*Puff puff~*

Inside a huge pot, several sections of pure white "tree core" are constantly rising and falling. After the bark of the ancient priest tree is peeled off, this is what the tree trunk looks like, resembling white tubers.

Soaking the tubers in water at high temperatures to detoxify them is the only recommended method of consumption. Ordinary boiling is ineffective; they must be boiled continuously for three to four hours or more until all the tubers are thoroughly cooked.

The time must be long, not short. Both thorough soaking and high-temperature cooking are essential, and constant stirring can accelerate the detoxification process, allowing the food to become edible more quickly.

"Is this alright, Mr. Ira?"

Mr. Lime asked, feeling that the time was almost up. He watched as his little slime stood on a stool, constantly stirring the pot with a large stirring spoon.

Five hours have passed.

"That's about right, and if I remember correctly... most monsters have some resistance to toxins."

As Ira spoke, she stepped forward gently, picked up a piece of tree flesh from the pot with her bare hands, shook it clean, and placed it on the cutting board in the kitchen. She said, "Just treat it like ordinary taro, but this crop has more fiber, so it's best to be careful when cooking it."

Rather than a delicacy, the ancient sacrificial tree is more like a crop used to fill one's stomach. How should I describe it...? It's somewhat similar to a potato, but if you don't carefully pick out the fibers mixed in, the texture is worse.

If you want to imagine it, you can think of it as mashed potatoes mixed with long wood chips.

"I understand, I will pick out the fibers."

Mr. Lyme, who was crushing the Ancient Priest Tree with his wide cleaver, also noticed this. He gently picked up a fiber with his short, thin boning knife and said in a serious tone, "Ignoring the fiber, the Ancient Priest Tree is a very delicate food."

"It seems I can develop many new dishes from now on. Mr. Ira, look forward to it!"

"..."

Faced with Mr. Lyme, who was eager to get started, Ira smiled and nodded as she left the kitchen... The rest of the time was Mr. Lyme's time. Surely he wouldn't serve the ancient sacrificial tree, which hadn't been detoxified, on the table and cause everyone to die?

In the orcish territory where the most ancient priest trees are planted, the most common way to eat them is to simply hold them in your hand and gnaw on them after they have been detoxified. Although they don't really taste like anything, they can fill your stomach.

Mr. Lime possesses the meticulousness of a seasoned chef and the innovative enthusiasm of a newcomer, so he is definitely capable of developing dishes that belong to the Ancient Priest Tree.

So Ira will look forward to it, because in this world... the only things that should not be let down are good food and the passion in people's hearts.

After leaving the Demon King's castle, the environment of the Demon King's territory had changed. The excrement that used to be everywhere on the ground had disappeared, and the smell was no longer so unpleasant, although a scent of grass and soil still lingered...

It wasn't pungent enough to be repulsive, but it still didn't smell pleasant. It seems I'll need to talk to everyone in the Demon King's Castle about the road paving on the main road, so that at least we won't be walking on muddy ground when we travel.

Iraq is well aware of the principle that to get rich, you must first build roads.

The monsters' execution ability is truly impressive. If it were the Empire... it might require whipping as punishment and silver coins as a reward for advanced sanitation models to ensure the toilet project is fully implemented.

"Lord Ira."

"Lord Ira."

Good morning, Lord Ira.

When some of the monsters greeted him, Ira nodded in response. Of course, many other monsters simply looked at him respectfully without saying hello... He had somehow been accepted by the Demon King's territory.

This is truly a wonderful country.

Thinking this, Ira sniffed. The air, which had been quite pleasant, seemed to turn foul the moment he inhaled... His stomach churned with acid, and he felt an urge to vomit.

"..."

Over there is a farm where animals that are easy to raise are kept in enclosures, such as chickens, ducks, and pigs... In contrast, the more important cattle and sheep are free-range—cow and sheep hides can be used to make paper, which, although thick, is the only writing material in the world.

However, apart from Ira finding the smell unpleasant, the other monsters in the Demon King's territory are probably already used to it.

Of course, Ira left the Demon King's castle not for the purpose of patrolling the Demon King's territory. Today he was going to check on the port's renovation... and also to see how people were going to go beachcombing.

As Ira passed the salt flats, what came into view were several succubi splashing alluring mana onto the beach at low tide, along with countless low-level monsters following behind them, picking up shellfish.

This level of activity can hardly be described as "beachcombing" anymore; perhaps "harvesting" would be a better term.

The abundance of marine resources that have not been extensively developed far exceeds human imagination, so maintaining this harvesting frequency for many years should not be a major problem, but we must never become dependent on it.

The primary food source should still be the products of animal husbandry and agriculture.

Fisheries were merely a transitional phase.

“Ira, sir, you’ve arrived.”

In response to the leader of the constructs' call, Ira nodded, watching as the non-carbon-based monsters carried logs and carried out repairs and construction at an outrageous speed.

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