Information gathering

"Okay, Viktor, let's go in," Kingsley said with a smile on his face, feeling hopeful that he would surely find his family as long as nothing went wrong.

Hearing him, Viktor immediately closed his mouth and regained his composure, following his master into the newly created castle.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed such power and ability—not just as a former goblin, but now as a Demon Goblin Emperor.

First was his evolution; it was completely extraordinary. Evolution was a process nearly every race underwent to gain power beyond their natural limits, but whatever his master had fed him was clearly on a different level.

Evolution was usually a life-or-death ordeal. Even the most prepared beings could still fail, and yet this object had elevated him from a lowly goblin to the lofty Demon Goblin Emperor.

Then there was the castle, easily the most magnificent structure he had ever seen. Not even the Undead King of the South had a castle this grand.

As he entered the castle, Viktor couldn't help but tread carefully, following his master's every footstep, worried that his presence might somehow tarnish the pristine beauty of the place.

His master, however, seemed utterly unfazed, as if such a beautiful and powerful mansion was completely normal to him.

The castle's courtyard wasn't particularly extravagant compared to the other castles Viktor had seen in his past life, but for some reason, it felt extraordinary. The main building itself radiated a strange aura that he couldn't quite grasp.

After walking for a few seconds along the pathway leading to the main house, Kingsley opened the door and began moving purposefully in a particular direction.

Viktor saw no point in questioning his master's actions and simply followed. Soon, they arrived at a room with a long, magnificently designed table at its center, surrounded by several equally ornate chairs.

Kingsley, contrary to Viktor's assumptions, was just as impressed. However, having seen pictures of luxurious castles owned by the wealthy, he could manage his surprise better.

Besides, at the moment, he was more focused on his hunger than the castle's grandeur. As long as it could protect him while he slept, that was all he cared about.

"Sit. I want you to tell me everything—the threats in the area, the size of the goblin tribe you were part of, and where it is," Kingsley said as he conjured food for himself.

He needed to know everything that posed a potential threat to his life, and Viktor was his best source of information. He could only hope that the goblin's evolution hadn't tampered with his memories.

"Yes, my Lord," Viktor replied immediately, beginning to unload everything he knew.

"Blah. This tastes bland," Kingsley said, smacking his tongue in disappointment at the food, which tasted more like sand than anything edible.

He wasn't sure if it was because he had created the food himself or if he simply couldn't remember how it was supposed to taste.

Regardless, it wasn't a pressing issue. The food satisfied his hunger, but he still made a mental note to figure out why it tasted so off.

"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 memories of significant threats beyond the undead in the south. While the information helped confirm one danger in the area, Kingsley wasn't naive enough to believe they were the only threat. After all, this knowledge came from a goblin's limited perspective.