The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 781 - 254: King of the Night

From the streets to the factories, and even the alleys of the slums, all of the goblins were organized.

There wasn't a single spy from the Lord's Mansion here in the true sense, yet the Lord's Mansion's spies were everywhere.

It's not difficult to sneak in here unnoticed, but to blend in requires giving up all pride and becoming a sociable mouse; otherwise, great strength will only expose oneself faster.

Zakro naturally disdains doing such a thing, because even if ordinary demons find him suspicious, they wouldn't seek trouble with him... after all, the sneaky crowd is countless in the diverse Hell.

However, this is Black Wind Castle.

A pair of eyes quietly watched him, then retreated into the shadows as if nothing had happened...

...

Meanwhile, in the center of the goblin community, an overturned carriage lay on its side at the street corner, with a crooked wooden sign hung atop it, bearing several rough words—Black Wind Castle Community Committee.

To be honest, the name is too long and quite a tongue twister to pronounce.

Snick had been pondering over changing it to something more mighty and domineering, and coincidentally, his subordinates suggested that, since his carriage was black, why not change the name to "Black Association"? It ties nicely with the name Black Wind Castle.

Snick thought it made sense, so he shamelessly went to consult with the revered Lord. However, as soon as he proposed the idea, he was thrown out by the Lord. So the matter had to be dropped.

Community committee is community committee then.

After all, it's just a name, like that shabby carriage, its unremarkable appearance doesn't hinder its badassery.

Another pleasant day passed.

As the night grew later, Snick leisurely sat on a broken wooden box inside the carriage, puffing on a cigar he swiped from the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce, flipping through the ledger in hand, humming a carefree tune, pondering which tavern to hang out at later.

Just then, a sweat-drenched goblin burst in, frantically shouting.

"Director! Trouble's brewing!"

Snick lazily lifted his eyelids and exhaled a smoke ring.

"You little punks, always hollering about trouble all day long, when it's not a dead rat to amuse grandpa, it's you brawling yourselves senseless... Well, what's up this time?"

The goblin trembled and said.

"There's a strange figure in a black robe! He certainly looks like no good!"

Snick snorted derisively.

"Ha, plenty of strange figures in Black Wind Castle, last night a drunken Hell Dwarf ended up at the wrong door, and that's just it? You guys can just chase him out."

His little follower shook his head like a rattle-drum, nervously continuing.

"But this—this time it's different! That guy seems to be... a Horror Demon!"

Horror Demon?!

Crash—!

The cigar in Snick's hand fell to the ground, the deliberately extended ash crumbled everywhere.

The air instantly turned silent.

The goblins squatting beside the carriage exchanged glances, while Snick's expression was surprised, then gradually sharp.

A Horror Demon?

In Black Wind Castle?

He squinted, a cold smile playing at his lips: "Oh ho, this gets interesting."

He clapped the ledger in hand, stood up, and waved his claw: "Alright, stop gawking, quickly contact the Lord's Mansion! Tell that esteemed lord, a distinguished guest has come to Black Wind Castle."

"Yes!"

A few goblins immediately zipped out, quicker than thieves, disappearing into the streets of Black Wind Castle.

Snick sat back down, picked up the cigar from the ground, dusted off the dirt, slowly lit it, leaned back in the creaking chair, and muttered to himself with a sly grin.

"Hehe, time for some fun."

...

Meanwhile, in the Lord's Mansion of Black Wind Castle.

Luo Yan had just finished perusing a report on the factory's expansion, when a milky white shadow suddenly appeared on the window glass.

Looking at the busy Lord Demon King at the desk, Youyou's voice carried a trace of undisguised excitement—

"Lord Demon King! It's Elder Zakro! That Purple Crystal Level BOSS has sneaked in!"

Startled by the sudden voice, Luo Yan almost kicked the teleportation array switch under the desk, nearly sending himself back to his old home in Thunder County.

"Sneaked in? Where?"

"No, no! He's still wandering around the streets of Black Wind Castle, hasn't come in yet!"

"..."

Luo Yan rolled his eyes to the side, waving his magic wand to let the feather pen on the desk fly again.

"Next time, try to finish a sentence."

"… I wanted to finish it, but you didn't give me a chance," Youyou pouted in grievance, floating from the window to beside Luo Yan, soon regaining its spirit, eagerly saying, "Lord Demon King, please give the order!"

Recently, Luo Yan had come to realize why this fellow always seemed eager for chaos.

It seems the world being too peaceful is indeed unhelpful for entrepreneurship.

On the contrary, every time he and the Dragon family clashed, the aftermath made those goblins howl, yet the Power of Faith surged, even climbing from seven figures to eight!

That's contributed not only by the lower-level demons but also quite a lot by those high-level demons in Demon City—

Every time those Grandmasters to Demigod Level old guys were amazed, the contribution of the Power of Faith was enough to astonish a Hell Dwarf with strength no more than Fine Steel Level for a whole year!