After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 226 - 102: Going to the Grassroots is Really Useful

Chapter 226: Chapter 102: Going to the Grassroots is Really Useful

"Were you able to get used to the place where you’re living?"

Yila asked the goblins. He continued to endure the unique stench that permeated the air around the settlement... knowing full well it was an unavoidable odor, he could barely tolerate it.

After all, the little creatures didn’t have the opportunity or time to bathe.

Yila looked at the twelve little goblins poking their heads out of the house, and apologetically remarked, "I purposely chose your day off. Did I disturb your rest?"

A little goblin appeared flustered. Uncertain whether to invite Yila inside, it could only respond, "Gob... No, no, you didn’t disturb us."

*Does it mean I didn’t disturb their rest?*

Yila pondered this as he scrutinized the row of concrete houses, glanced at the cotton blankets laid on the cement floor inside, and looked up to confirm that each room on the three floors had identical blankets.

Of course, there was also bedding.

"Has life gotten better recently?"

Yila asked, feeling inexplicably like some kind of village chief. He couldn’t help but laugh at this illusion... perhaps it had gotten better?

But ultimately, the goblins’ thoughts mattered most.

"Tick-tick~"

In response to Yila’s words, a goblin’s tears flowed down instantly, and then... almost all the goblins started crying, making the scene somewhat comical.

Yila didn’t think the little goblins were crying because they felt wronged. Smiling calmly, he said, "It looks like you’re very happy now..."

Indeed, their current life was something the goblins once couldn’t imagine, no matter how hard they tried.

"The house is spacious, the food rations have increased, and..."

One goblin sobbed while saying, "The house is made of stone, it’s windproof and watertight, and we no longer have to cram together... We’re truly grateful..."

The goblins, unaware of what concrete was, mistook it for stone... not that there was much difference.

"..."

*Honestly, Yila wasn’t very skilled at handling situations like this. He’d rather face awkward compliments than heartfelt gratitude accompanied by tears.*

*Even if confronted with statements such as "Lord Yila is invincible in the world!" he’d prefer it over genuine tears and expressions of thanks.*

"Well, in short, it seems life has improved, right?"

Yila summarized, his calm demeanor influencing the goblins as well, causing them to gradually settle down... how to describe it?

*It was a display of powerful composure in the face of change.*

On that young yet resolute face, there was an expression of serenity and simplicity, as if the miracles he accomplished were ordinary feats...

As if those precious things called "houses" were just items they inherently deserved to own, and the respect they received wasn’t that unique or isolated.

Yila was out of harmony with this world, but... whether it was goblins or little demons, or anyone in the Demon King Territory, none minded his discordance.

The only place he couldn’t fit in would be that peculiar empire... at least, that’s what the creatures believed.

"So, do you have any further requests?"

Yila asked, still holding the parchment that he was continuously recording notes on whenever any little creature saw him... raising curiosity about just how much information he had documented on that parchment.

"You don’t need to feel shy or hesitate to express your thoughts."

Yila said, squeezing the middle of the feather pen to let the stored ink flow forward. He added, "Even if you find the food monotonous, think there’s not enough meat, or feel the work is too tiring, you can speak up... it doesn’t mean you’re being demanding or trying to slack off."

"In fact, just like the goblin plow..."

Yila raised an example, speaking simply under the thoughtful gaze of the goblins, "Your desires and requests can inform me of what the Demon King Territory needs most. This is the simplest way to discern clues."

In reality, this was a nice way of putting it, because... technological advancements were often driven by the laziness of intelligent beings, as history has shown. But there was no need to explain this to the goblins.

"Well, Lord Yila..."

One goblin said, attempting to voice a work-related issue, "I think the road to fetch water is too far, and we can’t carry much water at once."

Ah, Yila had previously noticed this.

"I’m already working on resolving that. The Mana stored in your bodies has never been utilized, which is a waste... just be patient and wait."

Yila said this, encouraging the goblin who first raised the issue, knowing it was a good start. He looked at the other goblins, asking, "So, are there any other concerns?"

The goblins looked at each other, but with their limited brains, they couldn’t think of any further needs for improvement. After all, their current life... was already a dream within a dream.

"Well, I know!"

A goblin proudly placed its hands on its hips, and declared to Yila, "I think the food we produce is too little, and actually each of us can cultivate a larger piece of land!"

The goblin’s opinion received much support from the others.

"Exactly! Gob-gob!"

"Me too! I think the same."

"Indeed!"

"Of course!"

"..."

Yila could only shake his head helplessly. He definitely wouldn’t allow the goblins to farm more land... truth be told, no one in the Demon King Territory was starving now.

A territory where no one starves... was something that should only exist in fantasy.

Recently, the Demon King Territory had made that miracle a reality.

"Then, there’s probably nothing else..."

Yila said, standing up to leave, but then thought of something, "Oh, I’ll build a large bathhouse soon... you’ll all be required to soak in it at least once a week."

"..."

Goblins: What the...? No way!!!

...

The nobles of this world weren’t like the ultra-ancient Western ones who disliked bathing. The body fluid balance theory fell apart with the perception brought by Mana... though humans liked bathing, it didn’t mean other races did.

For instance, creatures with fur like the Beastmen, or some demons.