Dungeon King: My Goblins Have Captured Countless Female Players

In the capital of Oungria Kindom, Pist, the culture differed somewhat from the traditional territories of the Empire, but fortunately, the language was not too dissimilar.

Howard, having studied it briefly, could understand the basics of what the local people said.

Approaching an elderly man selling clay pots, Howard inquired, "What do you think of the queen?"

The old man eyed Howard warily and asked, "Why do you want to know?"

Howard simply replied, "Just asking."

The old man huffed, "She’s fine."

Howard, sensing a discrepancy between the old man’s words and his demeanor, pressed on, "Really fine?"

The man glared at Howard and retorted, "I’m here to sell clay pots. Are you buying or not? If not, get lost!"

Howard, to ease the tension, bought a clay pot, and the old man’s attitude softened.

Continuing the conversation, Howard learned that recently, during the blooming of Oungria Kindom’s national flower, the queen, who was fond of flowers, had requisitioned all the flowers meant for sale by local merchants without paying for them.

"It was strong-arm requisitioning," the old man complained.