After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 98 - 97 Yila is Extremely Troubled

"Yawn~"

"..."

"Yila"

"Sir?"

"..."

"Nothing, I’m listening..."

Yila said this, looking at the flourishing forest in front of him, rubbing his eyes, "These White Ball Fruit Trees were transplanted, right? They seem to have taken root quite well?"

The two little fairies, worried about Yila’s condition, glanced at each other but decided to say nothing. They responded to each other:

"So died"

"But Lady Vera"

"Produced so"

"Ford"

"A White Ball Fruit Forest"

"..."

Yila nodded and couldn’t help but yawn again. He then looked at the busy White Ball Monkeys, who were adding yeast to containers. The rotten White Ball Fruit would turn into preliminary wine under the action of the yeast.

Then it could be distilled.

"Were there any difficulties in training the White Ball Monkeys?"

Yila asked this. He ca to check the status of the White Ball Wine industry chain. In the afternoon, he still had to check the renovation situation of the Demon Pool and the leveling of the roads.

He ntioned the roads to the chanical Bodies yesterday, and Tipcapu had led them in preparing to hamr the ground. Yila also watched this, and now the previously soft ground had beco as solid as a big rock.

Although the ground would reveal its true form when it rained, there was no solution to this problem at the mont. They could only have the chanical Bodies pound the ground when it rained heavily.

Later, they could consider making a road roller, the manpower-driven type.

Regarding the Demon Pool, Yila designed a sloping platform and a hinge structure, but the inferior demons didn’t need to stand on it. This description might be complicated, but it could be simply described as the structure of a well within the territory.

They only needed to fix the cart at the designated place under the platform, hook the chain rope below to the cart, then go to the gap between the Demon Pool and the platform, and pull the other end of the rope hanging from the platform with force.

Under the effect of pulling force, the cart would climb up the platform and stay on it due to the design of the top of the platform. The contents would then tumble down, and the blood and flesh would fall into the Demon Pool along with the wooden barrel.

This way, there would be no need to lift the heavy wooden barrel high to pour it in. They just needed to remove the barrel from the Demon Pool since the short height of the inferior demons made lifting the heavy barrel problematic.

Further improvents could include designing a wooden barrel connected to the cart or changing it to a wheel structure like in castle moats, eliminating the need for pulling.

But those were matters for the future...

"Yawn~"

As Yila yawned again, the little fairies looked at him worriedly. After all, Yila’s condition was not exactly ideal, and they answered his earlier question:

"No major"

"Problems"

Yila nodded in satisfaction, looking at the wine liquid that needed to fernt for a period. He would continue following up on this matter, and he said, "It’s been tough for Vera. Keep arranging to expand the White Ball Forest..."

"Yes, we"

"Understand"

The little fairies answered, watching Yila imdiately leave. They shared the feeling that Vera’s hardships weren’t such a big deal, as Yila had already beco the brain of the entire Demon King Territory.

The entire community gradually adapted to acting as gears within the Demon King Territory. Although Yila’s arrival wasn’t long ago, he had subtly beco the brain of the territory.

And he wasn’t single-threaded but extrely multi-threaded, frighteningly so. In morning etings, they often encountered topics like "Yesterday, with Mr. Yila’s help, I XXX" and "Yesterday, I did XXX with Mr. Yila."

The more they reported, the more bewildered everyone beca, as Yila seed to be everywhere. *People always felt like: "Huh? Didn’t Yila discuss the number of ard n in my trade team yesterday? How was he also involved in other matters?"*

That’s why Yila was so exhausted.

Compared to a devoted advisor who worked tirelessly until death, Yila was even more hands-on, often scrutinizing specific details rather than just issuing orders to various leaders.

According to common sense, this is extrely wasteful. Yila should prioritize larger efforts, but his approach was detailed managent—both big picture and minutiae—ensuring healthiness.

If there were no brainless nobles, problematic nobles, or interference from scheming nobles, Yila would work just as hard in the empire.

Fortunately, as a "Governor," it’s hard for Yila to work himself to death. He rarely suffers physical breakdown, but fatigue and drowsiness are unavoidable.

But onward...

Move forward...

As long as he kept moving toward the goal, it was enough.

"..."

Yila didn’t demand high-quality life. Apart from a few pursuits in food, he lacked desires. Not solely because the Governor’s role diminished desires.

Not seeking pleasure, wealth, stability, or entertainnt, all Yila’s pursuits seed invested in his dreams.

*He was rely a person who couldn’t find his ho.*

And that "ho" had long vanished—the beautiful "Blue Star," the prosperous "Earth Federation," the grand Utopia... had turned to dust in the wind.

"Ha...yawn~"

Frequent yawning didn’t bother Yila much. *Though sleep was needed, it was habit from years; * it’s Yila’s subconscious saying he should rest.

His physical stamina supported him staying awake for days without issue.

Next, perfu production matters...

Yila thought, with three major tasks: Bee Flower Snow Moon, White Ball Wine, trade lines. Other things like enhancing combat power, making Magic Armor, improving monster living quality were re work interludes.

...

"Lord Yila."

Tipcapu suddenly interrupted Yila’s thoughts, kneeling on one knee as a ssenger for other leaders: "Lady Senata requests your presence at her castle."

"..."

Too tired, Yila processed the ssage slowly, taking one or two seconds to understand Tipcapu’s aning. He nodded, "Understood, it’s about the rebellious territory, right?"

Tipcapu hesitated, "I think... maybe not..."

It’s probably bloodlust.

"Sigh..."

Knowing well, Yila sighed in resignation but still nodded, "I’ll co right away. Ask Vera if there were any difficulties or surprises, then... yawn~"

Yila couldn’t help but yawn again, finishing:

"Find at Senata’s place afterward."