Monster Lord: The Goblin Offers the Saintess to Me at the Start

Several adventuring parties were chatting enthusiastically.

"The reward is high, but don't forget — whatever monster is in this territory must be either overwhelmingly powerful or cunningly intelligent, capable of wiping out an entire Bronze Tier 8 squad, even the priests couldn't escape. The Guild wouldn't make a losing deal, they're probably setting a trap for us to fall into."

"Should we still take it?"

"Take it! But don't think about going solo — either hand it over to a Silver Tier team, or we form a coalition of our teams to share the risks..."

Several adventuring parties reached a consensus after discussion: the reward for this quest is tempting, but the risks are certainly significant!

Would the Guild ever make a losing deal?

They must approach this cautiously.

Rather than taking the risk alone, it's better to team up with multiple squads to share the risks and avoid getting caught in the Guild's "traps."

Sivis listened to this with a mix of frustration and despair — he had hoped that no overly strong teams would come, but now Bronze Tier squads were forming a group to "bring warmth." making things difficult for him.

He observed that no Silver Tier teams were interested in the quest yet, but even a coalition of Bronze Tier squads would be enough to give his territory a tough time.

Reluctantly, after a busy day, he had to keep working: spending gold to buy a batch of meat and magic-infused obsidian, then using soul points to exchange for potential-boosting items for the Goblin and Stone Demon clans. He then posted a task on the Adventurer's Guild to hire people to transport the supplies to the residences outside his territory.

Sivis had anticipated that he might need to send resources back to the territory in advance, in case he couldn't return himself.

He informed the Goblin leader to frequently check if the supplies had arrived at the residences.

"The Goblins and Stone Demons should be able to undergo potential enhancement before any adventuring parties accept the task."

Sivis was currently holding a cup of tea, observing the task board related to his territory. A group of adventurers were showing interest in the task but were still in the discussion phase.

"The Goblins and Stone Demons can't directly break through to Bronze Tier 10, but they can still boost their combat capabilities before the adventurers arrive."

He sighed, frowning deeply — even after the supplies arrived, the growth of the territory's monsters would still take time, and he couldn't return to defend the territory right now.

What if the adventuring parties that come are too strong?

After much deliberation, Sivis could only resort to a brute-force method: staying at the Adventurer's Guild to closely monitor which teams accepted the extermination task and alert the territory's monsters to prepare in advance.

If they encountered an enemy they couldn't resist, he would have to resort to his old trick — disguising himself as a mage and infiltrating the adventuring party as a mole.

"Don't panic, my strength is different now." Sivis muttered to himself. "Holy Swordsmanship is nearly invincible at the Bronze Tier, and being a mole will be more efficient than before."

Though he said that, he resisted it deeply in his heart — the threat of the Church's Radiant Great Array had not been eliminated. If he had to deal with adventurers, it would certainly slow down the progress of hiring civilians and accumulating Extraordinary Dark Power, thus affecting his plan to break through to the Silver Tier.

What troubled Sivis even more was that being forced to join an adventuring party would restrict his movements, and he might even fall into a trap set by the Blood Clan!

In Minnet City, Sivis was not afraid of their ambush.

But once he joined an adventuring party, his actions would not be as free, and he would be at a significant disadvantage.

Facing the Silver Tier Blood Clan was already a massive pressure. If he also had to fight in unfavorable terrain, and the adventurers around him got infected... it would be a disaster!

Layer upon layer of pressure weighed on Sivis like a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt the road ahead was difficult, every step a struggle.

Being a Demon Lord was too hard!

"Right now, I can only take it one step at a time."

Sivis's expression was grim.

He stayed in the Adventurer's Guild hall for a while, noticing that a few Bronze Tier teams were interested in raiding his territory and had already started discussing their battle plans.

However, they would need at least a few days to prepare before setting out.

Sivis felt a bit of relief.

If one team took the task, other teams would be less likely to join the raid.

A few Bronze Tier teams were manageable for the enhanced Goblins and Stone Demons.

He silently noted the strength of these people and then headed toward the family's base.

Sivis decided to live a simple life from then on: visit the family base to see if he could recruit more workers and obtain Extraordinary Dark Power, then head to the Adventurer's Guild to rent a room for quiet cultivation while keeping an eye on the hall.

However, when he returned to the family base with a gloomy face, he was taken aback: why were there so many people?

Sivis noticed that the family mansion, which was expected to take several days to repair, was already completely renovated — all the debris and broken stones had been cleared away, and the main structure of the house was largely restored. He could see smoke rising from the small workshops of the Daister family in the distance, clearly indicating that they were operational.

"Where did all these workers come from?" Sivis was dumbfounded.

Several foremen, seeing him as a ray of hope, rushed over: "Young Master Sivis, you're finally here! We can't handle this situation!"

"What exactly is going on? Take your time and explain." He asked, noting the strange expressions on the foremen's faces.

As the foremen recounted the events, Sivis's expression grew increasingly bizarre — ever since his recruitment notice was posted throughout the city, a steady stream of people had come to beg for work.

The foremen explained that when they said, "Young Master Sivis is not here, please wait a moment." these people agreed. They didn't even ask about the terms of employment, they just rolled up their sleeves and started working.

This action sparked strong resistance from the initial workers, who angrily shouted, "Don't ruin it for me! Even if you work for free, Young Master Sivis won't feel my loyalty, and what if he doesn't want me anymore?"

But the later arrivals didn't care.

The more polite ones kept begging, asking the old employees to give them a chance to work.

The less polite ones just buried their heads and worked.

"While you were away, the workers fought several times over the opportunity to work! There were so many people, we couldn't tell who was originally hired and who came later!" The foremen rambled on.

They had never seen anything like it!

Lazy and cunning civilians were working like madmen.

Sivis was more and more stunned as he listened.

You mean, I thought the initial workers would serve as a good advertisement, but the ad didn't work, and other workers saw the recruitment notice and came to work on their own?

They don't want wages, they're competing for work, and they're even clashing with the original workers?

The original workers had the chance to earn wages for free but refused, claiming they wanted to 'show their best in front of me'?"

What is this even about?

Sivis remembered that when he started his factory before, he hadn't received such "enthusiastic treatment."

What he didn't realize was that when he first opened the factory, ordinary people hadn't yet experienced the brutality of the former clan leader Dailon Daister — wage cuts, forced overtime, and endless exploitation.

With Sivis's return, countless people regretted missing their chance back then and were determined to seize the present opportunity.

More crucially, Sivis had overlooked the backdrop of the original work Gandanyir: the disaster might erupt a year later, but the Church and nobility's exploitation, along with years of poor harvests, had already pushed the common folk to the brink of despair.

For them, Sivis's recruitment was a lifeline — a chance to have enough food, dignity, and even become a respected citizen under a benevolent noble.

It was incredibly precious!

The commoners might not have fully grasped the worsening situation or the impending disaster, but they instinctively felt their lives becoming increasingly difficult.

When someone like Sivis, a great benefactor, extended an olive branch, they had to seize it with all their might.

Seeing this, Sivis was initially taken aback. Then, he turned to the foremen beside him and smiled, "You've all worked hard."

The foremen were taken aback, "We didn't manage well, so what's the hard work about..." But Sivis smiled warmly and said, "Managing so many people is indeed challenging — your wages will be doubled." He patted their shoulders.

Their eyes immediately lit up with excitement, "Really, Young Master? Thank you!" They were endlessly grateful and suddenly realized why so many commoners were vying to work for Sivis — this noble young master seemed genuinely different from the others.

Foremen, a low-level job, were mostly down-on-their-luck minor nobles who rarely encountered such kind and generous employers.

"A good person like this..."

"Can actually run a factory??"

They were a bit puzzled.

They quickly caught up with Sivis, showing a mixture of confusion and deep respect.

As Sivis walked toward the central square of the family base, someone soon noticed his presence.

"Young Master Sivis, you're here!"

"Lord Sivis! Can we work for you?"

"Young Master! I don't need five copper coins a day, I just want food! Please give me a place in your domain!"

"Let my child join too! I'm willing to work for you forever!"

Countless commoners surged forward, filled with excitement.

The more astute ones cheered and quickened their pace — they were already working diligently on repairing the buildings, and now they pushed themselves to their limits, working so fast that Sivis was taken aback.

He knew that many of these workers were not being paid at all!

He clapped his hands, using magic to create a resonance that amplified his voice: "Everyone, stop for a moment and come over here."

The commoners immediately realized that this might be a moment that would decide their fate.

The newly arrived workers were anxious, fearing they might not gain the approval of this kind-hearted noble. The original workers glared resentfully at the new arrivals who had "stolen" their jobs, worried that Sivis would see them as "not hardworking enough."

The skilled workers from the glass and soap factories arrived last, more confident — they were technicians, and even if Lord Sivis was being charitable, he would still consider costs and wouldn't replace them with unskilled workers.

Soon, the crowd gathered in front of Sivis, and the commoners fell silent.

Everyone looked at this young and handsome noble, silently waiting for their "fate to be decided" —