The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

This is the shame of his life.

Because of this incident, he had to move next to the goblin community... because other Hell Dwarves ostracized him, blaming him for angering the Lord and almost causing them to be deprived of alcohol.

What kind of nonsense is that?

It made it seem like he was the one who introduced that alcohol tax. Did they naively think that if he kept his mouth shut at the time, the Lord would have spared them?

In hindsight, Baruk realized that the Lord hadn't summoned him, reeking of alcohol, to a meeting out of good intentions. From the start, it was a premeditated "daylight robbery"!

As for himself, he was simply a scapegoat thrown into the crowd by that Demon King...

Admittedly, drinking less does make one much clearer-headed.

Previously, Baruk never thought about these things, but now he could analyze them logically.

However, sometimes clarity is a very painful thing, especially when you're sitting among a group of drunkards.

Not far away, a few goblin laborers were chattering excitedly.

They swung their tiny fists with their bare arms, discussing the latest report in the Abyss Times, praising the Demon King, who brought hope to the lower demons, to the skies.

"Have you heard? The Lord Demon King visited the factory yesterday and personally spoke with the craftsmen!"

"I know. I'm from that workshop! He not only shook my hand but also reminded me to stay safe!"

"What a good person... If only he were a goblin."

"Oh, that's nothing! Did you see the previous issue? He directly confronted a bunch of War Department and Logistics Department bureaucrats at the hearing! He said he would seek justice for the 80,000 soldiers at Seldo Port!"

"Justice... we actually have that thing in Hell!"

"But he's truly impressive... Even though he's human, I kind of admire him!"

"Hey, you don't say, even though he's a human, I feel he's much more compassionate than the goblin big guys! Rumor has it, in Thunder County, his territory! He let the goblins live in the elves' forest!"

When saying this, the goblin stood on the table, with the surrounding goblins' eyes shining brightly, drooling from their mouths.

As everyone knows, goblins are omnivores, although female goblins align most with their aesthetics, other races have their own charms too.

Particularly the elves with pointed ears like theirs, which appeal to them more than short-eared humans.

"Looks like the rumors about Noobla are true..."

"I heard they're doing the butterfly stroke in grain silos and bathing in beer!"

"Gahaha... living with elves... hehe... our Demon King really gets us!"

Baruk, sitting on the side, rolled his eyes.

In these guys' mouths, the word 'live together' sounded like something else entirely.

Especially when it's a vast forest.

So what about him living next to the goblin community?

Does it mean he serves goblins every day?

Sometimes, emotions are not entirely controlled by reason, especially for a Hell Dwarf with an alcohol-addled brain.

Hearing the goblins talk more and more outrageously, he finally couldn't help but snort and sarcastically say.

"What a bunch of lunatics... What good can come from the Demon King? He's called that for a reason. Do you really take him as your big daddy? It's impressive how you guys get drunk on horse piss."

Just as he finished speaking, all eyes instantly focused on him.

"What the hell did you just say?" The goblin standing on the table jumped down and walked aggressively over to his table.

Initially, Baruk sneered and didn't take it seriously, but then several Hell Dwarves also walked over, and he immediately became tense.

"Are you questioning our Lord Demon King?" A Hell Dwarf with a beard down to his waist squinted his eyes, looking Baruk up and down unfavorably, and said with his mustache twitching, "I crawled back from the pile of the dead on the frontline, and no one ever said a word for me. Just a few kegs of beer money settled it. Today, someone finally spoke up for us folks, and you say he's no good? Then what do I want to ask, what are you?"

Baruk's face changed slightly, his momentum weakened, and he said in a low voice.

"I... I didn't mean it that way, I wasn't talking about the frontline stuff."

The long-bearded Hell Dwarf grinned, his scar and crow's feet creasing into one, glaring at him with a fierce expression.

"Lord Demon King's matters are my matters. If you speak without thinking again, I'll use my fists to communicate with you."

Baruk's face turned steel-gray.

He's not a goblin; can he put up with this?

"What the hell did I say?" Overcome with heat, he slapped the table and stood up, his nose almost poking the opposing Hell Dwarf's face, "I work to drink, and if I drink myself to death one day, that's my business! And if that guy makes it so I can't afford a drink, can't I complain a bit?"

The long-bearded Hell Dwarf was momentarily stunned, truly intimidated by his momentum.

Indeed.

That progressive alcohol tax was troubling for him too, although that guy's speech at the hearing suited his taste.

Just as his overbearing aura was about to weaken, a large group of goblins surrounded him.

"Dammit! I won't let you speak about my Lord Demon King like that!"

"You idiot! If it wasn't for you guys messing up things by drinking, why would the Lord Demon King impose that tax? If he really cared about money, why didn't he just double the price of all the alcohol?"