Chapitre 53: A King
"How about we go to a private room and check your 100 kg of gold, huh? What do you say, brat?" The old giant goblin suggested it to me with a wild smile.
"Yo — you — Your — your majesty..." The scared goblin muttered behind me. Realization struck me. I looked behind the big old goblin and saw the other goblins all kneeling behind him, including those strong, gruff guards.
"Yo — You idiot! Even Dumbledore respects the man before you. Kneel, you swine!" The goblin teller said panicky to Moses.
'Come to think of it; no human should be here right now. How did that human kid come in here?' The teller questioned himself. What he didn't know is that Moses intentionally concealed his presence from the goblin guard that was guarding the door because they were still a little angry at him for insulting the warning poem from before.
"Really? Well, that's unfortunate...I kneel to no one," Moses answered, unwaveringly looking at the old goblin in front of him, causing the old goblin to grin maniacally.
"HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The old goblin laughs jovially.
"You're interesting, kid! My name's Ragnuk! What's your name?" Ragnuk inquired in glee as he took out his big hand for a shake.
"My name's Moses. Just Moses," Moses answered with a small smile as he shook Ragnuk's hand.
'This old goblin's not bad... I don't feel anything from him...' Moses thought while holding the big hand of the old goblin before him.
"!!!" However, a strong pressure suddenly engulfed his hand.
'He's strong...!' Moses thought, wide-eyed at the strength that was pressuring his hand; however, Moses was not the type of person who backed down from a challenge. Flexing his arm muscles, Moses made his move by doubling the gripping strength that the old goblin was giving him. He can't really just let his hand be crushed by his grip, yes, he has a regeneration in place in his body, but it's quite preferable for him for others not to know anything about it.
Strength can be achieved using simple magic by carefully and precisely manipulating raw mana in one's body, but instant regeneration without an incantation or any potion, for that matter, is a hard task for a 12-year-old to do. Any magic that deals with healing is greatly secured by the healers because of its potential to cause harm and lethality. With the right spell hitting a human body, you can literally cripple someone's ability to do magic, or maybe even stop their heart from beating. Let's not talk about instantaneous regeneration; as long as you have enough mana or resources, you are basically an unkillable machine — if the Killing Curse didn't exist, that is...
'As I thought so... interesting..." Ragnuk thought while looking at the golden-haired boy in front of him.
Crack...*
Then suddenly, on the ground below Ragnuk, there appeared to be a small crack.
"HAHAHAHA, you're really interesting, kid! Come, let's talk about your gold somewhere more private. And you, Gnar Chen! I just placed you in China, and you became like that?" Ragnuk reprimanded the goblin teller, whose name was Gnar Chen. Moses looked at Gnar Chen amusingly.
"My apologies, your majesty... The people there are smart about their money, I need to become more... how can I say this... mouthful to negotiate with them..." Gnar Chen expressed himself with a small bow. A look of grimace was visible on his goblin face.
"Of course they are, I've visited the place myself, son. Now give that nugget to him before I punch you with my fist of love! Then come with us, I'll need you to assist me with this boy. Come!" Ragnuk exclaimed in glee as he marched off to another hallway of Gringotts, with Moses and Gnar Chen following him, leaving the once-kneeling goblins back to their work.
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After they arrived at the most luxurious room that Moses had ever seen, they sat at a big rectangular table that seemed to be made of gold with a sparkling translucent chandelier atop them.
"So, where's the gold, kid?" Ragnuk asked the still bewildered boy while looking at his face amusedly.
"So this is the room of a king..." I muttered.
"Hohoho, my King isn't just any other king, boy. If you want to compare his richness to others, then you need to combine all the royalties of the United Kingdom and the top business giant, and nation on the whole of this planet to make up for his wealth." Gnar Chen boasted while smiling haughtily. The giant old goblin only shook his head while smiling in defeat at Gnar Chen's boasting.
"Enough of that; sit down first, kid," Ragnuk ordered. I sat down; however, the chair was too tall for me, causing my feet not to touch the ground. I swung my feet while still wandering my gaze through the entirety of the room.
"Before we convert your gold, tell me first why you need to convert it, and why do you want to convert a hundred kilograms of it?" In his words, the atmosphere suddenly turned more serious. I felt it as I stared at the giant goblin's eyes with composure.
"Why do you need to do that? I just want to convert and have a coffer here; you don't need to know what I will do with my money, at least that's what I'm aware of." I commented with a serious look.
"Well, that was supposed to be the case... if your gold's source can be trusted... can you give us a legal contract on why you own such an amount of gold?" He questioned... I guess there's no running from this; besides, I can get out of this as long as I use my cards correctly.
"No," I answered truthfully. My plan has changed; why must I do it when I can have others do it for me as long as I have money?
"...What a direct answer," he muttered, a little shocked by my response.
"You already knew that I couldn't give any info on where I got the gold from, but you still took me to this place to talk business, knowing well how shady this deal is?" I questioned him.
My plan from before was simple... bribery. The first time that I visited Gringotts, I always wondered why the goblins gave me a nasty feeling, resulting in me, researching their background and origins. I'm not racist, and I don't care about their looks or height for that matter, but I suspected that what I felt from them was something... more magical in nature, and I've come to find out that their race was cursed.
[The curse of Gríðr.]
It was the curse that the magical population named for them, nobody truly knows where the curse originated, but there was a myth that in the past that they were cursed by a god with unfathomable power, an arrogant powerful god that they stole from because of their ancestors' greed.
That said god then punished them for their crimes by cursing their whole race as a whole, their blood stained by a powerful curse that would give them a deep thirst for anything that was valuable to the point of evilness. It was ingrained in their souls, staining them with a bottomless pit of greed and a hideous, untrustworthy appearance.
It was a powerful curse, so powerful that I can somehow feel it floating along their bloodstreams, all except the giant old goblin before me. If the other normal goblins' gave off a murky muddy feeling, then his' was just an oil...
"HAHAHAHA, you're really different, boy! You're right, I took the deal out of curiosity, but now it's different. You grabbed my attention, a king's attention." To think that I would meet a king...
Life is really full of wonders, but what I really wonder is... why he stood up to crack his knuckles and neck.
"Beat me in arm wrestling without the use of magic, and I'll reward you with three favors. What do you say?"
"What...?"
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"An arm wrestling?" I questioned him.
"Yes! Come now, don't keep this king waiting," He responded in glee while readying his arm above the table.
Pros and cons? None. He already knew that I am strong physically for my age...obviously, but what he doesn't know is the limits of my strength. I can stack my strength through different means, like my cell manipulation or raw mana itself, and I'm just getting stronger everyday, so even if he knew what my full strength is now, it would be for naught because then I would become stronger than before.
"Fine..." I agreed; I placed my arm above the table too, and I came face to face with the old giant goblin before me.
"The rules are simple. Anyone who touches down will lose. Anyone who uses magic will lose." He informed me as he clutched my right hand.
"Ready?" he inquired,
"Not yet," I answered.
As I said that, I augmented the muscle fibers surrounding my right arm until they were clenched enough for the others to see the flexed muscles all contained deep within my arm, causing its form and shape to be visible. I could still multiply my strength biologically, but it would be too much of a giveaway considering that I barely know them. I just need to show enough of my uniqueness for them to take me seriously; after all, I'm still a child.
"The hell is that?" Ragnuk asked me with a disbelief expression evident on his face, meanwhile, Gnar Chen only stood beside us while analyzing my enhanced arms while fixing his glasses that were causing the mana signature inside them to move. Ragnuk looked at Gnar Chen with a confused expression, seemingly asking him for information, to which Gnar Chen could only respond with a shake of his head.
"A little something," I answered nonchalantly as I continued.
"Now I'm ready," With those words as the signal, the contest of strength had begun.
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