Chapter 247: Plague? Rebellion!

Black Wind Castle, the Goblin community was as usual, the air filled with the scent of metal and oil, while factory chimneys belched thick smoke day and night, resembling the pipes dangled from the overseers' mouths.

Goblins formed groups, weaving through narrow alleyways, stepping on muddy ground, shuttling between workshops and residential areas.

Though poor, it was tranquil.

Since Snick became the director of the Goblin Residential Committee, the community order gradually stabilized, the shacks no longer leaked wind or rain, and the goblin laborers were willing to work honestly, and there was work to be done.

Good times weren't exclusive to goblins, of course, it included the meritorious Snick.

The Demon King never mistreats his servants, especially the excellent ones.

Snick believed without a doubt that he belonged to the latter category.