From the streets to the factories, and even the alleys of the slums, all of the goblins were organized.
There wasn't a single spy from the Lord's Mansion here in the true sense, yet the Lord's Mansion's spies were everywhere.
It's not difficult to sneak in here unnoticed, but to blend in requires giving up all pride and becoming a sociable mouse; otherwise, great strength will only expose oneself faster.
Zakro naturally disdains doing such a thing, because even if ordinary demons find him suspicious, they wouldn't seek trouble with him... after all, the sneaky crowd is countless in the diverse Hell.
However, this is Black Wind Castle.
A pair of eyes quietly watched him, then retreated into the shadows as if nothing had happened...
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Meanwhile, in the center of the goblin community, an overturned carriage lay on its side at the street corner, with a crooked wooden sign hung atop it, bearing several rough words—Black Wind Castle Community Committee.
