◎The one that bit the farmer must be a fiery snake!◎
During the reign of the previous Demon King, the demon soldiers of the Demon King's army, although they were the best treated demons, could only barely get enough food every day.
This cannot be blamed on the previous Demon King's problematic hunting methods that led to food shortages. Although the food source of the Demon King's army of tens of thousands of demon soldiers at the time mostly relied on tribute from other demons, their granaries were never empty due to constant conquests and exterminations, and were more than enough to feed the demon soldiers.
But the problem is, in the eyes of the former Demon King, the demon soldiers are just slaves of a higher level. Giving them food is to prevent them from starving to death and to enable them to take up arms and fight when necessary. The saved food can be stored in the granary for emergency use. Even if the meat rots, the demon soldiers cannot be given additional meals - after all, how can the demon soldiers enjoy the same treatment of being well fed and well fed as him, the Demon King?
The new Demon King, Warren, has a completely different approach from the previous Demon King.
He was committed to feeding the demon soldiers well every day, and even assigned eight demon chefs to be responsible for the meals of the Demon King's army and to prepare delicious food for the demon soldiers in various ways.
His idea was that the demon soldiers, who originally only needed to bask in the sun and occasionally fight, now had to undergo arduous training every day. In addition to hunting competitions, they also had to take turns going out hunting in small teams. With such a heavy task, of course they had to be rewarded with delicious food.
So Warren really didn't understand why the magic soldiers had to do so much more every day than before, but they looked more energetic day by day. Not only were they full of energy during training and hunting during the day, but they even jumped around and sang beside the lava lake at night.
The Dark Iron Dwarves whose tribe was very close to the lava lake couldn't stand their noise, and came to complain to him with huge dark circles under their eyes!
Warren, puzzled, simply left the Demon King's Palace under the cover of night and walked all the way to the lava lake. From a distance, he saw a group of demon soldiers howling and throwing mud at each other in the lake. There were also many demon soldiers standing by the lake, patting their bellies to cheer on the demon soldiers fighting in the mud. The song they were singing was actually "Today is a Good Day" that Warren had taught them.
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Warren: “…”
It turns out that these Demon Huskies are just too energetic, right?
So the Demon King's Small Classroom plan, which he had been planning for a long time but had not yet figured out the teaching content, was officially launched.
The members attending the class included not only the magic soldiers, but also all the familiars and Dark Iron Dwarves, and even the goblin Barlow was notified to participate in the study.
Everyone who received the notice was full of anticipation - this was their king teaching in person! Even if they had never heard of the word "study", no matter what the king wanted them to do, it was an honor!
That night, by the lava lake, they ran over after dinner and sat down neatly around the podium, waiting for Warren to appear.
The brilliance of the blood moon in the sky was no match for the intense night in the Demon Realm, but the scorching light from the lava lake was even better. Although the vision was not as clear as during the day, when the Demon King calmly walked onto the podium, all the demons became nervous and excited and quieted down.
Warren looked around, smiled slightly, and moved his fingers imperceptibly to open the card system.
[Card: Aesop's Fables]
[Aesop's Fables
Quality R
Type prop card
Use: Activate the card and get a copy of Aesop's Fables
Comment: I have nothing to do, listen to the story]
After spending ten magic crystals to draw this prop card, reading Aesop's fables all night and realizing that it was just an ordinary storybook, Warren decisively classified this book as a textbook for the demon clan.
Although it is not very useful, this kind of light-hearted and educational little story is very suitable as an introduction material in the early stage of class. At least it is definitely more interesting than learning mathematics.
Warren initially had the idea of opening a class because the familiars and demon soldiers could not even do the simplest counting, which greatly slowed down the progress of training and hunting. Compared with using the identity of the Demon King to force the demons to do math problems, voluntary learning would definitely be more effective.
Thinking of this, he spoke slowly, his tone neither hurried nor slow.
"Today I will tell you a story about a farmer and a snake."
His voice was mellow and elegant, and when he spoke, his pauses and stress were just right. From time to time he would add some simple background explanations and modal particles, and supplement many details based on the actual situation in the Demon Realm, telling a story that gave people a sense of being there.
For the demons present, this story was already full of twists and turns.
When they heard that the snake was frozen, they smacked their lips and couldn't help thinking about the taste of snake meat. Then when they heard that the farmer decided to save the snake, many demons showed expressions of confusion. Later, when the farmer was bitten to death by the snake, many demons showed regret.
When Warren finished the story and announced the end of get out of class, the scene suddenly became lively. All the demons were discussing the story and exchanging opinions with each other.
"This snake that repays kindness with enmity must be a Voldifire Snake," some demons discussed the species of snakes. "I heard that Voldifire Snakes will freeze solid if they are far away from the lava zone. Humph, next time we will go to the lava swamp to catch it, what a bad snake!"
Some demons were wondering if the snake had killed the farmer on purpose: "The king has already said that the snake was frightened. Who else would lie still when they wake up and are held in the arms of a strange demon? They would definitely fight back!"
Of course, more demons were arguing about whether the farmer should save the snake.
The potato-collecting team members had different concerns: "Farmer? Does this farmer demon feed himself by farming? Is it like we grow potatoes?"
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Warren did not participate in this heated discussion about the farmer and the snake. After telling the story, he leisurely returned to the Devil's palace, closed the door, changed his clothes and went to bed.
As for the fact that the team of magic soldiers responsible for hunting ran to the lava swamp, stared at the fire snake in circles, and tried to drag the snake to a place without lava to freeze it and then rescue it, Warren said that he did not expect this group of magic soldiers to be so practical, and he could only remind them repeatedly to pay attention to safety with a smile and tears.
In any case, this wonderful little story gave the demon soldiers, whose only entertainment activities were lava swimming and throwing mud at each other, a new topic to talk about. It also had a greater impact on the familiars who had never left the Demon King's Palace for generations, and the Dark Iron Dwarves who had been forging weapons. In the huge Demon King's Palace, voices discussing the farmer and the snake could be heard everywhere.
The next day, all the demons were looking forward to the arrival of night.
When the blood moon arrived as expected, the Demon King walked onto the podium amid the cheers of the demons. He cleared his throat, and instead of continuing to tell the story as the demons had imagined, he took out a basket of eggs from behind.
"I originally had one egg, and then I picked up another egg. How many eggs do I have now?"
"There are three eggs here, and the roast chicken laid two more eggs. How many eggs are there now?"
"I have five eggs and I eat three. How many eggs are left?"
Demons: "...What what egg?"
Everyone was dumbfounded by the torrential rain of math problems.
The Dark Iron Dwarves were fine. Their forging work was closely related to numbers. Not only did they have a solid foundation, most of them were proficient in addition and subtraction within ten, but they also had a natural sensitivity to numbers and quickly caught up with Warren's progress.
The demon soldiers and their familiars were stunned and dazed after listening to the words "eggs". They were still dazed at the end of the get out of class. When they went to bed at night, their minds were full of how many eggs the roasted chicken had laid.
The after-class thinking question left by the Demon King at the end of class: "A roast chicken laid five eggs. Two of them hatched chicks. One was picked up. How many eggs are left?" made many demons scratch their heads.
Normally, one could get the correct answer by just asking the Dark Iron Dwarves, but the one who set this question was the Demon King, and none of the demon soldiers who had loyal faith in their king were willing to be perfunctory, so they would rather count with their fingers and work hard to get the answer right.
The roasted chicken opened his eyes and saw a bunch of demons squatting in front of his nest counting eggs, which made him feel very stressed.
After a few days, there were finally no more demons gathering near the chicken coop. It wasn't because they had all learned it, but because the scope of the demon king's math problems quickly expanded from eggs to potatoes, fried meat, and small stones. In the end, even the demons themselves could not escape and were included in the subjects of the math problems.
What no one expected was that, in addition to the Dark Iron Dwarves, the Goblin Barro's speed in learning mathematics was also outstanding. As a literal native Goblin, Barro had less exposure to numbers than the familiars, but he quickly understood the meaning of addition and subtraction, and even mastered addition within 20 before many Dark Iron Dwarves.
The magic soldiers who were part of the potato-collecting team like Barlow were very happy: "Great, come and help us explain how this is calculated?"
During normal work, the demon soldiers were very friendly to Barlow, and because he was physically weak and had poor combat power, they would help him from time to time.
Although this preferential treatment was initially due to the Demon King's specific instructions to get along well with the goblins, as Barlow gradually revealed his cheerful personality after he was no longer panicked and afraid, and his efficient potato-finding ability saved a lot of time, the demon soldiers of the potato-collecting team soon became friends with him, and their friendliness became genuine.
Therefore, Barlow was also willing to help his fellow magic soldiers: "No problem! What don't you understand?"
"There is a demon standing next to the lava lake," the demon soldier gestured, "and then I walked to the lava lake and asked how many demons are there next to the lava lake now?"
Barlow: “…”
Isn’t this just one plus one?
For a moment, he was a little suspicious about what the big demon had learned in all these days. He scratched his ears and explained seriously: "Look, there was originally one demon, and now there is another one. Doesn't that mean there are two demons?"
The demon soldier was confused: "But you are also by the lava lake? Aren't there three of them?"
Barlow: "I'm not in the question, just assume I'm not there."
The demon soldier looked disapproving, "How could I assume you weren't here? You're clearly here!"
Barlow: “…”
He buried his face in the dirt in despair.
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