Black Wind Castle, this land was once desolate and barren.

Though close to Demon City, this Baron Territory had not shared in the slightest of Demon City's prosperity, only sparsely scattered ranches and a few villages struggling desperately in the wasteland.

However, not long ago, a decisive battle that shook the entire Demon City changed everything—the Demon King of Thunder County and the Dragon family's struggle erupted here, and the towering castle became the focal point and the stakes of the conflict.

This earth-shattering battle ended in victory for the Demon King.

Under the relentless bombardment of the Magic Crystal Cannon, the Dragon family's castle collapsed with a roar, turning into a sight of desolation, leaving only broken bricks and ruins.

Yet at that time, people did not imagine that this land not only did not decline due to the castle's collapse, but instead used it as nutrient to cultivate new hope.

With the passage of time, the castle ruins have disappeared, replaced by a fertile land, with orders flowing ceaselessly from the front line, stimulating the prosperity of the local economy.

The Demon King, after earning substantial profits, did not take them away but left them locally, enhancing the city's infrastructure and supporting production facilities.

Not far from Black Wind Valley, on the wilderness, a gigantic factory stands tall, the empty ground echoing with the clang of hammers striking steel, intertwined with the low hum of burning furnaces, forming an industrial symphony.

Although the Magic Crystal Cannon Factory remains the economic pillar of this area, under the Demon King Luo Yan's continuous investment and the Padric Family's support, Black Wind Castle's industry has gradually diversified, no longer limited to military manufacturing, and also producing abundant consumer goods.

Today, workshops are lined up on this land, streets filled with bustling figures. Besides the massive central factory, there are also workshops finely crafting Magic Devices, alchemy laboratories, and handcraft shops making intricate clocks and magical jewelry.

At the marketplace, vendors throng, their cries rising and falling... But the busiest are the goblin craftsmen coming from all directions.

Their skills grow more refined, using their nimble hands and relentless diligence to propel Black Wind Castle to higher levels of development.

In a workshop at a street corner, a group of short-statured but nimble goblin craftsmen gather around a forge, methodically pouring ore into the furnace, then manipulating magical machinery, pouring molten metal into molds. In the distance at the Magic Crystal Cannon assembly plant, more goblins are assembling and adjusting under the technicians' command, finally directing magical golems to push the finished products into the warehouse.

Everyone is immersed in the excitement of this industrial wave, and they are putting in all their effort.

But the local prosperity does not only exist in factories and markets; Black Wind Castle's taverns are equally bustling.

Goblin and Hell Dwarves sit around rough wooden tables, gulping strong drink, boasting about their craftsmanship and brave stories. Little demons weave through the crowd, some providing beverages, some directly joining in the noisy atmosphere, slapping tables and laughing.

The air is filled with the spicy scent of alcohol and the aroma of fried meat and stews, soaking everyone in excitement and satisfaction.

However, not everyone can taste happiness and satisfaction from the bubbling beer...

In a secret club, a well-dressed goblin sits in the corner, gazing warily at the man sitting opposite him.

His fingers rhythmically tap the tabletop, a smile on his face, but his brows cannot hide the anxiety.

"...Mr. Night Song, you should understand, I am not a coward, and I have nothing to fear. Lord Demon King is my leader, our interests have always aligned."

The man opposite him smiles faintly, draped in a dark long robe, his hood covering most of his face, only a pair of deep eyes faintly glimmering under the dim light.

He is a gargoyle servant of the Dragon family, also a messenger walking in darkness.

His name is Night Song.

"Of course, Mr. Groot Juchi." Night Song's voice is low, tinged with hoarseness, "But the news of the Demon King's return has indeed unnerved many wise people, hasn't it?"

Groot Juchi frowned, silent.

He is an important figure in the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce, overseeing dozens of workshops and numerous laborers; now the demand for Magic Crystal Cannons has brought him overflowing profits. But the Demon King's sudden return has subtly made him feel a threat.

His unease stems not only from the shifts in political order but also from a bizarre rumor spreading among goblin laborers—allegedly, the goblins living in the Demon King's core territory, the Great Graveyard, are living luxurious lives, bathing in beer, doing butterfly strokes in barns, claiming to be 'mightily strong Noobla.'

Groot knows it's pure nonsense because bathing in beer doesn't clean at all; he's tried it in his own bathtub. Yet those foolish laborers believe it, starting to dream of better treatment, some even daring to demand raises or improvements to workshop living conditions... These annoying matters add to his frustration.

He certainly doesn't think the Demon King would change Black Wind Castle's order for these low-level goblin workers, as exploiting them is a matter of course, the norm for surviving on this land.

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