Crying, wailing, and indistinct curses came from the gray, dull factory not far away.
That was Duke Eleanor's money-making tool, the background sound of the Blood Beast Factory, day after day.
Enchanting Demon Mengya turned a deaf ear to it; she couldn't even be bothered to glance in that direction.
The goblin Stinkfish beside her didn't even twitch an ear; they had long learned to treat those noises like the sound of the wind or something similar.
The two walked forward along the straight stone-paved road, aiming for the center surrounded by the group of factories—a towering spire.
After walking no more than twenty steps, the noise behind them abruptly stopped. Every Blood Beast Factory was surrounded by a soundproof magic array.
Ahead, the tower drew increasingly closer.
It was very tall and stood out in this area dominated by low factories.
But what was truly special wasn't its height, but the mycelium attached to its surface and the few big mushrooms growing on it.
