◎Xiaolong’s favorite roasted chicken flavored lollipop!◎
Early the next morning, Warren took the mushroom flowerpot and went to find the industrial team leader Tiechui, ready to experiment with the method of making paper.
There were many large and small wooden scraps left in the construction team's warehouse, which were moved out by the team members and placed in the open space in front of the warehouse.
The dragon, who happened to be on vacation today, stuck to Warren and happily bit the lollipop that Warren stuffed into his mouth. He waved his fingers in the air, and the powerful magic power instantly moved out all the remaining wood waste in the warehouse.
Several bone demons came forward, holding short knives in their hands, and carefully peeled the wood. After all the bark was removed, they crushed it into pieces, put them into a large clay pot, stuffed a dozen lava slimes into it, and then steamed it over a high fire.
Warren spent most of the day studying the papermaking steps written on the cards, but he only understood this step.
He could only rely on his imagination and let the demons use the same magic as sifting red stone to sift out the impurities in the pulp after cooking. Then he spread the pulp on a huge stone slab, flattened it with rollers, and prepared to wait for the sun to dry it.
"I can use my dragon breath to dry it out," the little dragon gently tugged at the sleeve of the demon king, and said as if to take credit, "My dragon breath is much faster than the sun!"
Warren touched his dragon horn and nodded: "Take your time, start with the stone slab on the far right, and don't make the temperature too high."
The dragon nodded happily, and suddenly spread its wings behind it, maintaining its half-human, half-dragon form, and flew to the front of the stone slab. Considering that this kind of paper was very fragile, he did not dare to spit dragon breath directly, but stretched out his right hand and slowly used magic to increase the temperature of the air nearby. Soon, the paper pulp was dried and turned into strands of yellow-brown paste, which was pasted on the stone slab.
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Even though he didn't know what the Demon King was going to do, just by looking at his ugly appearance, Xiao Long knew that he had definitely failed. He drooped his head pitifully and turned to look at his own king. Although he didn't know why he had done something wrong, he still apologized with a wronged look: "I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault. You did a great job." Warren had already walked over, picked up the dried pulp on the slate, rubbed it gently, and watched the pulp break into countless small particles. "There was something wrong with the previous steps."
He clapped his hands and directed everyone to mix the pulp evenly enough. He also tried adding a few fewer lava slimes. After struggling for a whole morning, he barely got a rough paper surface that could be peeled off into a whole piece.
However, the paper was very grainy, with an uneven surface and a strange yellowish-brown color. It was far inferior to the paper quality of the two books that Warren had drawn from the system.
He sighed, but did not give up and continued to work on improving the papermaking process.
After following him closely and observing for so long, the dragon finally understood the direction of his king's improvement. He hugged Warren's wrist and said, "King, our dragon clan has a magic that can create hurricanes. If we use this magic to mix the pulp and then use purification magic to remove impurities, is that okay?"
Warren's eyes lit up: "You try it."
Then the dragon took two steps forward, waving his hands solemnly and chanting an obscure spell.
Warren, who was closest to the dragon, heard clearly that the spell he was muttering was "potato and meat floss roll". He couldn't help laughing for a moment and decided to prepare some delicious snacks for the greedy little dragon at noon.
Soon, the hurricane magic separated the pulp evenly, the impurities were thrown into the trash can next to it, and the remaining part was directly ironed and dried, cut into thin paper sheets, and neatly stacked together.
The dragon puffed out his chest with pride and handed the stack of papers to the devil: "Is this ok?"
Even when he saw the powerful dragon with a body that covered the sky and the sun attacking the Demon King's Palace, Warren did not feel this kind of shock from the bottom of his heart. He excitedly picked up the little dragon and spun him around: "You are awesome!"
Although the paper was still yellowish brown, it was thin and evenly proportioned enough to write on with a feather dipped in black paint, and the beautiful strokes were straight and even.
"I remember Tok once said that the lich tribe has a curse magic to mark enemies, which can turn the color of marked objects into grayish white," Warren rubbed his fingertips and asked the bone demon to call a lich. "Try to see if you can use the color-changing magic on these papers."
The lich nodded and skillfully cast the curse magic, and the yellow-brown paper turned into a slightly grayish white.
"This kind of curse magic can be replaced by a magic circle," the lich scratched his head embarrassedly after being praised by the Demon King, "but if this kind of engraved magic circle is to be used for a long time, it may require the assistance of a machine."
Warren nodded.
After figuring out the paper manufacturing process, he quickly organized a papermaking team, transferred the Demon Dragon from the construction team, and made him responsible for the paper manufacturing of the Demon King's Palace.
Industrial captain Tiechui took on the task of manufacturing magic machines and led the forging team to research papermaking machinery.
Xiaolong, whose salary had skyrocketed as he undertook most of the papermaking tasks, was also very happy and danced with joy. After the first month's salary was issued, he happily saved up his little piggy bank and bought a wicker basket of lollipops. He gave a few pieces to the goblin Xili and the winged demon York, and stuffed the rest into the Demon King's palace.
He handed a large basket of lollipops to Warren like he was offering a treasure: "These are my favorite roast chicken flavored lollipops!"
At this time, Warren was fiddling with the pot of black mushrooms that had grown to more than a meter tall because he carried them with him when strolling around the Demon King's Palace. He looked at the cheerful little dragon, patted his head with his eyes bent, and said, "Thank you, I won't eat it, you can keep it for yourself."
Xiaolong immediately used space magic to stuff the lollipop back under his bed, moving so fast as if he was afraid that the Demon King would go back on his word. He moved closer to the Demon King, tilted his head and gently rubbed the Demon King's shoulder, trying to act cute: "Then, my king, am I not considered a member of the Demon King's Palace management?"
"Hmm?" Warren raised his eyebrows and finally looked away from the black mushroom. "What's wrong?"
"Don't the rules of the Demon King's Palace say that if you want to be a member of the management, you need to pass the magic and mathematics advanced exams?" Xiaolong asked nervously, "Captain Tiechui said he is not sure whether I am a member of the management now. Can I not be a member of the management?"
Warren's mouth twitched slightly.
He wondered why this stingy little dragon suddenly gave him a lollipop, it turned out that he was afraid of being caught and forced to learn math!
However, Warren had no intention of letting the dragon continue to learn advanced mathematics. This was not only torturing the little dragon, but also torturing himself: "Don't worry, you don't have to manage other demons, just do a good job of papermaking."
Xiaolong cheered immediately.
"The first math textbook has been compiled. Just go find Feiuna," Warren held the dragon's head and gave him detailed instructions. "The Nightmare Demon has developed a magic feather pen that can write automatically. Prepare the ink and copy down all the math textbooks. Then you can provide them to the cubs at the school."
Knowing that he didn't have to take math lessons, the dragon wagged his tail happily. He didn't mind letting the cubs feel the beating of math. He patted his chest and said, "Okay, I'll do it now!"
Warren smiled, and was about to let the little dragon go and call Tiechui over, when he suddenly remembered that this dragon had also been active since before the barrier of the Demon Realm was opened. The Demon Dragon usually behaved like an eight-year-old child, and Warren often forgot the fact that this guy had lived for tens of thousands of years.
"Wait," he pulled the dragon back by its tail, "Do you know the sacred tree of life of the natural elves?"
The dragon tilted his head and said innocently, "Isn't that the tree of life in your flowerpot?"
Warren was shocked by his matter-of-fact tone: "You knew this all along?"
He drew the card [A Strange Mushroom] when the Demon Feast had just ended, and it has been more than half a year now. The Stone Demon Chief and the Fallen Angel who knew about the Holy Tree of Life had never observed the mushroom closely before he asked. But Xiaolong would sneak into the Demon King's Palace from time to time to eat and drink, and he must have seen this mushroom at least ten times, but he had never mentioned it!
"Ah," Xiaolong scratched his ear stupidly, "I thought you stole it from the natural elves."
What he said was so natural that Warren didn't know how to refute it for a moment. Finally, he sighed and said, "No, this is the species of the Holy Tree of Life. It is not the same tree as the one of the Natural Elves."
The dragon said "oh".
"When I was in the Dragon Clan, I wasn't familiar with the Nature Elves. Later, after I learned dark magic, we had even less contact," he recalled what happened in the past and angrily complained to the Demon King, "Those Nature Elves are so mean. Every time I get close to their Elf Forest, they release Nature Magic at me! I obviously didn't do anything. I just didn't control my Dragon Breath when I passed by that forest when I was a kid!"
Warren sympathized with the nature elves in his heart for a second.
After scratching his head and thinking for a long time, Xiaolong finally remembered another thing related to the natural elves: "Their tree of life seems to be planted in the fountain of life. It is said that the fountain of life is connected to the entire Elf Forest, so it can expand the magic range of the tree of life to the maximum."
"Where should this mushroom be planted? In the lava lake?" Warren poked the mushroom stem, a little hesitant, "Will it be cooked?"
"No," Xiaolong waved his hands and said confidently, "It absorbed the power of faith. The magic power it contains is stronger than mine. Maybe it's only slightly weaker than you, my king. It will be fine!"
So the dragon actually knew that the Tree of Life absorbed the power of faith? Warren looked at the dragon thoughtfully.
For this dragon that has lived for tens of thousands of years, many things are already common sense, and if you don't ask, he won't even remember to say them.
Being stared at by such strange eyes, Xiaolong cautiously tucked his tail between his legs: "My king? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Warren smiled, "I just suddenly felt that your potential is much greater than I thought."
Xiaolong was very happy to be praised by the king. Just when he was about to show off, he became alert: "Wait, do you want me to learn mathematics? I really don't have the potential!"
Warren held his forehead with his hand: "... Don't worry, you don't need to learn math. Go to work, and call Tiechui for me."
The black mushroom has taken shape, and he feels that it is time to test how powerful this link derived from the Tree of Life is.
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