The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Upon hearing the familiar name, Snick whipped around and chased the goblin and his voice into a dilapidated shack.

The room was dimly lit, with a few greasy candles barely illuminating a corner.

Sniffles lay on a bed made of rotten planks, trembling all over, his lips turning purple, like a tomato about to rot. His mucus... even more spectacular than usual, almost burying his whole face, looking quite miserable.

"Boss, I'm dying..." Sniffles whimpered in a weak voice, his eyes barely open, looking pitifully at Snick.

"Don't die! Hold on for me!" Snick kicked aside whatever was blocking his way, rushed to Sniffles' side, grabbed his collar, and shook him violently. "Aren't you the toughest one? How are you dying?!"

"Boss... my stomach hurts... hic..."

Already unwell, Sniffles nearly fainted from being shaken like that.

He whimpered and a trickle of some unknown liquid dribbled from his mouth, almost spilling onto Snick.

Snick instinctively stepped back, wrinkling his nose as he cursed, "Damn it! Don't puke on me! It's disgusting as hell!"

Sniffles rolled his eyes back, collapsed, and lost consciousness.

Snick, anxious and frustrated, quickly scanned the room, finding Sniffles' condition far worse than any of the other goblins.

The goblins fallen on the streets could at least still groan, but Sniffles' face was darkened, lips purple, almost on the brink of death.

Snick couldn't shake the unsettling feeling, becoming more and more suspicious.

Something wasn't right!

This was too strange!

How were he and his henchmen unaffected, while these guys got sick?

He struggled to remember any differences between himself and these paupers, his eyes landing on the bottles in the corner.

They were beer bottles Sniffles had scavenged, but they didn't hold beer, they held water.

This pathetic guy couldn't even handle alcohol, yet for the sake of appearances, he would collect the leftover beer bottles from the other lackeys, pretending he could squander like Noobla—

"Water..."

Snick's eyes widened, and a strong sense of unease surged through him.

He spun around, dashed out of the shack, grabbed the goblin who had led him there, and anxiously asked.

"Water! Did they all drink the water?!"

"Water? Ah... yes..." The goblin, startled by his sudden outburst, nodded hesitantly, "I haven't had water these past two days... but Sniffles can't drink alcohol, so it's likely he did..."

"Where are they drinking from?!" Snick continued questioning.

"From the community pump, I guess," the goblin said, unsure if it was convincing, adding in a low voice, "Boss, ever since Sniffles started following you, he hasn't been poor. He removed the rain barrel from his rooftop long ago... I don't think he'd drink from others, that small amount of money isn't much for him."

In the Underworld, there is rainwater, which mainly seeps in from the high dome, said to be no different from outside rain, just a bit salty.

Some goblins, to save money, collect rainwater on their rooftops, using all sorts of tools.

But this guy Sniffles, because of his association, had a more bulging purse than other goblins, naturally wouldn't drink such "inferior water."

Snick's mind exploded with realization, instantly understanding why Sniffles' condition was far worse than others.

This wasn't any plague—

Someone had poisoned the water supply of Black Wind Castle!

"Damn it... those bastards!" Snick cursed through gritted teeth, his fists clenched so tight they cracked.

Who had the audacity to pull such a sinister act in the Demon King's territory?!

No need to guess—

Just over a month ago, he had been keeping an eye on those sneaky guys, it was undoubtedly them!

If it weren't for the merciful Demon King restraining him, he would have long rounded up those despicable dogs, nipping it in the bud—

At that moment, a chill suddenly crawled up his spine.

Wait—

The Demon King... seemed to have known all along?

Even without needing the Demon King, even he, a small fry, had noticed something was amiss, a group of malicious individuals plotting under his watch.

And now, they finally made their move.

Snick stood frozen, his lips trembling, a bone-chilling cold creeping through his entire body.

His face first turned pale, then green, until he fully processed the fear, and his complexion regained its color.

In that moment, he finally understood the true task entrusted to him by the Demon King.

The Magic Crystal Cannon Factory wasn't that important; even if it had to be demolished and rebuilt, it wouldn't cost much more, and it wouldn't take much.

The goblins of Black Wind Castle were the same. These things were plentiful in Hell as well.

The Dragon family wanted to create chaos in Black Wind Castle to find an excuse to continue criticizing the Demon King, an excuse that didn't even need to be crafted too well, even tenuous would suffice, just like the disasters they fabricated on the front lines.

For the Demon King, responding to each challenge wasn't worthwhile. It was far more efficient to pour a bucket of kerosene over the opponent as they tried to start a fire!

From the very beginning, Black Wind Castle was a trap.