Next to the Demon King's territory, thanks to the rapid construction by the constructs, a new fishing port has sprung up next to the original war port... and a trading port is also under construction at a considerable pace.
How should I put it? The constructs are truly infrastructure superhumans.
Meanwhile, the construction of the first fishing boat is in full swing. Led by the sea monsters, the constructs are doing the physical labor, and resources from all sides are being mobilized... Since returning to the Demon King's territory yesterday, it seems that a framework and prototype have been formed.
Ira didn't know much about ships, or rather, he didn't know much about ships in this world... After all, he hadn't really seen what the incantations carved on certain parts of ships meant.
He was indeed a court magician, but he was different from academic magicians like Vera.
Before becoming consul, Ira was a blood mage, and to be more precise, he was a single-minded mage who devoted himself to researching magic that was useful to him; to put it more politely, he didn't study miscellaneous magic.
To put it bluntly... he's somewhat unbalanced in his studies.
However, as far as fishing boats are concerned, these boats are much larger than the small fishing boats that Ira remembered. Looking at the keel and frame of the huge ship in front of him, which could be described as a whaling ship, he wondered if the sirens had misunderstood something.
In fact, an ordinary fishing boat is sufficient.
In a day and a night, the sirens had almost finished building the large ship. All that was left was to fill it with planks and adhesive materials, and wait for the waterproof paint to dry.
After the boat is completely built, the size and density of fish in the nearby waters are observed using the marking method to determine the minimum catch size for various fish species and the mesh size of the fishing net.
There's still so much to do...
As Ira was thinking this, he turned his head to look at the fishing port that had already been built. The fishing port built by the constructs was both beautiful and... He paused halfway through praising it in his mind, and then he saw a fishing boat moored in one of the berths at the very edge.
Because he was blocked by the port guards, he hadn't seen it from his vantage point.
Judging from the size and shape of the structure, it's the same model as the fishing boat currently under construction. In other words... in just one day and one night, these sea monsters built two boats?
Didn't you get any rest all night?!
"Ira, sir? Demon King, Your Highness?"
At this moment, the leader of the constructs who was overseeing the construction of the trade port walked over and greeted her, saying, "I, heard, my, Mana, you are very good, used, killed, many, rebels, thank you."
"Yes, Mr. Ira used your mana to turn into an axe and threw it out to kill all the Gorgons. That was impressive!"
In response to Satan's reply, Ira nodded slightly. He looked at the sirens who were so busy that they didn't even notice their arrival, and asked, "Sirens, have you been busy all night?"
"It seems so."
The leader of the constructs nodded and said, seemingly with some concern, "They are not us. Their flesh and blood bodies are fragile. I am a little worried that staying up all night will be very tiring."
"well……"
Ira sighed softly. He could understand why the sirens were working so hard—it was probably out of guilt, a feeling that burned within each of them.
Their guilt over their actions and their remorse for their betrayal drove them to work through the night until their bodies collapsed... Monsters, what an incredibly naive race.
But it works very well.
“Satanye, go and comfort them… force them to rest.”
As Ira said this, he watched as Satan nodded and ran over with small, quick steps. He spoke to the construct leader, saying, "Constructs seem to have an unparalleled talent for destroying buildings and facilities, but your people are too few in number."
Among all the Demon Lord's territories, constructs are the rarest type of monster.
"Yes, if we want to increase the number of our people, we can only do so by exploring ruins or searching for elemental planes. Our people who have fled to the main plane rely heavily on luck."
Listening to the mechanical friction sound, which was uttered slowly and deliberately, Ila stretched out her hand to help the construct leader remove some grass that it couldn't handle... probably some bits of grass stuck to the area below its arm.
The golem's body structure didn't allow them to brush off the mud there.
"Your Highness the Demon King."
"Your Highness the Demon King..."
It seems that the sirens over there have already noticed Satan Ye's arrival, and naturally they have also seen Ira watching from this side... However, they naturally have no intention of greeting Ira.
"The first fishing boat has been completed and will be ready for its first trial voyage around this afternoon. The second boat is under construction. Would Your Highness like to name the first fishing boat?"
The mermaid leader hopped and skipped across the ground, her pink fishtail supporting her as she moved across the land. Her powerful tail looked like it could crush a goblin's head.
(Goblin: ...)
"More importantly, Mr. Ira and I heard that Xiao Gang said you've been busy all night?"
Satan asked this question, looking very serious, and said, "Ira said he's going to force you to rest, stop all work now, and wait until this afternoon to try fishing together."
"..."
As Satanye spoke, the only mermaid leader on this side glanced at the other two leaders who were still busy. She cautiously glanced at Ira over there, finding it hard to believe that Ira would be so kind.
"That's what Ira said, you all should go and rest, go to sleep, don't work yourselves to death."
Urged on by Satanye, the mermaid leader began to convey Ira and Satanye's message to the sirens, and soon... they all sank to the bottom of the sea to sleep.
Yes, the sirens sleep on the seabed... Their fin-like ears are not just for show; they are real organs for oxygen exchange, even more comfortable than breathing with lungs.
It also keeps their bodies moist, as water is their most comfortable environment.
"..."
"Mr. Ira, I'm back!"
Ira shook her head helplessly at the bouncing Satan Ye, but still didn't say anything... because Satan Ye had done a decent job, which slightly improved his image.
Since we'll continue to be colleagues in the future, it's not unreasonable to try and clear my name a little.
But compared to that, there are some things he cares about more now.
"Your name is Xiao Gang?"
Ira asked this, while the steel golem beside her, the leader of the constructs, nodded: "It's me. What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing, I'm just surprised that it's the first time I've heard your name."
He answered calmly, but what Ira was thinking remained a mystery.
...
Brock, where's your Onix?
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