After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 82 - 81 The Nearly Worn-Out Former Cruel Blood Witch

"That’s the situation. I’ve asked the Insect Man to command the little demons to transplant the White Ball Fruits. I might need you to use the Plant Growth Technique when the ti cos, so please take care of it, Vera."

"..."

Yila said this, and Vera responded with a disdainful look. She retorted, "You ca to in the middle of the night just for this? You know I’m useful, so you keep using , right? What if you break with another Legendary Magic spell?"

Yila, having no good response to Vera’s continuous raunchy jokes, shook his head and took out a crystal-clear, semi-transparent blood-red bead from his pocket, and handed it to Vera.

"I’m the one who will be broken, you know. Here, take this as compensation. If you need so dried White Ball Monkeys and a quota of White Ball Wine, you can also request it from Hilena. Tell her it’s my idea."

Yila said this, and Vera was stunned. She gazed at the jewel-like bead, seemingly crafted by countless artisans, then looked at Yila in surprise and said, "A Blood Crystal? Did you condense this with Senata’s power?"

Yes, Yila had unfolded his Blood Clan wings and used Senata’s power to simulate the thods of a Blood Mage, condensing an item called a "Blood Crystal." It was a rather rare material for alchemy and spellcasting.

It’s one of the materials needed for many pieces of magic armor that have "Kill the enemy and return blood" and "Blood Energy" properties. Because of the scarcity of Blood Mages capable of condensing Blood Crystals, natural Blood Crystal Ore is often used as a substitute.

But the price of Blood Crystal Ore was by no ans cheap either.

It was rumored that before Yila beca the Chief Governor, he used to rely on Blood Crystals to earn money and support the almost bankrupt Elkaras Family, barely covering the expenses needed to explore magic.

Mages were notorious money-burners, so usually, only noble families could produce mages.

"Is it enough?"

Yila patted Vera’s head, who was lying on the table examining the Blood Crystal. He ignored her ample chest squished on the table and waited for her response.

"It’s enough! It’s enough!"

Vera looked satisfied, gleefully responding, "A Blood Crystal personally condensed by the Cruel Blood Witch; of course, I’m very satisfied~"

This title, "Cruel Blood Witch," was Yila’s nickna in the mage circles. He always felt that this title was pure and overly dramatic, yet he couldn’t shake it off.

Only after he beca the "Chief Governor of the Empire" did people stop ntioning it.

"Don’t call that..."

So Yila responded with an embarrassed expression before decisively leaving Vera’s room. Just before stepping out, he turned back and said, "If my design has no issues, you should only need to cast the spell three or four tis."

"Got it, got it. Even ten tis would be fine, now go go go~"

"..."

Feeling speechless, Yila left Vera’s room, likened to a pet being driven away, amid her "go go go" sounds. He looked through the windows of the Demon Castle’s corridor, observing the little fairy maid sealing several wine bottles under the lamplight.

This kind of task was indeed better suited for the little fairies.

The wine they found in the forest had only amounted to just over ten bottles, which was probably the output of the White Ball Monkeys over many years. After all, they rely stored the excess fruits in suitable tree hollows.

Then, under the control of the Demon Dog Trainer, the monkeys, apart from eating and sleeping normally, would use a reasonable thod to accelerate the brewing of White Ball Fruit Wine through yeasts.

Thus forming an industrial chain.

What’s predictable is that the fate of the White Ball Monkeys wouldn’t be good. Since the Demon Dog Trainers are demons, their thod of training relies on binding contracts between souls, which, from a certain angle, is essentially a slave contract.

But in this world, there’s no such thing as an animal protection society.

Next, he had to check on the trade port, see if the keel of the trade ship had been completed, then look at the transplant team’s progress, the Demon Dog Trainer’s status, and the gravel for paving roads...

And then...

"..."

"Hah... Hah..."

Yila took a deep breath, lightly resting on the corridor window sill to catch his breath. He gently closed his eyes and imdiately felt the onslaught of sleepiness... In fact, ever since he ca to the Demon King Territory, he had been sleeping much more.

Now he could at least guarantee five hours of sufficient sleep.

But besides sleeping, his work had beco even more complex. Perhaps... the Empire’s troubleso procedures and etiquettes, though extrely vexing in spirit, might have been a form of protection for his body.

Not really. It was simply because Yila was now too diligent.

However, even at this hour, many magical creatures were still working. For example, those ntioned by Yila... Although so were switching shifts, others naturally did not need sleep.

"..."

Forget it, let’s leave those matters for tomorrow morning... Now to find Mr. Li for so food, then return to the room to think about strategies for rapid agriculture and population growth, and then sleep.

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"..."

"Hm... Hm..."

Holding a plate of blueberry jam toast and a plate of at sauce-covered tree bark with beef strips, Mr. Li looked at Yila, who had fallen asleep on the kitchen table, breathing evenly. After a mont’s hesitation, he gently set the food beside him.

For a mont, he didn’t know whether to wake Yila or not, but he couldn’t help but feel so resentnt towards the other leaders: *Wasn’t too much of Demon King City’s business handed over to Yila?*

*He must be exhausted to have fallen asleep in the kitchen.*

"Mr. Li, I..."

"Shh~"

Hilena walked into the kitchen but before she could say much, she saw Mr. Li motioning for her to be quiet. Following his gesture, she saw Yila sleeping on the table.

"Lord Yila... Is he asleep?"

Hilena lowered her voice to ask, and Mr. Li nodded, explaining, "Lord Yila ca to get so food, but by the ti I finished, he had already fallen asleep. He looked quite tired."

"..."

Hilena felt conflicted. *Was she more grateful, guilt-ridden, or regretful?* After all, they had roped Yila into this.

*If only Yila had gone to the Silver Moon Tree Court, his life would probably be a thousand tis better.*

But perhaps due to their low chatter or the uncomfortable sleeping position, Yila woke up at that mont, coughing lightly and saying, "Hmm... cough, sorry, I fell asleep."

"Um, Hilena, you’re here too? I’m embarrassed to let you see like this. I’ll take this back to my room to eat."

Yila said this while picking up the plate and leaving the kitchen.

"..."

"*The one who should feel embarrassed is ... Lord Yila.*"

Hilena sighed, her feelings becoming even more complicated.