Chapter 909 - Magic Energy Association
Chapter 909 Magic Energy Association
Pa Mazk was an old, hunched-over goblin with a wrinkled face.
In all honesty, the fact that he had managed to survive the planar suppression upon arriving in the World of Adepts was already well beyond Locke’s expectations.
If he were to stand beside Locke, outsiders would treat them as grandfather and grandson. However, no one could guess that Pa Mazk was actually a goblin companion that Locke had grown up with– his most intimate friend, in fact.
A smile immediately appeared on Pa Mazk’s wrinkled face when he saw the little goblin bring Locke over.
“Little Harold! Since you’ve come, why don’t you help me watch over my store for the moment? I have some things to talk about with Locke.” Pa Mazk took out a well-crafted mechanical chicken from the below the black countertop and tossed it to the little goblin. He then nodded at Locke, and the two walked into the storehouse behind the shop, one after the other.
The storehouse was crowded and dark. Tall metal shelves were everywhere, filled with strange constructions of various shapes and unknown purposes.
Pa Mazk did not take a light with him either. He simply stood there in the darkness, silently looking at this childhood companion of his, now completely different.
It was through magic energy that the humans gave birth to adepts, thereby developing their great adept civilization.
The World of Gods relied on the power of faith to create gods of various importance, gaining dominion over a part of the world.
Powerful races of the universe such as the Titans relied on the compatibility of their bodies with magic energy to take over and dominate the entirety of the multiverse.
So many races and worlds had managed to empower themselves through magic energy. Theoretically, this meant that the goblins could do so as well.
Unfortunately, the Goblin Plane was one of the rare low-magic planes!
The planar environment there was insufficient to provide for a systematic society of magic energy users. Consequently, this pushed the Goblin Plane onto a unique path of development– steam-powered machines.
Unfortunately, compared to magic energy, the power of steam machines was still too weak.
That was why the entire Goblin Plane had become the spoils of the Crimson Clan after one ‘unexpected’ adept invasion. The many goblins had then become lowly slaves and servants.
The entirety of their plane’s resources was free for the enemy to take, and the whole of the plane’s population was free for the enemy to command. This life might be bitter, but it was an unavoidable fate for the Goblin Plane.
Locke had read many books since he came to the World of Adepts and had gained tremendous and mysterious power. When he once again turned back and assessed his world and his nation, he felt a deep sense of pity, sadness at its misfortune, and anger at its inability to save itself.
The goblins were not a mighty race to begin with. When they were put into a low-magic world, it was only natural that they would appear to be weak across the board. The elites and the forces of the entire plane had gathered together and, yet, they still couldn’t fend off the invasion of a tiny adept clan. What could they complain about?
From another perspective, if the Goblin Plane was a high-magic plane, would the goblins have managed to gain the ruling position of the plane through their steam machines with their naturally weak and frail bodies?
If one were to take ten thousand steps back to look at the issue, it was clear that Adept Meryl of the Crimson Clan was already one of the very rare pacifists amongst the adepts. The policies and means by which she governed the Goblin were so gentle that even Locke felt like she indulged the goblins far too much. No other adept clan would possibly have given the goblins so much freedom and power!
Moreover, none of the many goblins that Locke knew had any idea. The Adept Meryl that they feared like a tiger and respected like a god was only an ‘insignificant’ First Grade adept in the Crimson Clan. Above her, there was the terrifying Second Grade Bug Adept Billis, the mysterious Second Grade Witch Alice, and the unimaginably powerful Third Grade legendary adept Greem and Bloody Queen Mary.
The very idea of resisting the rule of the Crimson Clan was undoubtedly dangerous. It even posed the risk of dragging the entirety of the goblin faction into a bottomless abyss!
When Princess Vanessa first gained control over magic powers, the vanity of becoming stronger had caused her ego to inflate. She was no longer able to recognize the irredeemable difference in ability between the goblins and adepts.
Resist…what were they supposed to resist with? Magic?
The adepts had researched magic energy for more than tens of thousands of years, and the goblins hoped to overtake them with their decades of research? It was a bet with stakes that were far, far too large. With a slight mistake, the entire Goblin Plane would be lost.
If the resistance failed and the goblins were branded as traitors, then every one of them would have to pay a heavy price.
The very thought of losing his current life and being branded as a slave to toil in a dark and dingy mine caused Locke’s heart to become restless.
“Locke…Locke; will…will you join us?” Pa Mazk asked fearfully.
“I will!” Locke suddenly gave a gentle and beaming smile, “Mazk, you are my best friend after all. I will help you, even if I don’t help anyone else!”
“That’s good. That’s good.” The anxious Mazk finally let out a breath of relief, “I will arrange for you to meet with the princess’ secret messenger now.”
“No hurry. I still need to go to the Black Forest for a few missions tomorrow. I will only return after about four days. It won’t be too late to meet with the messenger then!”
“Very well then, I will have the messenger wait here for you for a few days. Come back as soon as possible, alright!”
“Don’t worry, I will come back, for sure. We are all goblins. Goblins will help goblins!”
“Yes, goblins will help goblins!”
“That’s right, Mazk, fix up your goblin shop a bit, will you? The door of the shop is so narrow and small. It’s obvious that it’s not open for outside service. It’s gonna draw the suspicion of outsiders.”
The two goblins left the storehouse, with Pa Mazk repeatedly agreeing to the suggestion.