"That's it. I've already asked the insectoids to direct the lesser demons to transplant the white cones. You might need to cast the plant growth spell then, so I'm counting on you, Vera."
"..."
Vera responded to Ira's words with a disdainful look, and complained, "You came to see me in the middle of the night just for this? You know I'm useful, so you keep using me, huh? And it's this legendary spell again. What if you break me?"
Ira had no good way to deal with Vera's constant lewd jokes. He shook his head, took out a crystal-clear, translucent, blood-red bead from his pocket, and handed it to Vera.
“I’m the one who’s going to be worn out, here you go, consider this payment… If you need the dried corpse of the White Ball Monkey and the quota of White Ball Wine, you can also apply to Sirina, just say that I took the liberty of giving it to you.”
As Ira spoke, Vera was stunned. She stared at the round object, which looked like a jewel crafted by countless artisans, then looked at Ira in surprise and said, "Blood Crystal? You condensed it using the power of Senata?"
Yes, this is something called "Blood Crystal" that Ira created by spreading her vampire wings and using Senata's power to emulate the methods of a blood mage. It is a very rare alchemical and spellcasting material.
It is one of the materials needed for many magical equipment with [health recovery upon killing enemies] and [abundant blood energy]. Because there are very few blood mages who can condense [blood crystals], natural blood crystal ore is usually used as a substitute.
However, the price of blood crystal ore is by no means cheap.
According to legend, before becoming the chief governor, Ira relied on blood crystals to make money and subsidize the nearly bankrupt Elkaras family, which was also the reason why she could barely afford to explore magic.
Mages are very expensive, so they are usually only found in noble families.
Is that enough?
Ira patted Vera's head as she lay on the table examining the blood crystals, ignoring the broad chest that had formed a beautiful shape on the table, and waited for her reply.
"Enough! Enough!"
Vera, however, looked delighted, replying happily, "Of course I'm very satisfied with the blood crystals condensed by the cruel blood witch herself!"
This title, "Cruel Blood Witch," was Ira's former title among mages. He always felt that the title was both innocent and childish, but he couldn't shake it off.
After he became the "Chief Regent of the Empire," this title was no longer mentioned.
"Don't call me that..."
So Ira, after giving that answer, only showed an embarrassed expression, and then decisively left Vera's room. But before stepping out of the room, he turned back and said, "If my design is correct, you only need to cast the spell three or four times in total."
"Okay, okay, I'll do it ten times, no matter what! Go, go, go!"
"..."
Speechless, Ira left Vera's room with a "go away, go away" sound, like a pet being chased away. He looked through the window of the room in the Demon King's Castle corridor and watched the little fairy maid sealing several bottles of collected wine by the light.
This kind of thing is definitely better left to petite, delicate girls.
The amount of wine found in the forest was only a dozen or so bottles, which is probably the output of the white-ball monkeys for more than ten years. After all, they simply stored the excess fruit in suitable tree holes.
Afterwards, under the control of the demon dog trainer, the monkeys, apart from eating and sleeping normally, would use a reasonable method to accelerate the brewing of white fruit wine with yeast.
This forms an industrial chain.
It is foreseeable that the white monkey will not have a good ending. After all, demon dog trainers are demons, and their training methods rely on the contract between souls to forcibly bind them. In a sense, it can be considered a slave contract.
But the world doesn't really have animal protection associations or anything like that.
Next, we need to check on the situation at the trading port, see if the keel of the trading ships has been completed, then check on the transplant team, then check on the demon hound trainers, and then check on the gravel used for paving the roads…
Again……
"..."
"Hahoo...hahoo..."
Ira took a deep breath, gently leaning against the windowsill in the corridor to catch his breath. He closed his eyes briefly and immediately felt the onslaught of sleepiness... In fact, he had been sleeping much more since arriving in the Demon King's territory.
Now I can get at least five hours of sleep.
But aside from sleeping, his work became even more complicated. Perhaps... those troublesome requests and formalities from the Empire, while extremely irritating, were actually a form of protection for his body.
Not at all. It's just that Iraq is being too diligent these days.
But actually, at this time, many monsters are still working, such as those Ira mentioned above... although some of them are changing shifts, while others don't need sleep at all.
"..."
Forget it, I'll check on those things tomorrow morning... Now I'll go find Mr. Lyme to get something to eat, go back to my room to think about a strategy for expanding farmland and population simultaneously, and then go to sleep.
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"..."
"Huff... huff..."
Mr. Lime, who was carrying a plate of blueberry jam toast and a plate of meat sauce with tree sap and beef strips, looked at Ira, who was lying on the kitchen table breathing evenly and sleeping. After a moment of hesitation, he gently placed the food next to Ira.
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