Chapter 800 - Goblin Master Crafter Wulm Ⅱ (1/2)

With the artifact safely put away, Wulm began to clean up her workshop, when a loud knock is heard at her door. The elderly gobbling with sharp eyes narrows them pointedly at the door. ”Who is it?” She grumpily rasped in Gobbledegook.

”Councilor, Master Crafter Wulm our King has summoned you,” answered the goblin standing behind the closed door.

”Of course, he has,” Wulm mumbled under her voice, before reaching for her outer robes hanging off a hanger.

”Councilor, Master Crafter Wulm?” The goblin uncertainly asked.

”I'm coming, I'm coming,” Wulm impatiently snapped, before patting down her outer robes one last time.

Shuffling over, Wulm jerks the door open to reveal a young goblin guard in glistening polished holding a pointed spear. She glares at the younger goblin causing the young goblin guard to take a nervous step back.

With a bit of an uncertain tremor in his voice, the young goblin says, ”Please Councilor, Master Crafter Wulm, if you would follow me this way-?”

The young goblin is unable to finish his sentence as Wulm rudely interrupts, ”I know the way, child,” before stomping past the younger goblin.

The young guard trails off to join the guards, while Wulm makes her way across a rich carpeted floor that leads to the quarters of the Goblin King, Grok Gringotts. Without any politeness, she loudly begins to bang on the door. ”Open up!” She huffed to the shock of the young guard, who felt rather faint at the display.

The door is opened by a goblin servant in livery, but before the servant can announce the Councilor, Master Crafter's presence, the elderly goblin, Wulm shoves her way inside. ”Well, what do you want?” She loudly huffed striding over to the nearest chair, before settling down.

The attendants in lavish uniforms are scandalized, but wear expressions of resignation. Councilor, Master Crafter Wulm was infamous for her jagged temperament. No one was excluded from the receiving end of her outbursts including the Goblin King. After all, she was the King's senior by more than a few dozen years. She still remembered when Grok Gringotts had been a sniveling brat that needed his diapers changed. As if she was ever going to fear someone, who'd she babysat on more than one occasion.

The elderly figure of Grok Gringotts narrows his sharp eyes at the Goblin Councilmember, Master Crafter Wulm. He has a resigned expression on his face. No matter what he did or said even after all these years Wulm still treated him like the infant she had once looked after. It was a terrible thing to have someone be able to recall ones most embarrassing anecdotes since infancy.

Grok Gringotts furrows his brow unhappily. ”Well, what are you all waiting for? OUT!” He roared to his attendants and pointed firmly to the door.

Wulm smirks rather cheerfully from her seat watching the reluctant procession of the attendants in lavish uniforms and other goblins stream out from the Goblin King's office. The last of the goblins dejectedly shut the door firmly behind him. With the chamber of the Goblin King now empty, Wulm eyes flicker over towards the where the hanging portrait of King Ragunk, the first Goblin King that held the newly forged sword of Godric Gryffindor in hand.

Grok waves his hand making the room temporarily impenetrable from brute force be it magic or any means. Wulm arches her brow at Grok Gringott's actions and pulls her eyes away from the first Goblin King. ”What an unusual rection from your part, Grok,” she commented with interest evident in her eyes.

”There is a delicate matter that must be discussed, Councilor Wulm,” Grok formally said calling upon Wulm's formal title within the Goblin court.

Understanding dawns in Wulm's eyes as she sits up and tilts her head towards Grok Gringotts in a formal manner no longer in jest. ”Wulm, the Goblin Councilor hears and obeys the Goblin King's summons. How may this humble councilor offer her services to aid her king?”

Grok Gringrotts accepts the bow and waves his hand gesturing for Wulm to raise her head and meet his gaze. ”The artifact is it complete?” He asked.

”It is, sire,” Wulm truthfully answered. ”However, I have yet to send word of the completion of the artifact.”