◎The Story of the Dark Mountain◎
Wearing his favorite snakeskin jacket, the goblin Barlow skipped towards the Demon King's palace.
Along the way, he happily greeted the passing demon soldiers, winged demons and nightmare demons. He even chatted with the tree demons who had just entered the Demon King's Palace for a few days. When he was about to reach the Demon King's Palace, he saw Feiwu's back and happily rushed over: "Hey, Feiwu!"
Fei Wu didn't even turn his head, he caught the goblin accurately, lifted him up by the shoulders and flew him into the air: "Barro? Were you also summoned to the Demon King's Palace by the King?"
"Yes," Barro nodded, "The king has called a lot of demons here, probably to arrange for the reform of the Demon King's Palace."
In recent days, the Demon King often went to military camps and factories to communicate with the demons. He not only listened carefully to the opinions of the demons, but also shared many of his own ideas.
Although they didn't quite understand what "reform" meant, the demons were not too nervous. They just excitedly waited for the king's arrangements and tried their best to provide the king with their own ideas.
"If you ask me, the king is too modest. He actually asked us if we have any opinions on his policies," Fei Wu muttered softly. "If anyone dares to have any opinions, I will beat his head off!"
Imagining the scene of Feiwu beating up the demons, Barlow laughed uncontrollably.
"The king must have made arrangements long ago," he said, patting Feiwu's wrist, "The king's arrangements have never gone wrong!"
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The two of them chatted as they flew into the Demon King's palace, landed on the ground together, and walked into the hall.
The Demon King sitting on the throne was eating flaming grapes leisurely and chatting with his familiar Hulu. Arabella, Polly and other magic soldier captains, the familiar chef Xiliu, and the nightmare demon chief Sur were all standing in the hall, chatting in low voices.
The demon butler Ler hurried in, holding a pile of rickety wicker chairs, and gave one to each demon, then stood behind the demon king.
"You sit down too," Warren patted his shoulder, "we may have to discuss this for a long time today."
Lil sat down obediently.
The demons looked at the Demon King, but their eyes could not help but drift to the corner of the hall, where a gray-white cub was huddled together under a cotton blanket. Perhaps it was frightened by so many demons and did not dare to move.
Warren coughed lightly, signaling the demons to come back to their senses.
He deliberately chose the hall as the venue for this meeting, not only because it was the most formal place, but also to allow the little lich to adapt to the environment.
After being fed for some time, Tok was no longer in a fragile state, his face gradually gained some flesh, his vigilance was gradually reduced, and he could even lower his head to eat in front of Warren.
Warren thought it was time to get the child used to other demons approaching him. However, in order to prevent stress, he still had to keep a safe distance.
"Before the meeting begins, let me tell you a story."
After swallowing the last flaming grape, Warren spoke slowly.
The story he told was not complicated. It was about a big demon in the gloomy mountain who hired two demons to help him grow mushrooms and gave each demon a piece of barbecue every day.
On the first day, both demons worked very hard and each could grow ten mushrooms every day. On the second day, one demon grew nine mushrooms and the other grew ten mushrooms. They still got the same amount of barbecue.
On the tenth day, the first demon planted a mushroom every day and slept the rest of the time. The other demon was very angry and asked him why he didn't work. The first demon said, "Since I can get a piece of barbecue by planting ten mushrooms or one mushroom every day, why should I plant ten mushrooms?"
After finishing the story, Warren took a sip of the Lava Slime Bubble Tea and looked down at the demons: "If you were the big demon, what would you do? If you were the other demon, what would you do?"
Demon soldier Polly slapped his thigh and got so angry that his eyes became triangular. "Of course we should drive this lazy demon away! Kill him! Let him starve to death! He has such a good job but doesn't cherish it. He is simply the stupidest demon!"
"That's right, this kind of demon should be beheaded as a warning to the public," said the demon soldier Alex, "How can they be so sneaky and cunning!"
After the two of them finished cursing indignantly, they realized that the other demons were motionless. Even the usually impulsive and irritable Winged Demon Feiwu was sitting quietly. Although all its feathers had exploded, it did not make a sound.
They all understood that the Demon King was not talking about the big demon in the Gloomy Mountain, but the current situation in the Demon King's Palace.
But even Fei Wu, who has the strictest requirements for his tribesmen, cannot guarantee that there are no such greedy and lazy demons among the Winged Demons.
Since the king has raised this question, could it be that this situation has already occurred in the Demon King's Palace?
They thought blankly, and for a moment, they all felt empty in their hearts.
Finally, it was Arabella who broke the silence: "Perhaps, we can set a standard? Just like the hunting competitions in the Legion, a certain amount of prey must be caught before one is eligible to eat. This may increase enthusiasm."
"That's a good idea," Warren praised, and then continued, "The big demon of Gloomy Mountain thought the same. He set a rule for the two demons, that they must grow at least ten mushrooms every day to get barbecue. After this rule was made, the lazy demon no longer dared to be lazy."
All the demons breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, except for Soul, who still frowned and looked worried.
"Don't worry, the story is not over yet," Warren smiled. "The hardworking demon and the lazy demon continued to work. Suddenly one day, the hardworking demon fell ill."
The goblin Ciri gasped and couldn't help tugging at Sur's sleeve, whispering, "He must have eaten without using a cleaning spell after finishing his work!"
"In fact, his illness was not serious. He only needed to rest for a few days to recover. But that day, because of his illness, the hardworking demon was unable to grow ten mushrooms. He only grew eight. According to the rules, he did not get barbecue at night. How could his body recover without food? His illness became more and more serious, and he was no longer able to grow ten mushrooms. Not long after, he starved to death on the gloomy mountain."
Warren finished speaking slowly, lowered his eyes to look at the stunned demons, and felt that he was now a true demon king - the kind that was specially used to scare young cubs that didn't sleep.
"What if we let other demons share their meat with the sick demon?" Arabella thought hard, but soon, she denied it with tears in her eyes, "No, what if this demon has bad karma and can't make friends? We can't just watch him die because of this, right?"
Feiwu was furious: "...Why are you looking at me when you say that the demon fate is not good!"
The goblin Barlow patted him comfortingly and said, "No, you have many friends. For example, if you are sick, I will be happy to share my food with you. And the winged demons also respect you very much. They will definitely be willing to share their food with you."
Feiwu was quickly coaxed into submission, and held his head high to hide the red tips of his ears: "Humph! That's right!"
Su Er, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up: "My king, can we let the demons supervise each other? If a demon slacks off, report it immediately. The first time, he will be warned. The second time, he will be expelled from the Demon King's Palace. If there is such a severe punishment, can the phenomenon of laziness disappear?"
"I don't think so," the Dark Iron Dwarf Chieftain Tiechui shook his head. As the oldest demon present, he had a lot of experience in managing his tribe. "This approach will make the demons suspicious of each other. Over time, everyone will no longer be of one mind. Besides, how do you tell if a demon is lazy? What if he is sick, but another demon accuses him of being lazy?"
The familiar chef sniffed and whispered, "If you are sick, you can be exempted from punishment."
Tiechui looked at him and said, "What if this demon is pretending to be sick?"
Xiliu was stunned and lowered his head without saying anything.
Arabella retorted: "We can judge whether to punish each demon soldier based on his specific situation."
Tiechui: "Who will determine the specific criteria for judgment? What if the judgment is wrong? How can you ensure that the demon who made the judgment will not protect other demons? The consequences of expelling them from the Demon King's Palace are so serious. If they make a mistake, the price will be the life of a demon."
Arabella said confidently: "Of course the king will be the judge!"
Tiechui suddenly stopped talking, blinked, thought about it, and felt that this idea was feasible: Your Majesty is definitely the most fair and just! There will be no problem handing it over to Your Majesty!
He looked at the Demon King expectantly.
The demons who were originally discussing among themselves all looked at Warren.
"Wait," said the demon soldier Alex, confused, "Aren't we discussing the story of Gloomy Peak? Why are we talking about the king?"
The demons turned to look at him: "..."
This guy didn't even realize they were talking about the Demon King's Palace? Then why did he shout so loudly just now!
Warren couldn't help but chuckle, and tapped the table, signaling everyone to come back to their senses: "You don't really want me to do nothing every day and just check whether every demon is lazy or not, do you?"
The demons looked at each other, and then they realized the unrealistic nature of this idea.
"In fact, I have also been struggling with the issue that everyone discussed just now for many days, until a good friend of mine proposed a better solution." Warren snapped his fingers, opened the system memo, switched to the [visible to everyone] state, and displayed the gold coin diagram that he had been modifying for a long time, "Promote the model of currency purchase and implement a variety of distribution systems based mainly on distribution according to work."
He prepared it in great detail, clearly stating the different types of currency, its uses and purchasing power, and how wages and bonuses were distributed. As for more detailed matters, he would have to discuss them with the demons.
[I am not your good friend.]
The system beeped.
[We are in a cooperative relationship, please respect yourself! ]
Warren answered the system in his mind: "You can chat now? Are you not lacking energy?"
[……]
The system closed the interface with a snap, retracted into the deepest part of the Demon King's Crown, and continued to be autistic.
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