"Goblins now aren't just about mining—our abilities go far beyond that!"
"Congratulations to them."
"..."
Inside the Advanced Alchemy Workshop, a goblin rushed in, clutching a newspaper.
"This is a place for making weapons! Why are you running around in a panic? If you mess up the weapon forging, I'll smack you." Smell glared at the frantic goblin, instinctively scolding him.
"Clan Leader, look." The goblin hurriedly handed the newspaper to Smell.
Smell barely glanced at it, but in the next moment, he froze, snatched the newspaper from the other's hand, and began to carefully read every single word of the proclamation, his eyes instantly reddening.
"Clan Leader, our Goblin Clan—finally has its own kingdom!"
"They all acknowledge us as an independent race!"
"From now on, the Goblin Clan will never be slaves again!"
"..."
At that moment, the goblin could not stop himself from sputtering out sentence after sentence, overcome with excitement.
