"Remember, when you feel tired, you must ask for a break. During working hours, do not point your tools at other colleagues, and be careful not to get too close to colleagues who are working."

"Be aware of any potential hazards that could cause collapse or fall. If you are attacked by a monster, run away immediately and report the incident. Only attack very weak monsters."

"Safety is the top priority, understand? Go on, go on."

As he said this, Ira looked at the little demons and goblins scattering in all directions, and shook his head, not knowing what to say... Cutting down the trees that had been felled and transporting them back to the Demon King's territory, digging out the tree roots and then plowing the ground flat was not difficult for the little demons and goblins.

However, this is a long-term task that will take a considerable amount of time to complete.

What Ira fears is that these lesser demons and goblins will work day and night until they die from exhaustion... When dealing with innocent demons, there's no need to worry about them slacking off, but rather to pay close attention to their physical condition.

Don't worry.

"Lord Ira"

We will monitor it.

"Their"

The two little fairies patted their tiny chests confidently, but Ira could only smile helplessly and nod, indicating that she believed them... However, it wasn't unheard of for little fairies to have fainted before.

However, for the Demon King's territory, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

It wasn't the same for Ira. He was indeed more concerned about the life and death of slaves than normal imperial people, but this had nothing to do with the serfs themselves; it was just that he hated the slave trade.

Especially foreign slaves.

Everything is a stepping stone, everything is a price to pay, everything can be given up, everything can be chosen, everything is a prelude, everything is just to achieve the future that Iraq desires.

That eternal kingdom, where everyone can live in peace and prosperity, similar to the world he once knew.

"White ball trees seem to be quite common."

As Ira noted the distribution of white ball trees in the forest, he muttered to himself. He wasn't sure if the white ball wine would sell well, but at least the sales wouldn't be disastrous... and the labor costs for brewing weren't too high.

Well, of course, this is after mass production has been fully completed.

Now we also need to train monkeys to brew wine... that's a labor cost; to make brewing easier, we may also need to plant the white ball trees together, which is also a labor cost, and we may also need Vera's magic to support us and ensure the survival rate after the location is changed.

The Demon King's territory doesn't have any forest farms, since there are forests nearby. As long as it doesn't develop at a rapid pace, ordinary logging is enough for its needs during normal times and the harsh winter. But now the Demon King's territory has started to accelerate its development.

Everything is changing rapidly.

The latrine gradually turned into a latrine. With the abundance of food, the number of goblins and other small monsters also increased. The demonic insects, along with the flesh and blood of the Gorgon, monkeys, and fish thrown into the demonic pool, began to produce plump, white demonic insects.

The worms are quite disgusting.

Therefore, timber is gradually becoming scarce, which can be considered one of the reasons for the expedition that took place this morning. The white ball tree seems to have a short growth cycle and decent wood quality, making it suitable for use as both a fruit tree and building material.

After the white cone fruit is planted, it will grow into a new white cone tree and start bearing fruit in five or six years. After twenty or thirty years, it will reach the stage of dying, at which time it can be cut down and used for timber.

This is a long time. There was a recent large-scale logging operation, so there won't be a shortage of wood for the time being. But if there is still a shortage, we may need to arrange for more logging... or have Vera accelerate the construction of the forest farm.

However, Vera's magic was rather weak.

The Demon King's territory still lacks mages who are proficient in infrastructure magic.

Ira, who was pondering where to apply for a mage position, hardly considered poaching people from the Empire... Even with his reputation among the people, Ira's faction might come running after his official betrayal of the Empire was announced.

But there's no need for that; there's no need to use such special methods to poach talent.

If there is a real shortage of talent, Ira will choose to have Isabella send one over directly, and Isabella will not deliberately refuse to help Ira... That's how magical their relationship is.

"Squeak squeak squeak~"

Hmm~ Are there monkeys like this around here too? Let's call them white ball monkeys... If their food is white ball fruit, then there should be white ball trees nearby.

Ah, found it.

Ira scribbled on the parchment, pouring the mana of Satan's Leaf into his quill, and recorded the location of the White Ball Tree on the parchment, without ever glancing at the wary White Ball Monkeys.

Seemingly feeling that Ira posed no threat, these white ball monkeys, who seemed to belong to a different tribe than the previous ones, slowly approached Ira and watched with great curiosity as Ira wrote and drew.

"Squeak squeak squeak?"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Seeing that Ira completely ignored them, the white-glove monkeys began to do some strange things... such as waving their arms and legs or scratching their butts.

Maybe this is what they call being a show-off...

"..."

"Yes, hello."

Ira greeted the white ball monkeys, who did not understand the common language, gently. He took a few steps to a spot with unobstructed light and recorded his location.

Even though he had witnessed a massacre of the white-ball monkeys, it didn't stop him from treating them with gentleness now, since they were useful to him now.

Useful things and useless things should naturally be treated differently.

As long as... they don't obstruct Iraq's [roads].

"..."

"Squeak squeak squeak!!"

Ira looked at his empty hand, then at the white ball monkey that had stolen the quill pen from his hand from above. He wasn't angry; he just helplessly stretched out his hand and asked, "Can I have it back?"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Squeak squeak squeak~"

"Squeak~~~"

However, the white-ball monkeys quickly passed around the quill pen in Ira's hand, emitting laughter that sounded like mockery... just as wicked as the monkeys on a mountain in Ira's previous world.

"This puts me in a slightly difficult position..."

Ira shook his head helplessly, maintaining his calm and gentle demeanor as he met the monkeys' mocking eyes and slowly opened his mouth.

All the monkeys froze for a moment, feeling their blood throbbing and vibrating as if it were about to burst from their bodies, and then…

"Third Wing Pillar - Vampire - Wingspan!"

"..."

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss..."

The sound of blood gushing from every tiny hole filled the suddenly silent forest... while the quietly falling quill simply landed on the blood-stained ground, creating ripples on the blood-soaked surface.

It was gently picked up by Ira's fair hands.