Tears of emotion filled the Little Demon's eyes, half joyful and half uneasy as he flew back home.

After listening to Mi Xi's "overwhelmed with joy and tears" report, Queen Qianqian, grateful in her heart, couldn't help but show a complex expression on her face.

This old Vampire's brain definitely had issues, but his sincerity was indeed moving.

"Truly a Demon from Demon City... not only is their strength unfathomable, their means of winning people over are also so adept. Should I say it's a result of environment? We country Demons really can't compare," Qianqian said as she sat on her rocky throne, her voice a soft musing with three parts envy and seven parts admiration.

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before the powers at the pinnacle of the labyrinth would all bow at his feet.

"Mi Xi... are you feeling hot? Why are you sweating so much?" Qianqian suddenly noticed a small puddle of water beneath Mi Xi's knees and frowned, looking at her suspiciously.

Although this fellow had been off for more than a day or two, the recent irregularities seemed particularly frequent, making her worry whether this servant might have eaten something bad.

With sweat drenching her back, Mi Xi stared straight at a crack on the ground, her knees huddled as if in confession.

"Yes, yes... tears of emotion."

Qianqian: "…?"

She remembered clearly asking about the sweating.

Had this guy's brain broken down?

...

The issue in the Land of Nightmare came to a pause, giving the Great Graveyard another ace up its sleeve in the war against the Earth Dragon Clan.

A night passed without words.

The next morning, Luo Yan woke up early, tasked Youyou with a [Help Lord Demon King Do Laundry] mission, and then went to the kitchen to cook himself a simple porridge of green vegetables, minced meat, and oats.

For convenience, he had specifically instructed Alakdo to carve him a "stone cooler" in the kitchen, for storing fresh ingredients like eggs, vegetables, and milk.

As for raw meat and fish, he had a specialized cold storage for them, all made possible thanks to the burrowing expertise of the Weaving Shadow Clan.

"Speaking of which, drinking porridge every day isn't a solution... I need to figure out a way to get a chef," Luo Yan thought aloud.

Youyou, ever thoughtful, popped up and said eagerly,

"Lord Demon King, you have players! I've seen quite a few players who can cook, all single dogs, so please feel free to boss them around!"

It seemed this guy had picked up some strange words from the forums again.

Luo Yan pondered for a while and then said,

"I know, but I can't exactly have corpses cooking for me."

He was an Undead Mage, not an Undead.

Although he dealt with corpses often, it didn't mean he could tolerate bizarre things like ash-mixed rice.

And who knows what the players might serve him, he couldn't have Youyou watch them cook all the time, doing nothing else.

After finishing breakfast, Luo Yan brought a portion for Sarah, then patrolled his territory.

Indeed, as Youyou had said, each of his players was talented.

There were those weaving fabrics, those mastering alchemy, others cultivating mushrooms or handling corpses, and some pondering over equipment improvements.

Although they had initially scurried around his territory like headless flies at the start of the game, after some time, they had each found their tasks.

Watching them bustling about, Luo Yan, initially lazy from just getting up, couldn't help but feel spirited.

With twenty-four hours until the next batch of players entered the game and the countdown to the war with the Earth Dragon Clan beginning, he had to hurry.

Just as Luo Yan was planning to return to the Magic Workshop to continue his secluded work, a skeleton soldier holding a bucket suddenly came running up.

Little Late Hungry: "Lord Demon King! Your clothes are washed! Please, please wait a moment!"

Hearing the creaking sound, Luo Yan looked surprised at the player holding the wooden bucket.

That fast?

He pulled out the damp clothes from the bucket to inspect and found them unexpectedly clean, carrying a fresh scent of herbal soap.

Placing the clothes back in the bucket, Luo Yan's face showed appreciation.

Youyou would soon issue the mission reward to this little player.

The clothes could be handled with wind magic to dry them quickly.

"...and also, that, please wait a moment," Little Late Hungry said, blushing slightly and smiling, then pulling out a piece of soft silk from the backpack and handing it to Luo Yan, nervously saying,

"This is our latest sample… What do you think, does it look alright?"

Luo Yan took the silk, which felt as light as gossamer, and examined it carefully in his hands.

The texture was nice.

It felt sandy and was finer and softer than ordinary silk.

As for whether it matched the tastes of the surface society… he had no idea.

In Hell, where the material craftsmanship was mainly about being fireproof and burn-resistant, Demons didn't wear such things.

But based on Luo Yan's experience from eighteen years ago, this item was probably quite valuable.

"Feels quite good... though it's of no use in the Great Graveyard, it should be popular in the human world. Do you have more of it? I can ask someone to check for you later," Luo Yan said.

It was a good time; he had some matters to discuss with Matt anyway.

A trip to Silver Pine Town later in the day seemed fitting.

"We do, we do!" Little Late Hungry nodded eagerly, still a bit dejected, "We've made a box of similar products, and if you think it's good, we can produce some more!"

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