"The goblins now have skills beyond just mining; their abilities have grown immensely!"
"Congratulations to them."
"..."
Inside the Advanced Alchemy Workshop, a goblin hurriedly rushed in with a newspaper in hand.
"This is a place for weapon crafting, why rush in so hastily! If you disrupt the weapon forging, I'll beat you." Smell looked at the flustered goblin and instinctively reprimanded.
"Clan Leader, look." The goblin hurriedly presented the newspaper to Smell.
Smell glanced at it casually at first but the next moment froze in place, snatched the newspaper, and carefully read each word of the declaration, his eyes turning red immediately.
"Clan Leader, our Goblin Clan has its own kingdom now!"
"They all acknowledge that we are an independent race now!"
"The Goblin Clan will no longer have slaves in the future!"
"..."
At that moment, the goblin was so excited that he spoke several sentences in succession.
