"Is there anything you're not used to about your accommodation?"

As Yinla asked the goblin this, he continued to endure the stench that permeated the surrounding air, a stench unique to the settlement... because he knew it was an unavoidable odor, so he could barely bear it.

After all, the little monsters have neither the opportunity nor the time to take a bath.

Yinla looked at the twelve little goblins peeking out of the house, and seeing their bewildered expressions, said apologetically, "I specifically chose your day off. Did I disturb your rest?"

The little goblin looked rather flustered, unsure whether he should invite Yinla to stay in their house, and could only reply, "Goblin... no, no, no."

Does that mean I didn't disturb their rest?

As Yinla thought this, he examined the row of cement houses, looked at the cotton blankets laid on the cement floors inside the rooms, looked up, and confirmed that every room on the three floors had the same cotton blankets.

Of course, beds are also essential.

Has your life gotten better lately?

As Yinla asked this question, he inexplicably felt like he was some kind of village chief, and he couldn't help but laugh at his own illusion... Maybe things have gotten better?

But ultimately it depends on the goblins' own ideas.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock~"

Upon hearing Yinla's words, tears immediately streamed down the face of one goblin, and then... almost all the goblins began to cry, making the scene somewhat comical.

Yinla didn't think the little goblins were crying because they had been wronged. He smiled calmly and said, "It seems you are living a very happy life now..."

And that is indeed the case; their current life is something the goblins could never have imagined before.

"The house is spacious, the food ration has increased, and there's more..."

A goblin sobbed as it spoke, "The house is made of stone now, it's airtight and leak-proof, and we won't be crammed together anymore... Thank you so much..."

Since goblins have never heard of cement, they think this is a stone house... which isn't too far off.

"..."

To be honest, Yinla isn't very good at handling the current situation. He'd rather accept some awkward flattery than be in this situation where everyone is crying and thanking him.

Even when faced with the thought, "Lord Yinla is invincible!", he didn't want to witness these heartfelt tears...

"Well, in short, life feels better, right?"

Yinla summarized it this way. His calm and composed demeanor also infected the goblins, causing the surrounding goblins to gradually calm down as well... How should I describe it?

This is a kind of composure under pressure, demonstrating great courage.

That young yet resolute face was filled with composure and tranquility, just like the miracles he had accomplished—commonplace and ordinary, as if…

It was as if those precious things called "houses" were something they were entitled to have, just as if the respect they received was something less precious, less isolated and independent.

Ira is out of place in this world, but... no one, whether goblin, lesser demon, or anyone in the Demon King's territory, would mind this incompatibility.

The only place that wouldn't tolerate him is that strange empire... at least that's what the monsters think.

"Do you have any further requests?"

As Yinla spoke, he still held the parchment. Almost every time a little monster saw Yinla, he was constantly making notes... making people curious about just how much was written on the parchment in his hand.

"You don't need to feel shy, don't be embarrassed to express your ideas."

As he said this, Yinla pinched the middle of the quill pen, letting the stored ink flow forward. He said, "Even if you think the food is monotonous, there's not enough meat, or the work is too tiring, you can say so... It doesn't mean you have a lot of opinions or want to slack off."

"In fact, it is just like a curved shaft... just like a gob plow."

Using an example, under the thoughtful gaze of the goblins, Yinla simply said, "Your desires and demands can tell me what the Demon King's territory needs most right now. This is the simplest way to see the clues."

In fact, this sounds nice, because in reality... technological progress depends on the laziness of intelligent life, which is something history has witnessed, but there's no need to explain this to the goblins.

"Yes, Lady Yinla..."

One of the goblins said, trying to point out the troublesome aspects of the job, “I think the road to fetch water is too far, and we can only carry a small amount of water at a time.”

Ah, Illa noticed that before.

“I’m already trying to figure out how to deal with this. The mana stored in your bodies has been wasted, which is such a waste… Just wait patiently.”

As Yinla spoke, he looked encouragingly at the goblin who had asked the first question, knowing it was a good start. He then looked at the other goblins and asked, "So, is there anything else?"

The goblins looked at each other in bewilderment. With their limited minds, they couldn't think of anything that needed improvement. After all, their current life was already a dream within a dream.

"Yes, I know about force!"

A goblin stood proudly with his hands on his hips, saying to Yinra, "I think we're producing too little food right now. Actually, each of us could cultivate a much larger plot of land!"

This opinion of the goblin was echoed by many other goblins.

"That's right! Gob Gob!"

"Food and drink! I think so too."

"An old acquaintance!"

"Savior!"

"..."

Yinla could only shake his head helplessly. He would never let the goblins plant more land... To be fair, no one in the Demon King's territory was starving now.

No one in any territory is starving... This is a miracle that should only exist in fantasy in this world.

The Demon King's territory, however, accomplished a miracle some time ago.

"Then I guess everything's alright..."

As Yinla said this, he stood up to leave, then remembered something and said, "Oh right, I'll build a big bathhouse later... and force you to go there at least once a week."

"..."

Goblins: Holy crap!? No!

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The nobles of this world don't dislike bathing like those in the ancient West. The theory of fluid balance is also refuted by the perceptions brought by Mana... However, just because humans like to bathe doesn't mean other races do.

For example, hairy orcs, or some monsters.