"Yawn~"
"..."
Iraq
"grown ups?"
"..."
"It's okay, I'm listening..."
As Ira spoke, looking at the thriving forest before her, she rubbed her eyes and said, "These white pine trees are transplanted, right? They seem to be surviving quite well?"
The two little fairies, somewhat worried about Ira's health, exchanged a glance, then decided to remain silent. They echoed each other's words:
Some died.
"But Lady Vera..."
"It has spurred some growth"
"Formed"
"White Pear Tree Forest"
"..."
Ira nodded, then yawned again, and looked at the white pea monkey that seemed to be busy adding yeast to the container. The rotten white pea fruit would be turned into preliminary liquor under the action of the yeast.
Then you can try distillation.
"Were there any difficulties encountered during the training of the white gloomy monkeys?"
Ira asked this question. He had come to check on the status of the White Ball Wine industry chain and was also going to check on the renovation of the Magic Pool and the leveling of the road in the afternoon.
After talking to the constructs about the road yesterday, Xiao Gang led the constructs to prepare to beat the ground. Ira was also watching. The ground, which was originally soft, was now as solid as a whole rock.
Although the muddy ground will always reveal its true form when it rains, there's nothing that can be done about it. We can only try to find a solution later. For now, we can only ask the constructs to smash the ground whenever it rains heavily.
Next, we could consider building a road roller... the kind that's manually propelled.
As for the magic pool, Ira designed an upward-sloping platform and a hinged structure, but the little demon itself does not need to stand on it... Well, that's complicated. To describe it, just think of it as a well structure within the territory.
Simply place the cart in the designated spot under the platform, hook the chain rope below onto the cart, then walk to the gap between the magic pool and the platform facing the magic pool, and pull hard on the other end of the rope hanging down from the platform.
Under the pull, the cart will climb onto the platform, and then stay on the platform because of the design above it. It will also tip over because of that small height... The flesh and blood, along with the wooden barrel, will fall into the magic pool with a "thud!"
This way, there's no need to carry the wooden bucket high and pour it in; you can just take the bucket out of the magic pool. After all, the little demon's height is a bit short, so lifting the heavy wooden bucket high and pouring it into the magic pool is a big problem.
Further improvements can be made, such as designing a wooden barrel connected to the cart, or changing it to a wheel structure like a castle moat bridge, so that it doesn't require pulling.
But that's all in the future...
"Yawn~"
Amid Ira's yawn, the little fairies looked at him with concern, for Ira's condition was far from good. They answered his earlier question:
"there is nothing"
"Big problem"
Ira nodded in satisfaction, looking at the wine that needed to ferment for a while. He would continue to follow up on this matter. He said, "Vera, you've really worked hard. Continue to arrange for the expansion of the White Ball Forest..."
Yes, we.
"Understood."
The fairies answered, watching Ira's departing figure without stopping, and they felt that... Vera's hardship was nothing, after all, Ira had become the brain of the entire Demon Lord's territory.
Everyone has gradually gotten used to acting only as cogs in the Demon Lord's empire... Although Ira's arrival has not been long, she has already vaguely become the brain of the Demon Lord's empire.
And it's not a single-threaded one, but a multi-threaded one... and an extremely terrifying one at that. We often encounter topics like "Yesterday, with Mr. Ira's help, I XXX" and "Yesterday, I had XXX with Mr. Ira" during morning meetings.
Moreover, the more reports were given, the more confused everyone became, because it seemed as if Iraq was omnipresent. Everyone kept having thoughts like, "Huh? Wasn't Iraq discussing the number of weapons for the trade caravan with me yesterday? Why is she involved in other things at the same time?"
That's why Iraq was so tired.
Compared to a resident's devoted advisor who worked tirelessly until his death, Ira was even more hands-on, after all, he not only gave orders to the various leaders, but also frequently examined specific details.
Logically speaking, this would be a huge waste, and Iraq should have focused on the big picture and made efforts accordingly. However, he responded with his actions—both the big picture and the details need to be taken care of in order to achieve a sound system.
As long as there aren't brainless nobles, nobles with bloated heads, nobles with complicated procedures, or nobles who cause trouble, Ira will still work just as hard in the Empire.
Fortunately, as the "Consul", Ira is unlikely to die from overwork or break down physically, but... fatigue and drowsiness are always unavoidable.
But let's move forward...
Keep going...
It is enough to keep moving towards the goal.
"..."
Ira was a person who did not have high demands for the quality of life. Apart from having some pursuit of food, he seemed to have no desires... and not just because the governor had reduced his desires.
He doesn't crave pleasure, doesn't pursue wealth and fame, doesn't expect a peaceful and leisurely life, and isn't infatuated with sweet talk. It seems that all of Ira's pursuits are focused on his dreams.
He was just someone who couldn't find his home.
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