The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Although that was not magic.

It could still be considered a form of Extraordinary Power.

Looking at Kamu, who was lost in thought, Zakro's lips curled into a smile as he leisurely closed his eyes.

"...We've prepared this pawn long enough; it's time to put it to use."

...

Black Wind Castle, headquarters of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce.

As night fell, the only room still lit in the three-story building was Grock Juchi's.

Gazing out at the gradually extinguishing giant Magic Crystal Lamp Post, Grock looked solemn, hands behind his back as if lost in thought.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed behind him.

Feeling the movement behind him, Grock's long ears twitched slightly as he quickly turned, seeing a Demon with its wings folded, sitting on the sofa, playing with his teacups.

The visitor was none other than Night Song, Zakro's servant — a gargoyle with Platinum Level strength.

Strictly speaking, he had been following Zakro longer than Reggie Dragon had been alive, and even more so the current Family Head Kamu.

Who he represented was obvious.

Despite fearing the power of the Dragon family, Grock couldn't suppress a disgruntled whisper.

"When did you come in?"

Night Song didn't spare him a glance, merely examining the teacup in his hand as he nonchalantly spoke.

"If I want to enter, no one can stop me."

No one can stop him indeed.

Grock's eyebrow twitched slightly, letting out a dry laugh.

"Then why don't you just go kill the Demon King and save us all the trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson eye glanced towards him lightly.

In that instant of meeting that gaze, Grock's breath seemed to freeze, feeling an icy chill to his core.

Grock's pupils contracted slightly, fear gradually emanating in his eyes as he wanted to retreat but found himself immobilized.

After about half a minute, the pressure on him suddenly dissipated.

Grock took deep breaths, oblivious to the sweat soaking his back, his knees trembling slightly.

He was, after all, just an ordinary goblin.

Only now did he suddenly remember that even though he possessed immense wealth, the other party could easily snuff him out with a mere flick of their fingers.

Seeing the goblin's expression turn humble, Night Song chuckled lightly, speaking slowly.

"You don't naively think I'm the only one with Extraordinary Power in the entire Demon City, do you?"

Lord Demon God rarely shows divinity, but the death of a Demon King in Demon City would be a colossal matter.

If something happened to Luo Yan himself now, it would be linked to the Dragon family, even if it wasn't directly related.

It wouldn't even require the Padric family to retaliate; as long as there was any evidence linking it — say, someone's soul filing a complaint upon returning to the Rebirth Pool — countless others would move in.

Extraordinary Power is useful, but it can't be wielded recklessly.

"...I'm merely making a suggestion, no other intention. You can't just wait until he and Miss Padric have children and then take it seriously with him, can you?"

Defending himself with a statement, Grock swallowed a bit of saliva again, struggling to continue speaking.

"Also, he's not afraid to harm me, wouldn't even flinch."

"That's why Mr. Zakro sent me here," Night Song poured himself some tea before continuing smoothly, "If you're willing to cooperate with us, I can ensure you won't die."

"Aren't we collaborating right now?" Grock couldn't help but say, "I've done so much for you, including bribing their engineers, tampering with raw materials, inciting the dissatisfaction of Hell Dwarves craftsmen, and even raising the price of beer, but it's useless — what else can I do... Of course, I'm not complaining, it's just... I feel this little harassment barely bothers him, yet I shoulder the risk of losing my head."

The Lord of Black Wind Castle doesn't care in the slightest.

Despite facing numerous troubles, the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory still met the hearing requirements, and new equipment will soon go into production.

The railway to Grey Stone Ridge Mine is likewise; the Trade Union's tricks merely torment Black Wind Castle's residents, and goblins happen to endure torment the best, if he were the Lord, he similarly wouldn't care about those people's lives, just keep them under control.

If that were all, it wouldn't matter, but the problem now is that, due to the Trade Union's series of actions, Black Wind Castle's domestic conflicts are gradually transferred onto them.

Months ago, the new Lord wanted to seize their assets; he had to consider his reputation and the impact on existing order in Black Wind Castle.

But as of now, if he wanted to do so he wouldn't even need to lift a finger; just one word and his lackeys could handle it neatly, using their assets to establish a new order.

This is precisely why Grock was filled with fear.

Had he not been reluctant to abandon his investments in Black Wind Castle or lacked the Dragon family's backing, he might have already fled to develop elsewhere.

Night Song obviously knew his current situation, thus he had no intention of discussing it with him.

"The harassment only seems trivial because you haven't shown your real skill yet; think more carefully."

Grock nervously said.

"What else can I possibly think of... I can't exactly just blow up the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory, can I?"

Night Song halted his motion of sipping tea and fixed Grock with an intrigued look.

"I didn't say that, but if it indeed happens, the Dragon family would be delighted."

Grock stared at him in horror, lips trembling as he spoke.

"...Are you serious? Blow that thing up?! Even nine lives wouldn't be enough for me..."

"Which is why you need to do it more cleverly," Night Song stood from the sofa, smiling as he walked over to Grock, lightly patting his shoulder, "What you did before was good, just not quite good enough."

"You can't just tamper with raw materials; you need to do it with daily essentials, contaminate their drinking water, slip slow-acting toxic Magic Potions into their food, make their servants feel pain and fear. You can't just hike beer prices; you need to create shortages of goods in Black Wind Castle, cause prices to skyrocket. You can't just bribe their engineers; you also need to bribe their craftsmen and laborers, spread panic among them, directing their blame towards their Demon King, towards the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory."

"Tell them their Lord is developing extremely dangerous weapons for the War Department, more powerful than the Magic Crystal Cannon, and that these are the real culprits behind their suffering."

"Finally, you need to arm them, give them Magic Stone Guns and Firearms, incite them to seize the arsenal."

"What you're suggesting is rebellion?! Right next to Demon City?!" Grock looked at Night Song as if seeing a madman, speaking in horror, "I think you might as well just kill the Demon King; it might even cause less trouble."

"Rebellion? Who told you to rebel." Night Song laughed faintly, "I merely want you to collaborate with the Trade Union, making life in Black Wind Castle difficult enough so that its Demon God's subjects unite against their Lord, thus giving us an opportunity to question his governance, seize the chance to strip him of his Baron title... Is this hard to understand?"

Grock spoke with a difficult tone.

"I understand, but pulling it off might not be straightforward..."

"If it were simple, why would I need you to do it?" Night Song produced a test tube from his coat, placing it in Grock's trembling hand, "Elder Zakeruo is skilled in Alchemy; this Magic Potion was personally concocted by him, enough to spark a plague in the goblin community of Black Wind Castle."

"Do well, and you won't miss out on rewards."