After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 105 - 104: Glazed and Flawless Lolita

The box designed for transporting "Bee Flower Snow Moon" was custom-designed by Yila. From the outside, it didn’t look like the typical "treasure chest" style commonly used in this world, but rather had a flat top.

It was like a box magnified several tis.

This design allowed for the goods to be stacked layer upon layer without wobbling, ensuring that many similar goods could be placed inside a single wagon.

*It was all about scale.*

Inside the box were grids separated by wooden boards, each perfectly sized to fit a bottle of "Bee Flower Snow Moon". A 4x5 grid inside the box could hold exactly 20 bottles of perfu.

The perfu was simply placed in identically sized tal bottles—a level of tal craftsmanship that the goldsmith within the Demon King Territory could still produce, although his usual work involved forging standard weapons and farm tools.

Indeed, the goldsmith and blacksmith within the Demon King Territory were one and the sa, a refined yet fierce Werewolf whom Yila had t before.

"Actually, I originally wanted to use glass bottles,"

Yila said, watching a cart carry away 100 bottles—or five boxes—of perfu. Yila didn’t et with Duke Novak’s people because he was still wanted at the ti.

Now he stayed on the balcony watching, simply because he felt there was no need to show himself.

"Glass? Glazed glass? How extravagant..."

said Vera, who peeked cautiously beside Yila. Her reason for hiding was her own wanted status. *To be honest, Vera entirely deserved it. If Yila were Isabella, he definitely wouldn’t show rcy to Vera, who had transford into a Witch Demon.*

*To the Empire, it was completely unacceptable for an Empire person to be embraced into the Blood Clan or transford into a Witch Demon. This was a fundantal national policy, agreed upon by both the Yila Faction and the Noble Faction.*

"Maybe so, but... do you know how glazed glass is made?"

Yila asked Vera. Having lived in this world for many years, he knew glass existed but was extrely expensive, and the creation of glazed glass was considered an alchemical miracle.

"Yes. The story of glazed glass is placed right next to the ’Unnad Fireball Technique’ original text. You’ve heard of it, right? When seniors recited it, they would also recite the glass craftsmanship?"

Vera responded, saying, "From tiny grains of sand, fused by the fire of the sun, the gleaming glass was created. This was not a divine gift but the grand achievent of wisdom, a miracle of humanity!"

Yila rembered the story correctly, though he suspected the stories about ’seniors reciting extra texts’ were just jokes. It didn’t stop the mages from the Pure White Tower from being enthusiastic about the story.

Translated into simple terms, the statent roughly ant: "By heating sand at high temperatures, glass is ford! It has nothing to do with gods; it’s sothing we figured out how to make ourselves. Amazing!"

Because of this, the theocratic country’s architecture widely used glazed glass to prove humans didn’t need gods...even though glazed glass remained quite costly for them.

Compared to general farm tools, glazed glass had certain differences in craftsmanship. Glazed glass required a "kiln" similar to pottery. Maintaining a high temperature of 1,600 degrees Celsius wasn’t easy.

Yila understood this well. While people in this world didn’t know the exact numbers, they knew that the temperature for creating glass required professionals.

*Thus, it was indeed a grand achievent of humanity.*

"Actually, there’s a simple way to lower the lting point of silicon dioxide,"

Yila said, watching the departing cart, considering what technical innovations to implent in the Demon King Territory—or rather, in the Demon Kingdom—after gaining a pile of gold coins.

*Should he start by hiring a few Dwarf craftsn at high salaries? Train his own batch of craftsn... let the Werewolf handle it? He thought it might be a waste for Werewolves to only do labor work in the Demon King Territory.*

*Their muscles looked perfect for blacksmithing.*

...

Vera: Stare~

As Yila was lost in thought, Vera glanced sidelong at him. He noticed her gaze, turned his head to look at Vera, and saw her slightly ridiculous expression watching him.

Yila: "..."

Vera: "..."

"Sorry,"

Yila apologized, realizing he had stopped mid-sentence. Redirecting his attention to his conversation with Vera, he continued, "It’s still wood ash. Wood ash contains potassium carbonate, which can replace sodium carbonate and lower the lting point of silicon dioxide."

So, only about 1,200 degrees Celsius was needed to make glass.

"..."

Vera squinted her eyes at Yila, whose mouth spouted peculiar terms, then sighed and shook her head, remarking, "Ah, I still can’t understand alchemy... but oh well, you’re the boss, so whatever you say goes~"

This sounded like Yila was rebelling. He corrected her, "Satan Ye is the boss."

"Yes, yes~" Vera’s perfunctory tone filled the air. At that mont, Satan Ye conveniently peeked out from the balcony and said, "Mr. Yila? So you’re here. The perfu has been sent to Duke Novak."

Yila saw this clearly from the balcony and couldn’t help but wonder: *Did a Demon King co specifically to inform of this? Does this confirm Vera’s words?* He nodded helplessly, indicating he understood. "By the way, Satan Ye, tomorrow, I’ll talk about matters related to quelling the rebellion."

With these words, an unsuspecting Satan Ye nodded and trustingly said, "Hmm? Okay... though you didn’t have to tell now..."

This level of trust seed quite profound—as if Yila had indicated that he would lead the Demon King Territory’s army out of the Demon Control Area for a year, and Satan Ye would wave goodbye until Yila returned.

But fortunately, Yila truly would return as promised.

"This ti we are quelling the Gnolls."

Yila said.

"Alrighty~"

Satan Ye cheered happily...

"This ti, you’ll lead them entirely. Take more troops... I won’t go. You can consult with Lodya about the command matters... If you need my help, just send a ssage to Tipcapu."

Yila added.

"..."

Satan Ye blinked several tis, her uncertainty about her capability evident as she twirled her hair, nervously saying, "I’ll...try..."

"Good luck~"

"Mm!"

...

You have to work hard, Satan Ye! *She encouraged herself—don’t disappoint Mr. Yila!*