This world has a relatively complete salt-making process... In fact, what we usually eat is not coarse salt, but snowflake salt that has been filtered through brine multiple times, which is already a very impressive product.

This is a very mature technology, and Mana was not involved in the process, so Ira doesn't need to make any improvements.

However, sugar, which is just as important as salt, is very scarce in this world... Well, that's not quite right. The world doesn't lack sugar, but rather something purer.

Sugar, or rather... granulated sugar (modern sugar production).

However, it's difficult to make it that cheap.

There was no sugarcane or sugar beets in this world... not even a decent substitute, leaving Iraq speechless. However, wheat was the same, so Iraq had some ideas.

...

"Just wrap the steamed glutinous rice and malt, the fermented mixture, in a cloth... and then squeeze out the juice."

As Ira said this, he looked at the little imp who was squeezing the cloth with great ease. He then looked at the group of mage apprentices whose eyes were wide open, and then at Tops, and said, "Boil the juice and you will get a thick syrup."

Seeing Tops deep in thought, seemingly having some ideas, Ira instructed Vera, "Input Mana, boil the juice... Be careful."

"..."

Vera, who had been conscripted, sighed as she stirred the large pot, inputting mana into the automated wand to keep the flames boiling... She could actually use the spells herself and have the arcane servant stir it.

However, what Ira is going to simulate now is sugar production that anyone with mana aptitude, or even someone who doesn't know any mana skills at all, can do.

Because of Tops' existence, in the absence of [cutting magnetic field lines] and with fuel being relatively scarce, this world has the opportunity to... rapidly enter the industrial age.

Although there are still limitations related to Mana aptitude, it is said that recently born children all have more or less Mana aptitude, and with the arrival of calamity, it seems that mortals are becoming increasingly powerful.

Each race will naturally find its own way out.

"It's done. This is the simplest kind of sugar."

As Ira said this, he plunged his hand into the bubbling, semi-fluid syrup. The caramel and amber-colored sugar slowly flowed back into the pot through his fingers. Mana quickly tumbled the sugar in his hand, turning it into the color of maltose as it cooled.

I really miss it...

Thinking this, Ira tasted it and, under everyone's curious gaze, said, "It's a bit bitter... This means that it wasn't stirred enough when it was cooked, and the temperature of the flame was too high."

Vera rolled her eyes at this...

"Don't blame me, you didn't say before that you should shrink the flames as much as possible."

As Vera said this, she stopped what she was doing, rushed over and licked Ira's hand, then smacked her lips slightly, her eyes lighting up: "Wow, so sweet, and it's a different kind of sweetness than honey, so fragrant!"

Ira knew it wasn't as sweet as honey, but maltose's advantage wasn't its sweetness, but its convenience... quick, easy, high-volume, easy to store, and able to quickly replenish energy.

I have no intention of blaming you.

As Ira said this, he glanced at the mage apprentices who had come from the Three Towers to help in the Demon King's territory... These were the students he had helped Tops apply for, and they were all very interested in the [Automatic Wand].

Not all mages are unable to accept that they will be eliminated by the world. These students think the opposite; they yearn to send traditional mages to their graves with their own hands.

Or rather, they yearn to create the future.

"Topus, it's up to you... On the basis of the original [Corpse Fragrance... Perfume Factory], build a maltose factory, provide enough working area for the workers, limit the maximum output of the staff, and build a [conveyor belt] that can automatically transport objects."

As Ira said this, he looked at Tops and the mage apprentices who seemed full of energy, and said, "Let monsters or other races with Mana aptitude simply keep inputting Mana to run the factory."

This was the first task assigned to them.

The Demon King's territory is no longer in its original location; it has moved a considerable distance away from the ocean and is no longer planning to produce perfume... Now, almost no one spends money on luxury goods anymore.

What needs to be done now is production...

Whether it's a calamity of severe cold or any other calamity, having ample reserves of supplies is always a good idea... As long as there isn't any "calamity of decay," then sufficient supplies are one of the best ways to cope with disaster.

Moreover, Ira took a huge leap, skipping the assembly line and going straight to automation... If it weren't for the fact that the equipment for storing Mana in this world was so poor and expensive, he could have propelled the world into the Mana (electric) era.

"Little demons, cooperate with Tops, and if you're craving something sweet, have some candy... Vera, shall we go?"

As Ira said this, he left the makeshift and rudimentary experimental site without hesitation, and Vera followed behind him... She yawned and asked, "Yawn~ Where are you going next?"

Iraq has been working like crazy lately... how should I put it?

First, she studied brick-making with Mr. Lyme, Senata, and Yuyu, then she studied pancreas with the fairies and insect people, followed by animal incubators and such... and then came maltose.

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