Chapter 12 XII

"Okay, Viktor, let's go in," Kingsley said with a smile on his face since he now had more hope that he would surely find his family if nothing went wrong.

Hearing him, Viktor immediately closed his mouth and regained his composure as he followed his master into the newly created castle. This was the first time he had ever seen this sort of power and ability, and this came not just from himself as a former goblin but as a Demon Goblin Emperor.

First was his evolution; it was completely unordinary. Evolution was a process that basically every race underwent to gain even more power beyond their race, but whatever it was that his master had fed him was clearly on a whole different level.

Undergoing evolution was usually a thing of life and death; even the most prepared beings could still fail, but yet the object had taken him from a messily goblin to the lofty Demon Goblin Emperor, and then it was the castle that was probably the most magnificent thing he has ever seen. Even the Undead King of the South didn't have a castle this magnificent.

Entering the castle, Viktor couldn't help but follow his master's every footstep since he felt that his presence might stain the beautiful castle. His master, on the other hand, didn't look as though this was special to him. He looked like such a beautiful and powerful man that this was a completely normal thing to him.

The courtyard of the large castle wasn't all that special compared to all the castles he had seen in his past life, but for some reason, he felt it was extraordinary. The main building itself also had a weird aura about it that he just couldn't understand.

After a few seconds of walking down the pathway that led to the main house, his master opened the door as he started walking in a certain direction. Viktor saw no use in questioning anything as he simply followed after him, and soon they arrived at a location that held a long and magnificently designed table at the center with several equally well designed chairs surrounding it.

Kingsley, unlike what Viktor had thought, was just as surprised, but unlike Viktor, he had at least seen pictures of grand castles like this that were available to the rich, so he could manage his shock better, and beside, he was hungry. At the moment, he didn't exactly have the time to think about how beautiful the castle was. Just as long as it could protect him as he slept, he didn't care much.

"Sit. I want you to tell me everything—the threats around the area; how big is the goblin tribe you were formerly part of and where is it?" Kingsley asked as he conjured up some food for it.

He wanted to know everything that was a threat to his life at the moment, and Viktor was his best access to the knowledge. He hoped that evolution hadn't messed with the former goblin's memories.

"Yes, my Lord," Viktor replied, as he immediately started unloading all that he once knew.

"Blah. This tastes bland," Kingsley said as he smacked his tongue due to the food that tasted more like sand than food.

He didn't know if this was because he had created it or because he simply didn't remember the taste of the food in question. It didn't matter much to him since the food still helped satisfy his hunger, but he still needed to know why this was so.

"So basically you don't know anything apart from the existence of the undead somewhere in the south," Kingsley asked, summarizing everything Viktor had told him.

The former goblin had no real memories that gave him the impression of the word "threat" other than the undead in the south. The information had only helped him confirm one of the threats in the area; he wasn't so dumb to believe that the undead were the only threats in the area after all, after all, his information was coming from a goblin's memories.

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