At this moment, at the limestone mine.
A group of goblins were mining with all their might, afraid to fall behind the others.
In just a short while, as soon as one new tunnel was finished, they moved on to the next.
But just as they arrived at the next spot, a shout rang out.
"Break time!"
With this one sentence, the goblins immediately rushed out of the mine and gathered under a makeshift shelter.
The shelter was actually an open-air kitchen, and right now several pots of noodles were steaming hot.
The goblins lined up in an orderly queue, bowls in hand, waiting for their turn to be served.
A big chopstick-full of noodles, topped with rich broth and garnished with minced meat and vegetables—this was a top-class delicacy in the eyes of the goblins.
Many of the goblins had never dreamed they would taste such delicious food in their life.
But, for the past several days, this was what they'd been eating every day.
