The clock tower in Mist Town, manned temporarily by a little demon yawning loudly, rang the six o'clock bell in the evening, declaring that Mist Town had officially entered the night.

Considering the reward was enough to buy two baked buns, she did not slack off or play any pranks and, having completed her task, gleefully flew toward the town hall to claim her reward.

Currently, a group of four-legged snakes was in charge there, supported by some undead as well.

However, unlike other annoying four-legged snakes,

these self-proclaimed acolytes covered their ugly faces with cloaks, not only kicked their haughty attitudes but also became very polite.

It seemed they had been well trained by Lord Demon King.

I'm curious about what methods that lord used...

A little way down the street, a dim light lit up by the roadside.

The Mole People of Iron Teeth City, under Sharp Teeth's leadership, were installing streetlamps engraved with Netherworld Language onto roadside wooden poles.

This was Lord Demon King's demand.

He said Mist Town needed to have light at night.

As for the day, he would try to repair the dome's crystal to rejuvenate the wilted forest, allowing day and night to return above the canopy of Mist Forest.

The Dark Night Elves found this astonishing.

However, thinking that Lord Demon King could even defeat Chaos, many Dark Night Elves harbored a glimmer of hope.

Though they wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't realized.

As for the "municipal projects" of Mist Town, solving issues at the Great Graveyard came first.

According to Lord Demon King, they needed to prove to the surface humans that this place, untouched by the light of Saint Sis, was no worse than those soaking in the light of Saint Sis every day.

It was even better!

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Wearing the only "hard hat" of the construction team, Sharp Teeth waved his hands frantically, shouting to encourage the Mole People who were afraid of heights and light with a BUFF.

And the reason he was in such a rush was the same as that little demon rushing to the town hall to collect her reward—

Working for Lord Demon King earned you Joss Paper.

And Joss Paper could buy you baked sweet potatoes.

Joss Paper equaled baked sweet potatoes, a formula deeply entrenched in the minds of the Mole People.

Although Joss Paper could do much more than that, for now, this simple equation was motivation enough for them to work vigorously.

On the next street over, the Mole People who finished their tasks first were already lined up in a long queue in front of a stall under a street lamp.

They were all employees of the My Think Group.

Unlike Iron Teeth City's own "Work Mice," their wages were registered under the My Think Group's account and paid directly in baked sweet potatoes.

It made no difference anyway, and it was incredibly convenient.

At the moment, each Mole Person was stretching their necks, drooling beside a huge, steaming iron barrel.

The enticing aroma wafting from the barrel's mouth was like a demon tempting them into decadence, making these little fellows unable to move their short legs once they smelled it.

As soon as the fresh sweet potatoes were out of the pot, the originally well-maintained line instantly squished into a crowd, erupting into noisy shouts.

"Mine!! Mine!!!"

"I was here first!!"

Their light-reflecting teeth swayed up and down, flashing so brightly that Gou Shi beside the barrel could hardly keep his eyes open.

He tapped the barrel with the long-nosed pliers he held and shouted.

"One at a time! Those who've paid will get theirs, no need to fight!"

The squeaking sounds were translated by the Translation Crystal into a language the Mole People could understand, sounding as if skeleton soldiers were speaking human language.

Two patrolling mercenaries stood not far away, watching the crowd around the baked sweet potato stall with curious expressions.

"What are they baking?"

"Pumpkin?"

"Doesn't look like it... It's a bit like sweet potatoes."

"Isn't that pig food?"

"Who knows... Maybe the monsters like it."

Although the sight of the skeleton preparing sweet potatoes was somewhat nauseating, the operating skeleton didn't handle the food directly but used a pair of long-nosed pliers.

That's rather odd.

One mercenary took a whiff, an interested expression appearing on his face.

"Hey, it actually smells pretty good."

The other mercenary, tempted, encouraged:

"Why not give it a try?"

"Let's go!"

It was just in time for a shift change.

The two hit it off and curiously approached the stall, pushing the noisy crowd of little short legs to the side.

"Boss, how much for these?"

Gou Shi pointed at a wooden sign hanging beside him.

"One for 2 Joss Paper!"

Both mercenaries were stunned.

"Joss Paper?"

"What is that?"

They were paid in silver coins; this was the first time they had heard of the odd "Joss Paper."

However, facing the confused mercenaries, Gou Shi wore an expression that said it was obvious.

"Joss Paper is Joss Paper! What else would the Great Graveyard use if not Joss Paper? Off you go, no money, no play."

The Mole People nearby also started heckling and shouting:

"That's right!"

"No money, no play!"

"Go away, go away!"

The mercenaries never thought they'd be scorned for being penniless by monsters one day; both were dumbfounded, then one confused, the other red-faced with anger.

"Who says we don't have money?"

The red-faced mercenary cursed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a handful of copper coins, shaking them in front of the skeleton's face.

"See this? This is real money! I've never in my life heard of any Joss Paper."

Gou Shi glanced at the money in his hand, unmoved by this seemingly pointless prop.

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