The Silent race's talent is to drag a designated area or person into a state where they cannot speak... Non-elf professionals need to make a sound to cast spells, or even warriors need to cast combat techniques (war cries).
Mr. Rim is a warrior who is born strong.
So, do you think it's a waste?
As Yinla said this, and then, with Tops nodding, she said, "What about me? As a governor, the most suitable place for me is probably not to do research or build the Demon Lord's territory... Should I look for a battlefield and engage in continuous killing?"
"..."
Tops didn't mean that, but he somewhat understood what Imra meant.
“Because Mr. Rem wants one, and the Demon Lord’s territory does indeed need a chef, but if necessary… Mr. Rem wouldn’t mind participating in a battle for the Demon Lord’s territory,”
As Yinla spoke, he patted Tops on the shoulder meaningfully and said, "This isn't about responsibility, it's about trust, and it's the same for you... For example, what price do you think you need to pay to receive Mithril?"
"..."
Tops paused for a moment, then looked at Youyou, who had led them to the precious metals warehouse, and tentatively said, "Since you've said that, then there's no need to write a report, right? So perhaps... you could give me a deadline? You want me to produce results as soon as possible?"
In that case, the Demon King's Territory would truly be a paradise for researchers.
"Hmph~"
With a soft chuckle, she simply carried two or three boxes of mithril... Mithril is very light, so she easily moved them in front of Illa and Tops, saying, "How much do you need? Just register it."
"..."
Tops: "?"
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