After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 207 - 75: Dark History and Reasons for Respect

Chapter 207: Chapter 75: Dark History and Reasons for Respect

"Ping pong~"

"..."

"Ah, did you drop it again? You guys are really clumsy..."

A demon maid said helplessly. She watched the bumbling orc maid and resignedly swept away the broken pottery and ashes inside. She looked at the new maids and said, "It might be because your bodies are too weak. Eat more meat at dinner..."

These children brought back by the fleet were mainly tasked with... playing in the Demon King Territory; as for the demons who returned to the Demon King Territory... they too were playing.

Well, actually they were *seeing if they had any strengths*, and based on that, they were to help out as maids in the Demon King City until they found work they were interested in and good at.

These children, whose spirits had been crushed to the point of self-loathing, had to do something to keep from overthinking.

For now, they were helping out with the laundry maids’ work. Although their bodies were still somewhat weak, the work of the laundry maids wasn’t just normal laundry. Or rather... in this world without detergent, washing clothes required quite a bit of strength.

They needed to add ashes into the water, lay the clothes on a wooden board, and use a stick or paddle to hit them very hard, so that the pressure from the beating forced the water and dirt out of the clothes.

The process was quite lengthy, so the maids always had a lot of clothes to wash, and they were often short-handed, frequently unable to finish washing all the clothes. Now, with these children joining in, work would undoubtedly become a bit easier.

And indeed, it proved true. Although the demon maid’s *strength (referring to physical attack power)* wasn’t weak by most standards—at least strong enough to forcefully push down an adult human—but compared to orcs...

These furry, thin kids, once their bodies recovered a bit, could punch through walls without much trouble.

But for now, it was still not possible. Right now, they could barely even hold onto the ash jars.

"Sorry."

The orc girl knew she did something wrong. She said this, her ears pinned back to her head, tail tucked between her legs, looking like she was waiting to be scolded...

However, the demon maid didn’t mind at all. She waved her hand and said, "Breaking stuff? We’re used to it by now. We had a demon maid in our group before who broke things every day."

The demon maid said this, displaying an indifferent look, and counted on her fingers, "...Breaking windows, doors, lamps... breaking jars, plates, bottles, anything that wasn’t supposed to be broken, except for fighting."

The reminiscing demon maid floated up and patted the orc girl’s shoulder, saying, "With that destructive powerhouse around, as long as you don’t tear down the room, we’ll consider it normal."

(Tipcapu: Achoo!)

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"So that’s it, just build according to these specifications."

Yila spread the blueprint on the table, speaking to the attentive Xiaogang. Xiaogang was a very conscientious leader, though not quite as big as an Onyx...

No, there was no necessary connection.

"This afternoon, Vera and I will go talk to the Witch Demon about the moving spell, then you’ll all have a lot to do. You’ll be busy for a while, thank you for your hard work..."

In response to Yila’s words, Xiaogang shook his head calmly and said, "We’ll rust if we stay idle for too long... Mr. Yila, aren’t you overworking yourself a bit lately? Are you really okay?"

"..."

This was true. However, there were still many things left to be done, so a bit of tiredness couldn’t be helped.

Yila thought, shaking his head while casually lying, saying, "I’m not tired. I had enough rest at the Silver Moon Tree Court. But... do you guys really rust?"

As he said this, Yila looked behind Xiaogang at more than a hundred Iron Demon Statues in standby mode—in the dim and vast basement, neatly arranged but made of different materials.

In the darkness, their eyes... also known as *Information Acquisition Organs-Eyes*, emitted a red glassy glow (reflections from lenses), which was quite spectacular.

"Hmm... I was joking."

Xiaogang said this, his voice emotionless... but it must have been a little awkward.

"I figured."

Yila said, leaving the blueprint on the table and adding, "I’ve made a copy of the blueprint; I’ll leave this one with you... Um, let me rest here for a bit. The Little Demons and goblins were so enthusiastic, my back is about to break."

But aren’t you the invincible Governor? Your back can’t be that fragile... you must be tired, right?

Although he noticed this, Xiaogang didn’t say anything. He just stood there quietly, then spoke up, "Mr. Yila, you’re really kind..."

"???"

Yila showed a puzzled expression. While he didn’t deny that basic respect in this world felt extremely kind, he still didn’t know why Xiaogang suddenly said that. He asked, "Why did you suddenly say that?"

"Because I can smell it. Right now, the scent of Little Demons and goblins is all over you, Mr. Yila."

With Xiaogang saying this, Yila’s face turned green. He said in distress, "Yes, it really stinks. A new layout might help... we must build a bathhouse!"

Even though it wasn’t very urgent, since monsters wouldn’t get sick from being dirty.

"Though I don’t know the specifics, surely Mr. Yila, you didn’t show this kind of expression or say such things in front of the Little Demons and goblins, right?"

Xiaogang said this, looking at Yila’s expression, knowing he was right and nodding as he continued, "You care about many things you don’t need to care about and concern yourself with many things you don’t need to be concerned with."

"Mr. Yila, if the smell of the Little Demons and goblins was unbearable for you, you could have stayed far away from them. But you chose the most troublesome option... building a bathhouse."

Seeing Yila trying to say something, Xiaogang shook his head and gently hugged Yila, saying, "It’s precisely because of this that everyone respects you, Mr. Yila... not just because they *need* to respect you."

Even so...

While the monsters were naïve and simple, if another person were in Yila’s position, even if they were a slightly stronger Governor than Yila, they wouldn’t necessarily be more popular.

The reason for the respect wasn’t just his strength... it was because he was Yila.

Perhaps, just because he was Yila.

...

"Well, anyway... thanks."

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