Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

These servants would often contact each other with their old friends and colleagues in the Demon King's Castle, and would talk to each other about many private matters of the big monsters.

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Therefore, we in the Demon King's City generally know about the movements and secrets of these big monsters, and this group of servants are the first to know a lot of confidential information.

And their speed of transmission is often faster than the messengers of the big monsters."

"..." Ains couldn't help but tremble in his heart, thinking back to Bolu and Polly beside him, they should also be considered part of the servant information network...

So, he asked tentatively: "Speaking of which...my private information..."

"Ah, Mr. Irons can rest assured about this. Polupoli and the others still know which news should be told and which news should not be told."

When Irons heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Oh~ That's good, my private life should not have been spread to other people, right?"

In response, Finia remained serious and fell silent: "..."

This silence made Irons' expression stiffen and he couldn't help but ask: "...My private life should be kept secret, right?"

"Mr. Irons, some harmless gossip is also a rare form of entertainment among these servants. Don't worry, I've paid attention to it. They basically talk about some insignificant topics."

"Suck……"

You are also part of the gossip army, right? No, not part of it, you are the gossip leader! No wonder you know so many private information of the big monsters!

"So-called, insignificant things...what are they..."

"Hmm..." Finia's cheeks turned slightly red with a calm expression. She coughed lightly and said, "Don't worry, Lord Ains, it's really harmless."

"Look at your expression. Do you think I would believe it?"

"I can't see my own expression, Master Irons."

Seeing that Finia was not moved, Irons showed a trace of fatigue helplessly. Seeing this, Finia opened her mouth to comfort him: "Lord Irons, although the things these servants talked about are a bit... indecent.

But basically the consensus among the servants is that Mr. Irons is a good person and all the servants like you very much. There is no one who speaks bad about you behind your back. "

Looking at Finia's serious expression, Irons finally chuckled and decided to let the matter go.

"What are you two whispering about? Tell me."

Batum, who had been left out for a long time, couldn't help but join in the conversation.

Of course, he couldn’t be brought up on such a private topic, so Irons changed the subject and asked about other things: “Ah~ nothing, just some trivial matters.

By the way, Brother Batum, you seem to have a big prejudice against gang members? When you were fighting with the Minotaur from the Iron Stone Gang, you cursed them so vividly~"

When this was mentioned, Batum's expression suddenly became distressed.

"Speaking of this, I have a headache..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Batum sighed helplessly and said, "I don't have any prejudice against those big and well-known gangs. Some of the more disciplined big gangs strictly prohibit fighting among members, and all their subordinates are well-behaved.

I have seen the leaders of those big gangs. Their aura is different from that of other demons. Big demons like them rely on their brains instead of fighting to get things done.

However, for ordinary monsters like us in the outer city, we can only encounter small gangs that don't use their brains and only know how to fight for territory. Those are the gang members I hate the most...

What gives me a headache is my eldest son. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he wants to join a gang and says he wants to make a name for himself.

Tsk, if he could join one of those larger gangs with strict rules, I would feel more at ease, but he chose to join an unknown small gang.

I even went to take a look. The gang leader didn't have much ability except for his eloquence. My son was simply fooled by that gang leader.

It's just a bunch of bastards who got together to form a gang. All they do all day is fight and quarrel and try to occupy territory.

They are just like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, rushing around recklessly. I can guarantee that if they mess with a real big gang one day, none of them will survive!

No matter how I tried to persuade him, he just didn't believe me. He said that I was too old and didn't understand the drive of young people. I got so angry that I slapped him in the face and beat him up!

I thought this kid would behave himself, but he still didn't remember the punishment and wanted to hang out with the gangs... Damn it, I'm confining him to his house now!"

Looking at Batum's indignant expression, Irons shook his head helplessly. Every family has its own problems.

"In this case, it would be better to let him do some more serious work so that he can concentrate on his studies."

Batum naturally agreed 100% with Irons' proposal. He nodded quickly and said, "My wife and I both think so! Wasn't there a sign apprentice at the Demon King's Castle before?

I took my eldest son to sign up, but he was not accepted. The ogre in charge of registration said that they were recruiting apprentices, and monsters with handicraft experience would be given priority.

My oldest son usually just hangs out with those gangsters. He has absolutely no experience in handicrafts.

So during this time when I confined him to his home, I let him learn how to make clothes from his mother, so that when we recruit apprentices next time, at least he will have some advantages. "

“Making clothes? Hahaha~”

After hearing Batum's story, Irons couldn't help but chuckle. However, it was not a mockery. On the contrary, Irons quite approved of Batum's approach.

He was certain that Batum, the old troll farmer, had a vision that most of the residents of the Demon King's City lacked.

"With a reliable father like you around, your son will definitely walk the right path in the future."

"I hope so... Tsk, I'm just envious now. My neighbor's daughter, Jessie, was recruited as an apprentice. It seems that she was appreciated by the Demon King because of her good performance.

Since then, life has been good. He made more money than I ever made from farming. He also gave us some very nice floral fabrics, cotton ones! They were very soft to the touch!

I heard that the whole family is planning to move to the inner city recently, which would be considered a real breakthrough!

Tsk, look at the silly son at home who can’t even learn to make clothes from his mother… How come the gap between these demons is so big! ? "

Chapter 147

Batum's past

After listening to Batum's envy and a hint of regret, Irons sneered and comforted him: "Alas, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. There is no need to envy other families. It is reassuring that your own children can walk on the right path. You don't have anything to worry about anymore."

"I hope..."

Batum shrugged helplessly. Although he certainly understood this principle, anyone would feel unbalanced when seeing his neighbor suddenly take off like that.

When I go back today, I must teach that stupid son a lesson!

"By the way, Brother Batum, how many children do you have?"

"Three. The eldest son was born early and is now an adult. The remaining two twin brothers and sisters are still little kids. They are too noisy when asked to do work..."

"Not bad, the population is thriving."

"It's prosperous, but it's also really noisy. These three little brats are more annoying than each other. But... well, they still have to be raised well. Like you said, at least they have to walk on the right path."

Ains also smiled and nodded. To some extent, the concepts of many demons are actually no different from those of normal humans.

Thinking of this, Irons recalled the group of troll refugees who came from Troll Ridge like Batum. He didn't know how those trolls were doing now.

With my help, the last few dozen miles should not be a difficult task for the group of trolls who have been trekking for a long time. They should have arrived at the Demon King's City by now.

Irons is still deeply impressed by the remembrance of the dead and attachment to his homeland shown by the troll refugees at that time.

Thinking of this, Irons asked Batum, "Brother Batum, I remember you said before that you came from Troll Ridge?"

Hearing the name Troll Ridge, Batum frowned immediately. He muttered with a complicated look in his eyes: "Yeah... that damn place, luckily I escaped from it that year..."

"I talked to some troll refugees before. They all said that the cruelty of the troll king forced them to embark on an expedition to immigrate to the Demon King's City... Brother Batum, is that why you fled to the Demon King's City?"

In response to Irons' question, Batum nodded, but then shook his head and said, "That's not the case... I did leave the Troll Lord's territory because of his brutality.

But... I didn't decide to go to the Demon King's Castle at that time. I actually just took a group of brothers and sisters like me to make a living outside the territory of the Troll Demon Lord...

But... I don't know. Although we will be exploited by that bastard Demon Lord in his territory, we can still find a way to survive.

In the Troll Ridge outside the territory, life and death are really decided by God. In those places, every hill is filled with a group of tribes that are as vicious as vicious dogs.

Moreover, each of those tribes is no different from a wild beast. In their eyes, as long as it is not a troll from the tribe, it can become food that can fill them up!

There is no way to communicate with these mad dog-like trolls. If we don't resist, they will just eat us like meat.

So, I can only fight them with my brothers and sisters, and at the same time try to find a way to move to another place to see if I can find a tribe that can accept us."

"You didn't find it in the end? So you came here?" Irons asked curiously.

In response, Batum shook his head grimly and said, "No, I found one... but... alas, I would rather not have found it at that time.

You know why I didn't like the leader of that little gang my son was in? Because the way he talked was exactly like that bastard I trusted at the time!"

Looking at Batum's obviously burning anger and resentment, even though he didn't explain anything, Irons could feel from his emotions that this was a story called betrayal.

betray……

Irons' expression also darkened. He asked, "Did the tribal leader... deceive you?"

Batum nodded and said, "...well...that bastard vowed to gather the strength of us poor people oppressed by the Troll Lord to destroy that Troll Lord.

He spoke so passionately that I once thought he was a leader worthy of respect, but in fact, it was just a cover.

That bastard doesn't really have the guts to fight against the Troll Lord, but he not only has the guts to trick us trolls into helping him seize territory, but he's very brave!

I didn't trust him at that time. Every time we went to war with other tribes, I was the one who rushed to the front with my brothers! He valued me because of this.

However, when I really got close to him and observed and understood him carefully, I found out that this guy had been lying to us all along!

This guy is essentially no different from the overseer of our slaves! The overseer used the whip to make us work hard, but that guy used his mouth to make us work hard!

Later, I had a falling out with that bastard. On the surface, that bastard pretended to be magnanimous and sent my brother and I out of the tribe. Then, when we weren't paying attention, he turned around and brought other people from the tribe to hunt us down!

I...most of my brothers were killed by that bastard's backstab...I took the remaining brothers, killed those bastards who were chasing us, and fled to the south.

From then on, I was completely certain that there was no way to survive in this hellhole of Troll Ridge. If I wanted to survive, I had to leave Troll Ridge and go to the Demon King's City!"

Listening to Batum's narration, Irons pursed his lips, patted Batum's shoulder, and comforted him: "Brother, I understand how you feel... I have also experienced similar things..."

"Have you ever been cheated by other bastards?"

"……Roughly the same."

Irons shrugged and smiled helplessly. He didn't want to talk to Batum about what happened with Katarina, so he changed the subject and said, "By the way, what was the name of the tribal leader who deceived you, and what happened to him later?"

Batum responded without hesitation: "That bastard's name is Rousseff! As for how that bastard is doing now... I don't know.

When he sent people to hunt me down, I was very angry, but I did not choose to go back and fight that bastard. After all, I had to be responsible for the remaining brothers. I promised to let them live, so I naturally could not take them to die.

Although, among my group of brothers... there are only a few who can walk with me to the Demon King's Castle... As for that bastard...

Maybe he is still deceiving people in Troll Ridge and using them as guns, or maybe he lost his life in the later battles with other tribes...Alas, anyway, I don’t want to think about these old things now..."

As he spoke, Batum shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if all this had become a thing of the past.

But is it really an old story? Irons could clearly hear a lot of details that Batum deliberately concealed in his words.

If he really didn't care, why would he deliberately hide it? If he really didn't care, how could he recall the name of the tribal leader so easily?

Moreover, Irons could feel that the old farmer in front of him still had a fire in his heart, a fire of anger towards those former enemies!

"Brother Batum, have you ever thought about going back to Troll Ridge?"

"Go back? How is that possible? Whoever wants to go back to that damn place can go back! I went through so much trouble to escape from that damn place, not to go back again!"

Batum shook his head in disgust.

Irons tilted his head and asked, "Don't you hate the troll king, don't you hate Rousseff who deceived you? Or, don't you want to go back and see the burial place of your brothers and sisters? Where your parents are?"

"..."

Faced with Irons' questioning, Batum obviously couldn't continue to use the excuse of old times.

He was silent for a long time, then looked towards the direction of Troll Ridge and muttered, "I... want to go back... but, my fellow vampire, tell me, how can I go back..."

Chapter 148

Being in a gang is a joke!

"Barrick, cut carefully for me. I have already drawn the lines for you. If you make a mistake again and waste the material, you won't be able to eat tonight!"

Aunt Troll Dolly sat beside her son, fiddling with needlework and reminding her son.

Barrick, who was taller than his mother, nodded silently and carefully cut the fabric according to the lines drawn by his mother Dolly.

Even though his young brother and sister were hanging on his broad shoulders and playing, it did not affect his concentration on cutting the cloth.

Looking at her son's serious and careful look, Dolly rarely smiled and was very pleased with her son's recent changes.