Not long after the meeting ended, and almost as soon as Yinla finished breakfast, the various leaders had already compiled a list of suitable candidates related to cement and submitted it to Sirina for final review.
At this moment, a group of werewolves with no magical talent, along with lesser demons, goblins, and constructs, totaling about two hundred people, had gathered in this open space. They looked at Yinra expectantly, waiting for their new job.
These little monsters are really looking forward to their new jobs...
The lesser goblin is simply willing to dedicate himself to the Demon Lord's territory, and he thinks that this kind of work, which requires strict secrecy, is quite important and quite cool... Whether it's cool or not is another matter, but it is indeed very important.
The structures are usually quite idle. After building the dock and pounding the ground, they no longer have any work to do, so they are always on standby. They are happy to move around, otherwise they might rust or sprout.
As for the werewolves... they were probably survivors of a catastrophe.
Torture is a relative thing. It wasn't just Wolfe who felt tormented by teaching these werewolves with poor literacy skills; the werewolves, who were being taught but couldn't learn no matter what, also felt tormented.
These little monsters showed not a trace of fear or confusion about the future... In contrast, if commoners were suddenly gathered together by nobles in the empire, they might not be particularly panicked, but whispers and suspicious glances would always be present.
However, the Demon King's Territory is different. Everyone (the monsters) here knows that their work will not change in essence—it will all be about making the Demon King's Territory a better place, or about striving to maintain the good things that have already been built.
The more one knows about these monsters, a race so resolute it could be described as foolish or fanatical, the more one can understand how selfless and far-sighted the nobles were during the fall of their kingdom, and how powerful the rulers were.
But as the empire gradually gained the upper hand, and the consuls remained powerful, some things changed...
Good morning, everyone.
As Yinla stood before the monsters, he spoke these words. He did not stand on a high platform, but rather stood at the same level as everyone else, even shorter than the towering werewolves.
Yinla did not need a high position to prove his status, not because status did not need to be proven, but because proof itself was unnecessary; he never considered himself exceptionally noble.
"It seems that people are still unclear about what happened. To put it simply... I developed a building material that is highly malleable and, once malleable, resistant to corrosion and rain. I named it cement."
As Yinla spoke, he looked intently at the puzzled monsters. He paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "However, there's no point in saying all this... But your work afterward is extremely important."
"..."
The monsters were filled with respect for Yinla's words. Yinla hardly needed to say anything more; simply stating that "the work ahead is very important" was enough to make them feel a sense of responsibility and honor.
They didn't ask about the pay because their original jobs didn't pay either, and they didn't wonder if the new job would be more tiring because they weren't afraid of being tired at all.
They did not feel a sense of superiority... Honor and superiority do not necessarily have to coexist.
“If I were the lord of the empire, I would distribute more silver coins than ordinary farmers… But in the Demon King’s territory, you have nowhere to spend your silver coins, so I will distribute the rewards in other ways.”
As he spoke, Yinla looked at the monsters who were quietly waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath and changed his words, saying, "No, not as a reward, but as a thank you... All of our leaders have always been grateful for everything you have done for the Demon King's territory."
"Together with you monsters, after the end of each quarter's work, we can drink some white wine to celebrate. Because the production is limited, everyone can only drink a little bit."
As Yinla said this, he held up his finger and made a "just a little bit" gesture. Because of the sheer number of monsters, the amount of alcohol each person received was really limited, but even so...
Oh oh oh oh!
!
"Yay!"
!
"Lady Yinla! Ahhhhh!"
"Thank you, Lord Yinla!"
"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
"..."
Even so, these little monsters still began to cheer for a long time... causing Yinla to swallow the words that were to be said later: "However, when large quantities of White Ball Wine are to be sold, the amount of White Ball Wine available for drinking may be even less."
It is a well-known principle that when you promise to give your people money every week, you should actually give them money every week, instead of gradually turning it into every month or every quarter.
Moreover, instead of simply promising to pay every quarter, it's better to actually pay every month... This approach actually fosters greater loyalty.
However, the Demon King's territory is not lacking in loyal followers.
This gratitude is truly just gratitude... It is the gratitude of Yinla and the other leaders for their selfless contributions to the wonderful family of Demon King's Territory, which they treat like family.
Except for Vera, who had been brainwashed by aristocratic ideas and felt indifferent, everyone else agreed with Illa's approach.
...
Compared to that medieval-looking empire, compared to that duchy that was bound to become money-driven, compared to the Silvermoon Tree Garden that was bound to become a super mascot and whose material needs were too low...
The Demon King's territory is the closest to the prototype of Yinla's past world...
If it weren't for the AI's rebellion, that eternal federation should have existed forever—the Galactic Federation that had reached the pinnacle of civilization visible to the naked eye, a federation that had become incredibly powerful.
"Although today isn't the end of the quarter, you can still have a little bit of baijiu after work. I'll share my jar with you all~"
As Yinla said this, and then, predictably...
"oh oh!
Lady Inra is amazing!
"Lady Yinla, we love you dearly!"
"..."
Seeing the monsters causing chaos again, Yinla wasn't annoyed, she just watched them with a smile... How should I put it? These monsters are really very easy to understand.
These little demons are willing to die for the Demon King's territory... So, would they be willing to die for Yinla? When did they start being willing to die for me?
Yinla thought about this, then pondered for a moment and came to an answer; perhaps, this answer was destined the moment he officially joined the Demon King's territory, unknowingly—
...
The answer was... yes.
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