Twenty Five
Rhast Repossession
Puxley stared wide-eyed at the goblin that pressed a plasma lance to his neck. King Borlan stood with the man, Freedling, an angry sneer on his face. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” Puxley said. “The order came directly from the Rhast High Command.”
“And what was this order, exactly?” Borlan asked.
“To issue a broad, kingdom-wide command to every goblin outside of Central City to relocate to a particular set of coordinates.”
“Why?” Borlan slammed a fist onto the table.
“For their immediate extraction back to Rhastor, Your Majesty.”
Borlan wiped a hand over his eyes. “I don’t believe this. You get a little behind on a couple of payments and they repossess your goblins.”
“Why did they leave the goblins in Central City?”
“Well,” Puxley said, squirming before
