The creation process of "Bee Flower Snow Moon" is not complicated. It involves mixing extracts from the bee's stinger sac, and the resulting clear condensate is a perfume with a refreshing fragrance.
This process also required Vera to break it down in detail, teach the little demons step by step, and build a suitable assembly line production site... Before she knew it, it seemed to have turned into a cotton plantation.
Yes, it didn't turn into a factory, but into a cotton plantation, since the lesser demons are the Demon King's slaves.
However, there are differences. Slaves on cotton plantations are whipped until they fall unconscious, while lesser demons in perfume workshops voluntarily work themselves into unconsciousness... The little fairies who are supposed to be in charge of management may also try to supervise them until they themselves fall unconscious.
It's a rather tooth-grinding situation.
Moreover, after a brief respite, the merfolk leader also approached Sirina and brought up the matter of magical armor... Their companion sword merfolk did indeed require piercing magical armor.
Just like the horseshoes of a horse.
Metal production is low in areas controlled by monsters, and even scarcer near the Demon King's territory. However, in terms of [magical equipment], it is not far behind other countries.
Or rather, this is actually the advantage of monsters—many monsters are born with magical armor, such as some insectoids with shells, black knights who are born with armor, and headless knights.
However, there are actually quite a few races that don't have magical armor.
Even so, unlike other races that are somewhat weak without armor and robes, monsters, as long as they have enough nutrition and grow up normally, have a sufficiently high lower limit.
In other words, monsters are a race whose upper limit is not too low... still quite good, but whose lower limit is definitely not low, compared to other members of the same race.
However, because of this, it's probably impossible to find a single magic craftsman within the Demon King's territory right now... Vera might know a little about magic spell construction, but as for things like metallurgy, there's no need to consider her at all.
Perhaps only magic-based characters can get Vera's help.
Small magical armor for beastmen should undoubtedly use metal as its carrier... Perhaps we can only buy it from the orcs, since the magical armor they use is quite similar to the current needs of the Demon King's territory.
After all, the leader's weapons are also things like claws and spikes.
The magic armor of the dwarves is too exquisite (and expensive) to be mass-produced; the duchies are also an option, but most of them only know how to forge armor and weapons in a conventional way, and do not accept many custom orders.
Upon closer examination, the best approach is still to produce magical equipment using an assembly line. Although it would require training a craftsman to inscribe spells, assigning less technically demanding tasks to lesser demons would be far more efficient than having the craftsman manufacture the equipment himself.
However, let Vera handle these parts for now...
As Ira thought this, he gently turned a page of the book, looking at the book in his hand, which seemed to be a storybook, with great pleasure. It was rare for him to be so relaxed as he was today; he had been busy with work for the past few days and hadn't been sleeping well.
"..."
"Yawn~"
Ira yawned softly. Realizing he was already leaning on the table to read, he turned and drew the curtains, then lay down on the bed, reading by the little light filtering through the curtains.
This is naturally not good for eyesight, but the "person" named Ira is no longer human, and as the governor, he doesn't need to care about that.
In the end, Ira managed to fall asleep in bed fully clothed, with the books placed beside him. This was a rare afternoon nap for him.
If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably sleep straight through until evening...
"..."
"Knock knock knock~"
There was a soft knock on Ira's door, and his eyelids twitched in his sleep... Although the knock was very soft, if he couldn't wake up at this rate, then he wouldn't be Ira.
Or perhaps he's not asleep but unconscious, and he wouldn't care about such a commotion. But if someone tries to kill the unconscious Ira... then Ira's proof as the [Chief] will show that person what cruelty is.
"..."
The person outside seemed to hesitate for a moment before gently trying again, accompanied by a soft call: "Knock knock knock~ Mr. Ira, are you in the room?"
It was the voice of Satan.
Ira sat up, shook his groggy head, and then naturally walked to the door and opened it, where he saw Satan Ye, who was startled by his sudden opening of the door.
Is this kind of courage okay?
Beside Satan was a flying sprite. Seeing Ira open the door, she seemed unable to wave because she was carrying a bowl, so she simply nodded in greeting.
Iraq
"grown ups"
Ira nodded. He seemed about to say something, but first yawned and asked, "Yawn~ Good afternoon, Satan Ye, and little fairy... Is there anything I can help you with? I just fell asleep."
She fell asleep... Oh dear...
"..."
"..."
Satan Ye and the little fairy exchanged a glance, then simultaneously realized something and showed embarrassed expressions. The little fairy, who couldn't lie, explained, "Well, Lady Sirina found me and Lady Satan Ye and asked us to bring you some calming soup."
In other words, does Shilina think I haven't been resting well lately?
Ira thought to herself, and then couldn't help but yawn... even though it was indeed true.
"Hmm, Hillina said that you've been sleeping very late lately, Mr. Ira, so she hoped that you could go to bed earlier after drinking the soup... Did we wake you up?"
Although Ira felt apologetic for Satan Ye's question, she still patted her head and told the truth: "Well, I guess so; but I appreciate your and Sirina's kindness."
I wanted Ira to get some rest, so I brought her some calming soup. Then, waking her up after she'd finally managed to take an afternoon nap is like waking someone up and asking, "Are you asleep? Go to sleep!"
Isn't this completely contrary to expectations?
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ira.”
"sorry"
"Lord Ira"
Looking at the loli demon king counting ants with her head down and her tail tucked between her legs, and the mini loli fairy counting ants with her head down and her wings drooping and waving casually, Ira just couldn't get angry.
Although he couldn't possibly be angry for such a reason.
"It's okay, I've already rested for a while."
As he spoke, Ira straightened his collar, placed the warm cup of osmanthus soup on the table, and looked at Satan Ye, saying, "Do you have any official business? If not, come with me to see how the construction of the trade port is going?"
"Hmm~"
"..."
Because Iraq never cares.
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