"..."
One goblin after another spoke, their expressions changing from distress to firmness.
It wasn't that they hadn't thought of rising up, but the world was just too harsh for them, they barely had enough to survive, let alone think of anything else.
But now things were different.
They had arrived at Hope Village and personally experienced things that told them they had temporarily escaped their fate, and that fate could now be controlled by their own hands.
After experiencing this feeling, how could they accept going back to a past where they had nothing?
If they couldn't accept it, there was only one thing to do: use Hope Village as a platform to zealously gather more of their clan members and utterly change their destiny.
Seeing the goblins speak, a surge of pride rose in the hearts of Mills and Smell.
"Good, let's work hard together!" Mills declared resoundingly.
"Right!" the goblins nodded in unison.
