Tobacco?
That stuff isn't cheap for goblins!
"At least we're eating normal food," the Hell Dwarf sneered, mocking back at the sight of the cigarette butt floating in the pot, "Unlike you, those messy things you serve are simply an insult to Hell's air!"
The goblin didn't waste words with him and immediately started speaking of his mother.
"%￥#@!"
Ever since Lord Snick took charge and led them to prosperity, the goblins of Black Wind Castle have become increasingly dismissive of the Hell Dwarves, with the only person they fear being the foreman at the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory—when the servants of the Lord's Mansion are out patrolling.
The market was bustling, with smoke swirling around, resembling a chaotic battlefield set ablaze, yet adding a touch of the once-rare smoky atmosphere.
The goblins and Hell Dwarves surprisingly lived harmoniously together, which counted as one of Lord Demon King's achievements.
