What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

"Want to die...?"

The goblin was clearly puzzled by House's behavior, but he still spread his arms in front of his chest to indicate that he meant no harm.

"No...I don't understand, what's wrong? Did I say something offensive?"

House crossed his arms over his chest and shouted sharply:

"Mr. Rudik, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! This kind of joke is not allowed!"

"A joke...?" Rudik's brow furrowed. "You mean left and right? What's wrong?"

"Eee ...

Memories of being brutally labeled and criticized by countless veterans in the orphanage in his past life flooded back, causing House to react violently on the spot, frantically shaking his head. Why did he have to face such terrifying things in this other world?!

Wow...how terrifying...this oppressive aura feels like it would vanish if I just said a few more words!

But Rudik clearly didn't understand. He scratched his cheek and explained, "Although I don't know why, I think Mr. House, you've definitely misunderstood something... Let me put it this way, sir, you know about the Monster Alliance, right?"

House was taken aback. The Monster Alliance... those guys who are currently fighting against human nations, right?

"I know... so what?"

Rudik paused for a moment, then took a monocle from his breast pocket, hung it on his left ear, and explained like a scholar:

"The so-called Monster Alliance is an army jointly created by two major monster species: the goblin species and the orc species. Our goblin race accounts for as much as 92% of the goblin race. In other words, you can consider the goblin race as part of the 'goblin race' without any problem."

House frowned and nodded.

The more he listened to the explanation, the more he wanted to ask...

Why is it you, a fellow goblin, who is supplementing this knowledge point for me?

Damn it, why would a goblin be a priest in a human village? Are these isekai priest boy tropes no longer content with just humans? Are they extending their outrageous reach into the human realm?

However, with this in mind, House began to carefully observe Rudik's appearance.

To be honest... this guy doesn't quite match my impression of what a goblin looks like.

Firstly, he was not short, estimated to be at least 1.75 meters tall, and his skin was not that oily green, but indigo.

It doesn't have any sharp teeth or claws; I don't know if it removed them itself or if it was just naturally incapable of growing them.

Moreover... this guy also had a very conspicuous square mustache on his philtrum, and his hairstyle with half of his hair sticking out and the other half slanted, which kept tempting House to raise his left arm at a 45-degree angle.

Damn it, this can't be explained by coincidence anymore, can it?

Secondly, as a monster, House felt his language and logic abilities were a bit too strong. Of course, House didn't know the average intelligence level of monsters in this world; this assumption was just a stereotype.

But House thought that, in the end, most of the monsters in this world should still be low-level races with little intelligence.

The reason is simple: if monsters had superior physical and physiological qualities compared to humans, and their intelligence was on par with humans... then humans wouldn't be the ones ruling the world now.

Rudik sighed dejectedly and said, "Mr. House, this may sound like a complaint, but to be honest, even though I'm a goblin, I don't want to see things like this at all."

"No matter the reason, war should never happen. It is always the common people who suffer." After saying this, he put his hands together, closed his eyes devoutly, and murmured, "Lord Kshilock...please let the world have less killing."

House's eyelids twitched... Less killing in the world...?

House thought to himself, "BYD, so you're now asking me to kill someone? One thing at a time, right? Your merits will be credited to K.S. K.S.

Driven by intense curiosity, House couldn't help but ask the question that had been puzzling him for so long:

"Mr. Rudik, before I help you, I have a question I'd like to ask. As a goblin... why are you a priest in the church in Yelo Village?"

Rudik's first reaction to the question was to twitch his ears. He then got up, walked to his lectern, squatted down, opened the cabinet, and took out something wrapped in a thick cloth.

That thing was about 1 meter long, and its outline looked like a stick.

He trotted back and shoved the thing into House's arms:

"Mr. House, since you're willing to accept my commission, let me briefly explain what I meant by 'left' and 'right' earlier."

"Uh... I don't quite understand why you were so agitated just now. Those two words don't really have any meaning, they're just descriptive. In the Monster Alliance, the goblins are simply called 'Left,' and the orcs are simply called 'Right.'"

House paused for a few seconds.

"Ah...haha, so you were talking about the Monster Alliance. I thought it was the Monster Alliance."

Rudik paused awkwardly for a moment: "However, there is something I have to tell you that is not well known to humans."

"Oh?"

"In fact, the two major races, orcs and goblins, have been interacting for over a thousand years. They only formed an alliance two years ago, and almost all humans believe that they have a cooperative and symbiotic relationship."

House yawned. "Isn't that right?"

"Absolutely not!" Rudik's expression turned serious in an instant. "Not only is it not a cooperative symbiotic relationship, but it can't even manage to treat everyone as equals! The orcs treat the goblins like servants and slaves!!"

"A servant...?"

"That's right!"

Holy crap, even in another world there are best-selling products from the 16th century?

"Once, I wanted to save my people, and God gave me the opportunity. I climbed up the ranks of my people with all my might, trying my best to get everyone to stand up and resist!"

"But reality hit me hard. They initially agreed readily, and I naively thought I had truly gained their approval!"

"But when I drew my sword and launched my first charge, I found that there was no one behind me...!"

"So I lost... I lost completely, and reality didn't give me a chance to come back."

Rudik gritted his teeth, his face contorted with intense, almost tangible, resentment: "After that... I thought the first to punish me would be the orcs or that corrupt king, but instead, the first to betray me were my own people!"

"My whereabouts were exposed by someone, and the orcs captured me on a rainy night. They broke my limbs, tied me in a sack, and threw me into the icy river. At that time, I really thought I was going to die."

Suddenly, a few rays of light streamed through the church's stained-glass windows. The light reflected off the old glass was slightly hazy, and those iridescent rays shone precisely on his entire body: a dark yellow on his forehead, a rose-red on his chest, and a deep blue on his abdomen.

"There's a lot that happened after that... I'll just keep it brief. In the end, I didn't die. I was very lucky to be saved by the original pastor of this church. I wanted to repay him, but he was already terminally ill and didn't have much time left. So, with his recommendation before his death and my own desperate efforts, I became the priest of this church. This... can be considered as atonement for my sins."

He forced a bitter smile: "No matter how hard I try, the villagers still can't completely let go of their prejudices against me. The reward has been posted for six days and no one has accepted it. I'm almost going crazy with worry. Luckily, you came."

House nodded with his arms crossed, thinking to himself, "So your way of atoning for your sins is to kill your own kind to get revenge?" Although he didn't know how much of what the other person said was true, if the truth was really as the other person said, then House felt that there was nothing wrong with killing them.

Having recounted everything, Rudik was already exhausted: "In short, I have only one request regarding the attack on this camp."

The other person pointed to the cloth and said, "When you're killing those goblins, could you please use this weapon to end their lives?"

House peeled back the cloth and saw that it was a mace that had been polished several times, with many sharp teeth of different sizes embedded at the head.

It's worth mentioning that even he felt the weapon was heavy when he held it; it must have been difficult for an ordinary person to wield it.

"This is...?"

"Mr. House! Kill those goblins! With this weapon!" Rudik suddenly became indignant, every muscle in his face clenching. "They are no longer my people... Now I'd rather be a demon priest despised by humans than a goblin! To be of their kind is a disgrace to me!"

Since the other party had already gone this far, House didn't press further. So he nodded and prepared to leave the church to carry out his mission in the woods.

But just as he was turning his wheelchair, the church doors were suddenly pushed open, and a group of simply dressed little boys ran in chattering.

"Father! We're here to play again!"

Rudik, who had just been fierce, paused upon seeing the group of children, his tone instantly softening:

"Didn't your parents forbid you from coming to church anymore?"

The eldest boy, whose face was covered in pockmarks, tugged at his clothes and said:

"My mom's been so busy with the festival lately! She's been so busy, she hasn't had time for me! We just wanted to come! Father, we'd also like to learn the Code of Light!"

"Yes! We should learn from the Light Code!"

"Hurry up and tell us, Father! The adults have no idea how good you are! They just keep badmouthing you!"

"Yes, don't listen to what my mother and the others say! If I could, I would love to hear you talk about the 'Civil Code' for the rest of my life!"

The children quickly surrounded Rudick and started making a fuss. Rudick had no choice but to nod in agreement, while House, who was standing nearby, witnessed everything.

He glanced at a goblin doll woven from blue and black thread at his feet, his thoughts drifting for a moment.

He was despised by the villagers and abandoned by his own clan, but he was loved by the children alone.

Something feels off, something's fishy...

"never mind..."

House sorted out his thoughts. If something was amiss, so be it. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him; he was just an adventurer doing a quest.

With that thought in mind, he wheeled himself out of the church.

But suddenly, Rudik caught up from behind with a bizarre expression. Half of his face looked like he was laughing, and the other half looked like he was crying. Crow's feet spread across his face. This expression, which looked like Agni had eaten shit, made House's heart skip a beat... He was frightened by the other person.

"Mr. House... I have something for you, and I think you should need it."

As he spoke, Rudik stuffed a book into his arms, and then the boy was pulled away by the group of boys again.

"Go for it, Mr. House! Don't forget to use that weapon to wipe out those awful goblins!"

The church doors creaked shut again. House stood somewhat disheveled at the entrance, a few withered leaves swirling in the north wind and landing on his shoulders. A series of scraping metal sounds indicated that the doors had been locked back in place by the hinges.

House stared blankly at the suddenly extinguished oil lamp in the room, said nothing, and slowly drove away with a sullen face.