Is it still too heavy? Let's design a structure that allows the wooden barrels on the cart to be poured directly into the magic pool.
"You can go back first, but you can leave the tools behind. You can use the spare buckets and carts to work for now. I'll see if I can modify the structure to make your work here easier."
As Ira mentally memorized the height of the cart, he spoke these words, estimating the height and gesturing for the little imps to go back first... Throughout this process, the chubby, curious imp watched the whole time.
"Understood, Lord Ira!"
"Whoosh! Lord Ira is invincible!"
"Then we'll be going now..."
Wait, I only said I'd see if it could be changed, I didn't say it could definitely be changed!
"By the way, Lady Ira, the demonic insects don't have much intelligence now and might bite you, so please be merciful."
Hearing the little imp's explanation as it turned its head, Ira casually waved her hand in response, "If I get bitten, then we can just send demonic insects to the battlefield, don't worry~"
"..."
Hmm, perhaps we could design a sloping platform leading up to the magic pool, but that would...
Ira raised his head to fill in the structure, and then he saw a small, short hand resting on the edge of the magic pool, watching him, constantly chewing on a magical insect from a giant bee's body, blocking the area he was planning.
"Excuse me~"
With Ira's gentle reminder, the curious little demonic insect obediently returned to the magic pool, splashing and swimming away to other places... These lowly creatures seemed to have an intuition; they sensed it—
The extreme oppression stemming from race is even greater than the difference between mortals and gods.
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