With a sneer, the Goblin Prime Minister's face trembled with anger, "Only looting and killing are the right way for our goblin clan! Only in this way can our people make use of things they couldn't use before!"
"Living underground, being chased by everyone, our goblins are treated like rats, despised by the Ten Thousand Clans. I don't want this humiliating life for our next generation," said Roscoe with determination on his dark green face.
"So even though it's a difficult path, I will keep going. Otherwise, with you recklessly making enemies everywhere, our Thorn Kingdom will be destroyed by our foes sooner or later," Roscoe continued assertively.
"Don't talk big here. Enjoying life while we can is the way we goblins survive! Even if we're destroyed tomorrow, no one can stop us from enjoying today!" The Goblin Prime Minister retorted, standing up from his soft throne with disdain.
