Novel & Cerita The Goblin King Labyrinth

After all, I brought Gruga, the baby dragon, with me,' Felen said to himself, reassuring himself. The two of them entered the labyrinth after the pair in front entered first. The labyrinth was much bigger and wider than Felen had thought. The tall grass felt like a monster ready to attack at any moment. Moreover, the air pressure inside is so strong that it makes it suffocating. The dark aura was too domineering. Felen paused for a moment to take a breath, then slowly walked back to follow Igle who was walking not far ahead. "Which direction are you going? I'm sure you have more experience with this," Felen asked, staring at the silent Igle.

The palace can be a maze, but I know each halls and most of the rooms. Gideon takes a left at the portrait gallery, then ducks into the servants’ wing. I glide behind a marble pillar and watch as he disappears behind a tapestry depicting some ancient battle. I’m on him in two beats, holding my skirts so they don’t get caught and betray me by creating any sounds. I watch him from a distance. He moves with purpose, like he’s walking back into a memory. I barely make a sound but just to be sure, I also activated a spell that will ensure he won’t be able to smell or sense me.

I sat down at the table assigned to us and looked around openly just because Luca told me not to and also because the room genuinely deserved to be looked at. Luca noticed and said my name once under his breath, like he wants me to stop what I’m doing without making a scene, but I didn’t stop Then the doors at the far end of the hall opened and the guard at the entrance announced the King and the entire room stood and I stood with them and that was when I saw him. Aurelius walked in like the room had been built specifically to frame him, he was so tall, dressed in all black, something about the way he moved with grace.

The forbidden text inscribed within revealed itself slowly but surely; ancient runes etched in blood-red ink that seemed to pulsate with dark energy. As I delved deeper into the book, my heart quickened with anticipation. The passages hinted at a forgotten history, a tale of a powerful Lycan King who had once ruled over the land. It spoke of his rise to power and the dark deeds he had committed in his quest for dominance. But it also hinted at a hidden truth, a secret that had been buried for centuries, waiting to be uncovered.

I pointed at one of the goblins who had gold in his trouser pocket. "They are indeed price lovers," said Erin, who kept walking and ignored the gold. I had stopped for a moment and thought about taking the gold, but I abandoned my intention and continued on my way. I don't need the gold because I can take it in the Lamris kingdom. .... Long story short, we've passed dozens of floors and now we've reached the 30s. We've fought all kinds of monsters, from goblins, orcs, and some magical beasts like spiders and scorpions. We still often meet adventurers, some are resting, some are still continuing their journey.

Ronan answered after a while, and I nodded, waiting for him to continue. “It’s a route just in case the king’s health is in danger, and the Royal doctors want to save him. It isn’t very easy, and we only passed the tunnel on top because opening the real underground tunnel would not be as easy as this one. Hearing all of these felt surreal, and I felt like we were being transported in time. “Why are there so many underground channels? Was there some intense war before?” I could remember that the queen dowager’s room had some underground chamber where I had been taken to.

And if he was here, that meant the king's body was likely kept there. And he had been the one who was meant to end the king. She approached, her stance composed, and leaned in to whisper. “I know of the Vault of Eldhiran. The king's treasure and I'm here to help you access it.” The mage’s eyes sparked with interest, though he quickly tried to hide it. King Duncan had been right. Any mage who agreed to this ritual must be greedy. That was their weakness. Sahrak let her in, and Gatha’s breath hitched at the sight of Duncan's body in the coffin. His breath was slow, his heartbeat faint. He was dying.

Because my father decided to leave his daughters with a fifty grand worth of debt and Vera chose to steal from Adonis, who was probably a cult leader, to pay our debt. “Hey pumpkin, you don't want to give yourself leg cramps,” the one eyed woman, with curly brown hair that sat on her head like a dirty mop, said in an amused tone. Almost as soon as she spoke, I felt my leg muscles twitching. I lowered myself to the floor and stretched my legs out. “I’m surprised the king hasn't killed you yet,” she chuckled. I arched an eyebrow at her. “What king?” The woman looked at me as though I had developed two heads. “King Adonis. Isn’t he the one that put you here?” she asked.