◎The thief who stole the treasure◎
"How come you have such a rich imagination?" Warren rubbed the goblin Siri's head with a smile and explained in a gentle voice, "This is soybean oil, an edible seasoning, but it's not finished yet."
After waiting for about half an hour, the soybean oil in the wooden barrel was seen to be divided into two layers with distinct colors. The upper layer was carefully poured into the pottery jar and soaked in the magma, while the magic soldiers used magic to collect the substance overflowing from the pottery jar.
Before long, only thick black mucus remained at the bottom of the pottery jar, while the part collected by the magic soldier was a light yellow transparent liquid.
"Is this soybean oil?" As a chef, Keji was the most sensitive to ingredients among the demons. He looked left and right at the can of soybean oil and asked in surprise, "My lord, this looks a bit like the leftover animal oil from frying meat!"
Whether they are making pancakes, omelettes or cooking, they are all using animal oil. However, the amount of animal oil obtained from frying meat is not much, so they always have to use it sparingly. If soybeans can also be squeezed to produce oil, then there will be no need to worry about not having oil to eat!
Warren nodded. The soybean oil they had just made was different from what was shown on the card, both in terms of the steps and the final product. Therefore, Warren was not sure about the effect: "Let's try it first."
Taking out a rock iron pan specially used for cooking, Keji carefully dripped a few drops of soybean oil into the pan, then slowly heated up the bottom of the pan, cracked the egg shell, and prepared to make an omelette.
When the aroma of the fried egg overflowed, he was so excited that he tiptoed on the spot, raised his head happily, and almost flipped the fried egg out of the pan: "The egg is not burnt, soybean oil can replace animal oil!"
He couldn't wait to serve the fried eggs, and happily brought them to Warren: "My king, you try it first!"
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Warren took it with a smile, cut the fried egg into several pieces with a knife, and shared it with everyone.
The taste is similar to eggs fried with animal oil, but it is no longer greasy and instead has a fresh soybean fragrance.
In the past, the demons would definitely prefer the greasy taste of meat, but now that they are full and satisfied, they no longer have an endless desire for meat. Instead, they find the aroma of these beans very novel and delicious.
Looking at each other, they cheered in unison, lifted up the Winged Demon Keji and threw him into the sky: "Your Majesty is mighty! We have soybean oil! Your Majesty is awesome!"
Keji was thrown up unexpectedly, and even forgot that he could fly. He screamed, "Catch me down!"
Warren stood aside, smiling happily with his eyes curved.
Although the magic of the demons was mostly used for violent attacks and fights, there were always smart demons who used magic to create new products, such as the forging technology of the Dark Iron Dwarves and the pottery technology of the Nightmare Demons.
However, although they created such brilliant achievements in civilization, they did not receive the good treatment they deserved. Instead, they were targeted by powerful demons and eventually became servants or lived in shame. Over time, few demons would study other uses of magic.
It was not until Warren became the Demon King and treated the demons with tolerance and an open attitude that he encouraged them to actively use magical means to improve production in areas such as potato cultivation, pottery making, and cotton weaving. Even in traditional combat and hunting, he summarized and concluded methods to rationally use magic power. Only then did the demons gradually develop the various uses of magic.
Then the brilliant light of magic illuminated the entire Demon King's Palace.
That is why, after figuring out the process of black bean oil extraction, Warren no longer worried about how to improve the oil extraction machine, but handed the job over to Sur and the Dark Iron Dwarf Chieftain Tiechui - he knew neither magic nor forging, so this kind of thing should be done by professional magicians.
The growth of bean sprouts had not yet been completed. After he told Keji the method of making soy milk, he turned around calmly and returned to the Demon King's Palace under the admiring gazes of the demons.
"It seems that it wasn't a bad thing that I drew the Demon King's ID card," he chatted with the system in his mind, "If I were just an ordinary demon, even if I could learn magic, I would only be strong in force. Demons are all long-lived. In a hundred years, I might not even be able to defeat the Blood Wolf Clan leader, let alone repair the broken Savia continent."
[As long as you are happy.]
The system replied dryly, without revealing any information.
"But the Demon King's Palace is still too chaotic now," Warren shook his head, sat on the throne, propped up his chin with one hand, and looked at the information recorded in the memo. "Many of the legion's magic soldiers work in pottery factories, construction teams, and textile factories. Many of them have multiple jobs and are so busy that they can easily make mistakes."
In fact, Warren had thought about this problem long before the Nightmare Demons came to the Demon Palace.
As more and more new professions appeared in the Demon King's Palace, the work tasks of the demons became more complicated. The unclear responsibilities and division of labor led to a lot of troubles. For example, after the wicker baskets were woven, there was no demon to take them over, or the potato planting team had to wait for their members for a long time before they found out that the demon had gone to work on the construction team.
Fortunately, the demons didn't have so many complicated thoughts. If no demon came to take the wicker basket, they would carry it over themselves. If they couldn't wait for the team members, they would work harder to complete the task themselves. They never complained a word.
But this kind of thing is ultimately a hidden danger. Warren has been thinking about ways to solve the problem. To this end, he opened a pottery factory and a textile factory and fixed the daily work of each demon, but it was not of much use.
"Once the soybean oil-pressing machine is made, we will have to reorganize the teams and factories in the Demon King's Palace."
Warren sighed and scratched his hair in confusion. His silver-white hair fell on his shoulders, like a layer of gauze woven by moonlight.
"Select the demons responsible for each project, determine the number of demons in the factory based on the content and workload, and then assign positions according to each demon's ability and willingness - would this be better? Well, perhaps I can call Soul and the others to discuss this together."
He had no experience and it was his first time as a demon lord. He made policies entirely by observation and thinking, and it was really difficult for him to come up with a better management method.
[You overlooked an important thing.]
The card system listened quietly to Warren talking to himself, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him.
[Raising chickens and planting potatoes have completely different work intensities. The difference between planting 100 potatoes a day and planting 5 potatoes a day is even greater, but the food that the working demons get every day is the same. What do you think the demons will choose to do?]
Warren was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously retorted: "The demons in our Demon King's Palace are all very hardworking, and there is no such thing as laziness!"
[It has only been less than half a year since they started working and earning enough to eat, and they haven’t learned to be lazy yet.]
The system pointed out ruthlessly.
[If you don't change your current practices, you are teaching them how to be lazy. No matter how hardworking and capable the demons are, they will eventually be assimilated by laziness, and even be laughed at by lazy people for being stupid. Once the demons learn to be lazy, it will be too late to change.]
Warren was silent.
Although he was reluctant to think badly of his own silly demon clan, he knew that what the system said made sense - besides, there was a difference between working hard and doing one's best. For example, in the hunting competition held every eight days, the demon soldiers would catch much more prey on the competition day than usual.
"But what should we do... We can't just not give everyone enough food, right?" He was very distressed. He took a piece of clean cotton cloth and wiped the Demon King's Crown again and again. "Or should we hold competitions in other work? Compare who can weave more cotton cloth faster? This is not a long-term solution."
[I have heard these four words before.]
The system says.
[Distribution according to work.]
Warren's eyes lit up slightly.
Suddenly remembering something, he sat up straight, opened the system interface, and quickly activated the card [Celebrate the New Year with the Fragrant Wax]. He stared at the card screen carefully, and when the bustling street scene with thousands of lights appeared on the screen, he clicked pause and zoomed in on the pedestrians passing by on the street.
Pedestrians wearing festive new clothes were standing in front of a grocery store, buying firecrackers for children holding candied haws.
"What is this?" Warren pointed at the paper money in the passerby's hand and raised his voice unconsciously, "Why can this piece of paper be exchanged for something?"
The system beeped.
[Keyword detected: Answering the question requires two magic crystals, do you want to redeem?]
Warren blinked and tilted his head slightly: "Are you afraid that after you answer me, I will keep asking you questions, so you deduct two magic crystals from me before giving me the answer?"
He had long discovered that the degree of freedom of the card system was probably much greater than what appeared on the surface.
[……]
The system got angry and dinged several times in a row when the real problem was mentioned.
[Please confirm whether to redeem! ]
Warren tried to bargain: "If I promise not to talk to you for the next month, can you give me a discount?"
[Time remaining to redeem: eight seconds.]
Warren retreated: "Okay, okay, exchange!"
The system is satisfied.
But obviously, the long paragraph he just said was already an exception for him. Continuing to speak was simply a torture. The system simply popped up a window introducing currency to Warren.
[Money is the product of commodity exchange...Money can be used to pay for goods, services, and debts. It also serves as a medium of exchange and payment, and plays a vital role in social development... Early agricultural nations used shells, pearls, and jade as currency, and later metal currencies such as bronze coins were produced...]
I don't know if it was because of the two magic crystals, but the system wrote nearly a thousand words in the pop-up window. Warren studied it for most of the day, and after figuring out how to use the currency, he couldn't help but stand up from the throne and walked around excitedly.
"If we change it to a distribution-according-to-work model and each factory pays a salary, it can motivate everyone to study hard and work seriously. We can also use this opportunity to define the scope of work for each demon and reorganize the work system of each factory in the Demon King's Palace," he muttered to himself. "It is most appropriate for the Demon King's Palace to use metal coins now. As for anti-counterfeiting, well..."
Warren took out the item he had just drawn - the Black Flame Mark, and turned to look at the still shining Black Flame Mark on the armrest of the throne.
Sure enough, there are no useless cards, only hosts who don't know how to use them! The Devil's exclusive black flame mark is the perfect anti-counterfeiting mark for currency!
He was happily planning and was about to gather everyone together to discuss it when he saw Lille rushing into the hall in a hurry.
"My king, there is a lich causing trouble outside and has been captured by Captain Arabella!" Lil took a quick breath and was about to tell Warren about the lich's situation when he looked up and saw the Black Flame Mark in Warren's hand. He was stunned, "Hey, the Black Flame Mark, isn't this something that was previously placed in the treasury? Oh, my king, you caught the thief who stole the treasury! Great!"
Warren: “…”
I guess I've caught him, he thought with mixed feelings, turning his head to look at the Demon King's Crown on the throne.
After searching for so long, it turns out the thief was right next to me!
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Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2023-04-24 20:47:58~2023-04-25 16:57:39~
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