance, they would definitely think that Bisel was telling the truth. However, Lu Yang didn't believe it.

"Goblin, you're insulting my integrity. I said, saving you was just a matter of lifting a finger. I don't want your Gold Coins," Lu Yang said firmly.

Bisel was stunned. In his memory, weren't humans all greedy and liked to take advantage of others? Weren't they willing to risk their lives for you if you gave them money? Why was the person in front of him different?

Lu Yang's anger continued, "My purpose here is to kill the Troll Shaman Vol'jin. Look, Vol'jin's corpse is right there. Meeting you was just a coincidence. You actually want to use money to buy me off. I find you disgusting."

Bisel looked in the direction Lu Yang was pointing. The Troll Shaman Vol'jin was lying on the ground, his mouth wide open, his face full of unwillingness.

"Vol'jin is dead." Bisel carefully went to Vol'jin's corpse and, after confirming it several times, shouted excitedly.

Lu Yang ignored Bisel, put on an angry expression, and turned to walk out of the Troll camp.

In reality, Lu Yang was also genuinely angry. In the highly advanced artificial intelligence era of 2040, although Bisel was a virtual character in the game, he had a personality just like a real person.

Lu Yang's personality was somewhat like a raging fire, upright and unyielding. He liked to befriend people who were loyal and valued friendship, and he was most disgusted by those who liked to think that money could buy everything.

He already had the Demon God's Heart. Bisel's importance wasn't that great. If Bisel was really such a petty person, even if he was a virtual character, Lu Yang wouldn't want to be friends with him.

Bisel was rejoicing. Seeing Lu Yang about to leave, he quickly chased after Lu Yang and said excitedly, "Sir, please wait for me."

"What is it?" Lu Yang asked.

This time, Bisel gave Lu Yang a serious 90° bow and maintained the posture.

"Sir, please forgive Bisel's rudeness just now. If you're unwilling to accept my Gold Coins, I beg you to accept my friendship. If you don't mind, the Goblin Bisel is willing to be your friend," Bisel said seriously.

Lu Yang took a long breath and thought: That's more like it. He didn't believe that a person of low character who thought money could buy everything could become the king of the Goblin race.

A king, ah, that was a position that required what kind of courage and character to be elected.

"Human Lu Yang, is willing to accept your friendship. I believe we will become very good friends," Lu Yang said, extending his hands to help Bisel up.

Bisel's big eyes revealed an excited expression, and he said happily, "Ah ha, that's really great. I, Bisel, finally have a human friend."

Lu Yang asked curiously, "Have you never seen humans before?"

"I've seen them, I've seen them." Bisel said helplessly, "But your humans' greed isn't any less than ours Goblins'. Among humans, you're still the first person I've seen who isn't blinded by money."

Lu Yang wasn't a money-grubber in his previous life either. Otherwise, how could he, a poor kid, have gathered a guild of 5,000 people and built a fortress in the wilderness?

He asked with a smile, "How did you end up here?"

"Don't even mention it." Bisel became angry as soon as he thought of this matter, pointing to Vol'jin's corpse and saying, "My caravan was ambushed by this damned guy when passing through the Orc Hills. Everyone else in the caravan died, and only I survived. I thought Vol'jin wanted me to buy my life with money, but in reality, Vol'jin wanted me to be a sacrifice and burn me alive."

This was the custom of the Troll race. Anyone they thought could be sacrificed to the gods would be burned to death with fire.

"Maybe Vol'jin felt that you, this Goblin, looked quite handsome and wanted you to be a servant to their god," Lu Yang said jokingly.

Bisel smiled shyly, like a child. Suddenly, a team of Trolls passed by the entrance of the valley, scaring Bisel into quickly hiding behind Lu Yang.

"Let's go back first. This is not a place to stay for long. Be careful that other Trolls come," Lu Yang said.

Bisel nodded, looked around, and found his clothes and backpack not far from the collapsed house.

After getting dressed, Bisel ran to Lu Yang's side and took out a metal cylindrical rod from his backpack. Lu Yang recognized this thing, called a Safety Teleporter, which could teleport up to five players back to a designated location at the same time.

"This is our race's great masterpiece. Get ready, I'll take you away from here." Bisel pressed the button on the cylindrical rod. After a burst of electricity, Lu Yang and Bisel disappeared from the spot.

On the other side, at the teleportation point of the Venture Capital Firm camp in the western trade district of St. Gall City, a burst of electricity flashed, and Lu Yang and Bisel appeared.