After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 87 - 86: The Master Doesn’t Care

Chapter 87: Chapter 86: The Master Doesn’t Care

The idea behind the production of "Bee Flower Snow Moon" was not complicated. Using extracts from the bee sting sac, it involved a series of mixtures, with the final filtered clear liquid being the refreshing scented perfume.

This process required Vera to perform meticulous disassembly and step-by-step teaching of the little demons, along with building a workshop suitable for assembly line production... Gradually, it seemed to have turned into a cotton plantation.

Yes, not like a factory but more like a cotton plantation, because the little demons were the Demon King’s slaves, after all~

However, there was a difference; the slaves in the cotton plantations were whipped into unconsciousness, while the little demons in the perfume workshop worked themselves into unconsciousness voluntarily... The little fairy responsible for managing them might also supervise herself into unconsciousness.

This was quite a tooth-gritting situation.

Moreover, after a brief break, the Merfolk Leader approached Hilena to discuss magic armor... Their companion swordfish indeed needed piercing magic armor.

Just like horseshoes for horses.

The metal production in the Demon Control Area was not high, and it was even scarcer near the Demon King Territory. However, in terms of "Magic Armor," they were not far behind other countries.

In fact, this was the advantage of the demons—many demons were born with something akin to magic armor, such as some Insect Men with shells, Black Knights who were born with armor, and Headless Knights.

However, many races didn’t have magic armor.

But even so, unlike other races who would be somewhat weak without armor and magic robes, demons only needed proper nutrition to grow and have a sufficiently high baseline.

In other words, compared to their own kind, demons had a relatively high upper limit... They were a race whose lower limit wasn’t low.

But because of this, it was now impossible to find a magic armor craftsman within the Demon King Territory... Vera might know a bit about the construction of magic armor spells, but as for smelting and such, she was completely out of the question.

Perhaps only spell-based magic armor could be created with Vera’s help.

For smaller magic armor for beasts, using metal as a carrier was essential... They might have to buy it from the Beastmen, where the magic armor used was somewhat similar to what those in the Demon King Territory needed.

After all, the leader’s weapons were also "sharp claws" and "spikes."

Magic armor made by the Dwarves was too intricate (expensive) and not suitable for mass production; the Duchy was an option, but most of them only followed the rules of forging armor and weapons and rarely accepted custom orders.

On further thought, the best approach would be to produce magic armor through an assembly line. Although it required training a craftsman to inscribe spells, if the low-skilled tasks were delegated to the little demons, the efficiency would undoubtedly surpass that of purely craftsman-made items.

However, for now, Vera could handle these parts...

Yila thought this as he lightly turned a page in his book, leisurely reading what seemed like a storybook. It was rare for him to be as relaxed as today; the past few days, he had been busy with work and unable to sleep well.

"..."

"Yawn~"

Yila gently yawned, realizing he was now lying on his desk to read. He turned and drew the curtains in the room, then lay on the bed, reading by the dim light filtering through the curtains.

Of course, this wasn’t good for his eyesight, but Yila, known as a "man," was no longer human. As a Governor, he didn’t need to worry about such things.

Eventually, Yila fell asleep on the bed in his clothes, with the book beside him. It was a rare afternoon nap for him.

If nothing unexpected happened, he might sleep straight through to the evening...

"..."

"Knock, knock, knock~"

There was a gentle knock on Yila’s door, causing his eyelids to twitch... Although the sound was soft, if such a noise couldn’t wake him, then he wouldn’t be Yila.

Otherwise, if he wasn’t sleeping but unconscious, he wouldn’t be able to react to such a noise. But if someone tried to kill the unconscious Yila... his status as the "Chief" would show them what cruelty meant.

"..."

It sounded like the person outside hesitated, then gently knocked again, along with a soft voice calling: "Knock, knock, knock~ Yila, are you in there?"

It was Satan Ye’s voice.

Yila sat up, shook his groggy head, then naturally walked to the door and opened it, startling Satan Ye, who was standing there.

Was such courage appropriate?

By Satan Ye’s side was a little fairy hovering in the air, holding a bowl of something. She couldn’t wave due to her occupied hands, so she nodded her head to greet Yila:

"Yila"

"Sir"

Yila nodded in response. He wanted to say something but first yawned, then asked: "Yawn~ Good afternoon, Satan Ye, and little fairy... Is something the matter? I just fell asleep."

Fell asleep, ah...

"..."

"..."

Satan Ye and the little fairy exchanged glances, then simultaneously realized something and showed embarrassed expressions. Unable to lie, the little fairy explained: "Um, Lady Hilena asked us to bring some Calming Soup to you."

So Hilena thought I wasn’t resting well recently?

Yila thought this and couldn’t help yawning again... Although it was true.

"Yes, Hilena said you’ve been sleeping late recently, so she hoped you’d get to bed earlier after drinking the soup... Did we wake you?"

Feeling a bit apologetic, Yila still told the truth while patting her head: "Um, sort of; but I appreciate your and Hilena’s good intentions."

Hoping Yila would rest well by giving him Calming Soup, but waking him up from a rare afternoon nap to hand it over, was just like waking someone up to ask if they had fallen asleep and telling them to get more rest...

Wasn’t that entirely counterproductive?

"Sorry, Yila."

"Sorry"

"Yila, sir"

Seeing the little demon queen with her head down, tail drooping between her legs, and the little fairy, wings weakly fluttering, Yila couldn’t get angry.

Though Yila wasn’t one to get angry over such things.

"It’s fine, I’ve rested for a while already."

Yila said this while straightening his collar. He placed the warm Calming Soup on the table, then looked at Satan Ye and asked: "Do you have any official business? If not, would you like to come with me to check on the trade port construction?"

"Um~"

"..."

Because Yila never cared.