When Babayak saw Lu Li praising Mite, he felt terrible inside.
Although he, Babayak, disdained methods like flattering and fawning over the great demon Li Yun, he had to admit
that now, incapable of doing anything right, his value in the great demon Li Yun's eyes truly could not compare to Mite's.
At the very least, this silver-tongued goblin elder could provide emotional value and make the other party happy.
As for him, he could only mess things up and hold Lord Li Yun back.
He was utterly useless.
Lu Li, who had been carefully observing Mite and Babayak's expressions, naturally noticed this detail.
However, he did not pause his questioning. Instead, he continued on his own:
"What exactly is the current situation of the Goblin Pioneer Tribe? Tell me in detail."
Here, Lu Li deliberately added the qualifier "current."
It was to perfect his persona and prevent himself from being exposed.
After all, he was now an old demon who had sealed himself away for one hundred and twenty years.
If this "Goblin Pioneer Tribe" had existed for a very long time, perhaps even longer than the years he had casually fabricated, then directly asking what it was would inevitably arouse suspicion.
Though a few insignificant goblins posed no threat to him, since he was already acting, he naturally had to make it convincing.
After all, he was an Oscar-winning actor!
"It's still the same as it was a hundred years ago. Nothing more than a change of name..." Mite said with a bitter smile, without the slightest suspicion.
"My lord surely knows that low-level demons like us used to be mixed together into cannon fodder units sent out to explore."
"However, fifty years ago, Demon King Hangenor felt that mixed cannon fodder units were too inefficient and were