At this mont, Luo Yan had no idea that the small boat he was on in the Vast Ocean had capsized as soon as he said it, and he had no clue where it had flipped to.
Fortunately, his servant Lumier was smart enough to quickly use "Demon Servant's Whisper" to convince the skeptical Ticky, reaching a deal with the latter.
Ticky was not soone with pure faith to begin with, and in his eyes, the Demon King and Demon God were close relatives. Doing business with the Demon King was not out of the question... After all, apart from cooperation, they had nowhere else to go now.
The undead and pirates shook hands and made peace, deciding to settle down on this beach for now and confirm their location.
anwhile, Lumier arranged for so corpse ghosts to explore the tropical rainforest in front of them, while others guarded the wreckage of the ship.
As for himself, he was wracking his brains, facing a wet notebook, to study the patterns of the Teleportation Array, trying to convey his situation to Lord Demon King.
As long as he could connect to Lord Demon King's maze, everything would be easy!
The only problem now was that this Teleportation Array was really hard to draw. The notebook was soaked with water, and with his low literacy level, it was as difficult as climbing the sky...
...
On the other side, the rebuilding work of Black Wind Castle had entered its final stage. With the lifting of the martial law, the street near the factory beca bustling, no less lively than Beifeng City near Thunder County.
After all, with so many people here, unless they were too destructive, it was difficult not to prosper.
Just like Luo Yan said, those goblin rchants wouldn't care about the fall of Sawtooth Chamber of Comrce or Grock's death. Wherever money could be made, they would go.
The lord here doesn't love them?
What a joke.
Only those lacking love would fret over whether others love them. They don't even have hearts; why would they care about such things?
Next ti you pick a side, just keep your eyes open, or pick Baron Luo Yan with your eyes closed. At least last ti, the guys who followed "that Demon King" had pretty good endings. His eating habits were very graceful, and he took care of his own feathers.
As for those who charged along with Snick?
If you kept close, you'd be fine, but if you ran too slow or too fast, you better find your own luck.
In short, most residents of Black Wind Castle were very satisfied with the final outco. Goblins had moved into the new community, not only with water pipes but other goblins also contracted to handle their garbage.
As for the Hell Dwarves, although drinking expensive spirits was sowhat difficult, the Lord's Mansion turned a blind eye, allowing the taverns to mix high-proof alcohol in the at soup—which wasn't considered as alcohol but as a seasoning to remove the gay taste, even if generously sprinkled, it was an acceptable compromise.
Solutions to problems are always more abundant than the problems themselves.
Just as Luo Yan expected, after experiencing two infernos, his backyard bred a brand new order.
However, this was not entirely perfect, especially for the young players of the Great Graveyard.
They could tolerate the goblins' pungent sll and their casual approach to life, but they couldn't endure the so-called Hell-Level "hell cuisine."
The market near the industrial zone was perated with a strong charcoal-burning aroma.
At the Hell Dwarves' spirit roast at stall, the robust dwarves used large iron hooks to flip scorched unknown at chunks, shouting loudly while splashing spirits onto the charcoal. Flas surged instantly, the air mixing with the scent of roasting at and the pungent alcohol aroma.
Although the origin of those at chunks was highly suspicious, this was actually okay for them. After all, not everyone could sit in the Demon King Academy's cafeteria enjoying Minotaur steak. The lowest-level residents of the area were long accustod not to question the source of the at, lest it reminded them of their neighbors.
The players were sowhat able to accept the flavors of the Hell Dwarves, but the goblins made them a bit intolerable.
These guys' stalls selling "junk food" were truly varied, calling that stuff food was even flattering.
They would mix various inscrutable ingredients without any thod, randomly tossing them into a soup pot, then haphazardly sprinkle so magical seasoning... or even so freshly rubbed-off mud, and finally serve plates of brightly colored, foul-slling specialty dishes, stunning countless players.
"Goblin's Secret Stew Rat at! Only here, miss it and wait till next year!"
A goblin in a loincloth held a bowl of enigmas that would require censorship in other gas, shouting proudly.
Though he said it like this, he had said the sa thing yesterday, and presumably tomorrow he would continue tornting Black Wind Castle's ordinary residents... if there were any ordinary residents here.
Nearby, a Hell Dwarf bit off a beer bottle cap with his teeth, poured a big gulp into his mouth, then disdainfully spat.
"Bah! Who eats this kind of crap?"
"What do you know? Our goblin food emphasizes innovation and cost-effectiveness, unlike you guys who only know to pair roast at with horse piss, making people's mouths taste like ashes." The goblin retorted discontentedly.
A little demon player passing by eyeing brightly offered a nearly smoked-out roll-up cigarette.
"Hey brother, I've got a cigarette butt here, free of charge, you want it?"
The goblin probably didn't understand his language but understood his gesture, bead with joy, and grabbed it to toss into the pot.
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