The Darkmoon Clan was planning a rebellion?
What was going on?
John stared at the goblin who had slid to his knees before him and now lay trembling with every limb pressed to the floor. He stood frozen, his expression growing strange.
In fact, he had been surprised when he first heard that the goblins intended to rebel.
But after a moment's thought, he dismissed the possibility.
The 303rd Independent Division might only be a force of new recruits.
But stationed in Faoken alongside the 303rd Division were three legion-sized forces: the Silver Moon Legion, the Abyss Scale Legion, and the Ember Scale Legion.
Unless the Darkmoon Clan's leader had lost his mind, he had to know that rebellion could end only in the clan's destruction.
Then there was this fellow's immediate slide to his knees and plea for mercy. Lunebo had also told John, on returning from delivering his orders, that the goblins had argued bitterly over whom to send as their envoy.
A little thought was all John needed to work out the truth:
This fellow had to be terrified of John's reputation as a "god of slaughter." He thought the decree was a pretext and that John really meant to kill the envoy as a warning to the Darkmoon Clan—perhaps on the grounds that he had entered right foot first and thereby disrespected the governor.
To save his life, he had chosen to smear his own clan and present himself as a goblin traitor!
What a complete lack of scruples!
He was even more shameless than Miles!
John looked at the "goblin traitor" before him with open contempt.
He had intended to tell the goblin to stand and clear up the misunderstanding.
On second thought, though, the supposed "rebellion" gave him a fine excuse to rein in