The Horror Demon director, instead of getting angry after being scolded, wore a full-faced smile of complacency, showing no sign of being offended.
Though they are all high-level demons, so high-level demons have purer bloodlines and are closer to Emperor Bayele.
Mia glanced around, observing the goblins in the warehouse and narrowing her eyes slightly.
"So it was you guys who caused the trouble, right?"
Frightened by that nacing look, the goblins all shrank back, displaying expressions of fear.
"No... Miss Padric, how could we dare to make trouble? It was all because the, the ones opposite started it." Oke answered timidly.
Then, a loud voice suddenly ca from not too far away.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could my goblins lose!"
"Is that even the point?! Lord Demon King."
"Then you tell what the point is!"
"I, I... I don't know either."
On the other side of the corridor, a demoness with a look of wry amusent followed closely behind a burly, horse-faced Demon King.
The forr is the most common type of demon with horns on her head, while the latter seems to be a high-level Pain Demon.
Normally, the relationship between those two appears more like the typical interaction between a Demon King Managent Departnt official and a Demon King—it's usually the forr appeasing the latter, and the latter ordering around the forr.
In situations like in the Great Graveyard, it's extrely special and rare for a Demon King to discuss things with officials from the Demon King Managent Departnt across the entirety of Hell.
Of course, it might actually make no difference.
After all, factually speaking, although an Enchanting Demon often gets the better end of verbal exchanges, she also doesn't skimp on running errands.
Seeing Mia standing at the warehouse entrance, the vocal Pain Demon suddenly paused, and exclaid in surprise.
"Oh? Miss Padric, what are you doing here?"
The two couldn't really say they knew each other; they had only t briefly at a banquet.
Had it not been for this coincidence, he wouldn't have known that this young lady had graduated from the Demon King Academy and entered the Demon King Managent Departnt.
After all, if it was just for show, there were better departnts to go to, given the Padric Family's connections in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, there was absolutely no need to co here and serve others.
Mia stared at him for a while but couldn't rember his na, so she simply skipped the greetings and yawned instead.
"My family's goblins seem to have clashed with yours; please hurry up and move your stuff, make so space."
"That's too much! I heard it was your side that started it, why should we move—" the demoness glared at her, discontent, but her indignantly spoken words were abruptly cut off.
"So it turns out you lost to us, haha, I think that's quite justifiable then!" the Demon King laughed heartily, hands on his hips.
"Is arguing about who won or lost really interesting?" Mia said indifferently, "Just hurry up and get these little guys out of here."
The Demon King responded with a hearty smile.
"No problem... but please forgive my curiosity, why do your goblins, who seem a bit weaker, manage to win against ours? I'm really curious! Enlighten !"
This batch of goblins cost him at least three million Kela.
The Goblin Chief who sold him these little fellows had assured him with a thump on his chest that they were the best fighters in the tribe, the fiercest, and roaringly strong on the battlefield!
Yet, before they even reached the battlefield, this group of goblins were already being thrashed on the ground, which was a real shock to him.
In contrast, the goblins from the Great Graveyard were much scrawnier and seed less adept at physical combat, at most being better at sticking together.
Moreover, he watched last night's duel; securing the victory relied mainly on that war machine, it had nothing to do with the fighting capability of these goblins.
As soon as he finished speaking, defiant shouts rang out from inside the warehouse.
"We are not goblins!"
"That's right!"
"Noobla!!!"
This noisy bunch seed not at all afraid of the guards' clubs.
Mia held her forehead with a pained expression as if saying "You see?"
"Noobla? That's interesting..." the Pain Demon pondered, rubbing his chin with his index finger, his eyes growing brighter as if he had found sothing intriguing.
The demoness cleared her throat and said.
"Anyway, we should coordinate the transfer of goods as soon as possible..."
"We can talk about that in a mont," the Pain Demon King suddenly interrupted her, staring intently at Mia, "When you're free, please introduce to the Demon King of the Great Graveyard! I watched the duel yesterday, it was thrilling!"
Mia shrugged her shoulders.
"I have no problem with that, but I don't even know who you are."
The Pain Demon was briefly stupefied, then burst out laughing loudly.
"Walsh Arefton! The Demon King of Evil Demon Castle!"
The na sounded slightly familiar, probably a figure of so renown.
But Mia didn't care about such matters and rely responded casually.
"I will pass on the ssage."
...
The commotion in the Demon King Managent Departnt was just a brief episode, and with Miss Mia's arrival, it was quickly resolved.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs directly allocated a new warehouse to the Demon King Managent Departnt and decided to build an eight-room dormitory on the site of the old warehouse, specifically for storing live creatures.
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