I Become a Landlady in the Game World

Following Viscount Keynes' gaze, the others naturally noticed the group of frolicking cubs as well.

Although they had long known that Hope Village took in cubs of every race, seeing them together was still quite impactful.

"What are they staring at us for?"

"They're probably curious why we go to school; many people came to watch today."

"Hehe, it's my first time at school too, I find it very interesting!"

"Yes, it's fun to have so many people to play with."

"The only downside is having to carry so many things."

"I think it's quite easy to carry!"

"Wuwuwu, I can't remember anything; when I go back, I feel like my father and mother will beat me. They said if I don't study well and cherish this opportunity, they'll hit me."

"..."

While they were being scrutinized, the voices of the cubs continually reached their ears, and for some reason, the innocent words of these children brought them a bit of "vitality."

Of course, they also saw that the ones daring to speak were mostly human or Beastman cubs, while the Goblin Clan cubs mostly stood quietly in the corners listening, yet their faces fluctuated with the words of their companions, and their eyes shone brightly.

At that moment, the group involuntarily thought of the Goblin cubs in their own territories, frail and weak, always protected by goblins in those small, dirty caves because that was the best environment the Goblin Clan could offer their cubs.

The dual situations toggled in their minds, giving them a sense of disorientation.

After a while, Viscount Conrad spoke up, responding to what Viscount Keynes had said earlier, "Viscount Chaplin, even if he models it on Hope Village's development, wouldn't be able to replicate it completely; the two are fundamentally different."

Not to mention the Goblin Clan!

He felt no sympathy for the goblins.

The fallen status of the Goblin Clan today was due to their own lack of strength and the unusual talents they possessed, making them vulnerable to exploitation.

His status had long been fixed in front of all races.

No one would cry injustice for them, and they would even partake in the profiteering.

In the future, this situation was unlikely to change easily.

This was because the interests represented by the goblins were truly significant.

The swallowed interests, none would be willing to spit out.

As he knew, Chaplin's territory, Zakli Village, had abundant mining resources, which underpinned the village—with countless goblin miners toiling in the mines.

No need to pay these goblins any wages, just some food, significantly lowering the cost of mining.

Granting goblins the same "resident" rights as in Hope Village?

That was nothing but a joke.

Viscount Chaplin listened, well aware that Viscount Conrad was speaking not only about the goblin issue.

After a cough, he said, "Indeed, even if I establish schools in my territory, the students would only be human cubs; that's the norm."

Speaking further, he added, "Although I'm inclined to learn from Hope Village, many aspects don't suit my territory; it can't be completely the same."

He thought of using Hope Village's methods to strengthen his territory, not to grant his residents... equality.

As a noble, enjoying privileges, he was hardly willing to give them up!

The words the two shared instantly brought everyone's thoughts back to reality.

The uniqueness of Hope Village was something truly only it could bear.

Chaplin's learning couldn't change his inherent landscape; without changing the soil, many things couldn't take root and sprout, so where could there be a success like that of Hope Village?

"Let's go! Let's head back to the hotel and rest. We've walked around enough for today," Viscount Keynes suggested.

The excitement stirred by Hope Village instantly dissipated, leaving a taste of ennui.

"Yes, let's go! Get a good rest," joined the others, including Viscount Chaplin.

Quickly, the group left the scene, moving in the opposite direction of the cubs they had just passed.

It was the same with their hearts.

They all deeply understood that the "path of rise" of Hope Village was truly unlearnable.

Unless they changed from the roots.

But such a real change would mean shaking their own foundations; who would do that?

Yet even with these thoughts, the existence of Hope Village still managed a strong impact on their thoughts, leaving a trace deep within their hearts.

Whether this trace would disappear over time or grow larger was something to ponder.

But one thing was certain: as Hope Village developed and grew stronger, such scenes would continue to occur.