Chapter 242: Drinking the Draught of Forgetfulness (Part 3)

Baruk glared with wide eyes.

"When did I say he was after money?"

Why do these guys not listen at all? Just now it was about the front line, and now it's about making money...

The whole Black Wind Castle is his, does he need to make money this way?

However, two fists are no match against four hands.

Even a silver-level Flame Demon isn't effective, let alone a Hell Dwarf without Extraordinary Power.

With the goblins chattering away, he was quickly drowned in their flood-like babble.

"I recognize this guy! He's a drunkard! Day-drunk and going to the Lord's Mansion for meetings, babbling about beer subsidies—doesn't this guy know he's asking for trouble?"

"Damn, this disgraceful fellow's the reason we can't drink!"

Baruk's identity was revealed, and now those hesitating Hell Dwarves were influenced by the goblins' momentum and sided with them, attracting more and more drunken troublemakers.