Chapter 154: The Captives of the Two Races Part 1 (1/2)

So far the battle preparations were proceeding smoothly; in other words, I was working my ass off right now.

It felt like every single task required my personal attention. Not to brag, but without me, these potatoes probably wouldn’t even know their heads from their tails. As for how I knew this, that’s simple. Because they were potatoes.

Naturally, not all of them were that stupid, and simply lacked the required experience to complete the task; thus, their progress was painfully slow. Given time, I’m sure their speed would slowly improve. The main problem was that there was some devils who were simply potatoing around.

For example, remember those bone javelins I earmarked for my harpy air force? The materials required to craft them were bones and even more bones. However, bones from the undead skeletons weren’t usable as they became brittle once they lost their soul flames. In that case, we had to use the bones from the other life forms in the prison.

We would hunt the Abaddon Rodents, the dogmen and whatever other weak races we encountered. The benefits to this was that we not only gathered souls and gained meat to feast on, some of their longer bones could be turned into spears…somehow, it felt like I was turning more and more evil by the day. I’m basically picking apart all my enemies at this point.

The task of grinding the bones was actually really simple; it was basically mindless labor. However, here’s where the problem came in. Who was the one in charge of this task? No.5, that’s who. This little potato…back when I asked if he could do it, he said yes without any hesitation; yet, just a few days later, he was basically back to his lazy self. The entire task was thrown to his adjutant seeing as I basically had no time to monitor him, at least that’s what he thought.

After finally climbing out of that mountain of work I had to settle, I found that a certain portion of my devils were loafing around. The leader of these lazy bums was none other than No.5. Naturally, he received his usual serving of tender loving care from No.3 as his reward. However, that beating would knock some sense into him. If he didn’t learn his lesson, I’ll just have to get some of my more unique devils to clean out his chrysanthemum. Trust me, I’d do it if he forces me.

(TL: For those of you who don’t know, the chrysanthemum is a flower that is used as a euphemism for the anus, and “clean out his chrysanthemum” *cough* you know where I’m going with this)

As for training the harpies to throw the javelins, I didn’t have to worry as much about that seeing as it was supervised by my three lovely monster girls, Numila, Eugenia and Elena. They promised to do their best, and that they did. They worked so hard that they even started to argue…

“Dearest, this one’s subordinates have already mastered throwing the javelins and their accuracy isn’t too bad either.”

“This one’s clan is better than yours!”

“Elena will work hard too.”

Numila’s peeved mode: “This harpy’s clan is the greatest!”

Eugenia’s whatever mode: “This one’s clan is even greater!”

Elena’s calm mode: “Elena trained them well, mhm.”

Then, as the first two harpies were busy arguing with each other, Elena took the opportunity to pounce on me, hugging me tightly.

“Hugs…”

“Ah! You actually dare to hug this harpy’s fiance without this harpy’s approval, this harpy will kill you!”

“Elena, you pulled a fast one on us again! Damn it, this one wants a hug too!” Having said that, Eugenia leaped over as well and hugged me from behind…

“You two…how dare you two! This harpy will teach you two a lesson…”

This time, Numila was truly miffed. The perpetually revolving Flametail started to radiate a frightening amount of heat, then a chaotic battle started…again.

Such occurrences took place once or twice a day and I was basically used to it by now.

Speaking of which, Mimiya and her birdbrain brother Mo Xixidi were relatively well-behaved in comparison. Mimiya was satisfied as long as she had a show to watch. Getting this troublemaker to help out wasn’t really a realistic plan; however, as long as she stayed out of trouble I was alright with it. Right now, she was probably busy with Vick. Regarding these two little scamps, the combination of their playfulness could only be described as torturous, I just hoped they didn’t set their eyes on any innocent devils.

Xixidi on the other hand was more obedient than his sister. As long as he was fed, he didn’t mind being a pig. Mhm, a demonic pig.

As for Mo En…he was basically the same as his son. Whenever I asked him to help, he would crawl pitifully while lying on the ground, all the while displaying a “I’m dying” look on his face. “Ah, once a devil gets old, there’s no helping it…”

In the end, the only helpful one of this bunch was Mo En’s wife, the lust demon Julia. Julia was an extremely intelligent girl. After a round of testing, I found out that her management skills weren’t too bad, and best of all, she had the talents for Dark Alchemy.

While I still didn’t understand why the grimoire was being such a pain about letting her touch it, it’s not like I needed the grimoire to teach Julia Dark Alchemy; I could teach her myself.

Dark Alchemy wasn’t really a complicated field; rather, I should say that the Dark Alchemy spells I knew weren’t complicated. All you had to do was create a mana whirlpool, toss the ingredients inside, set the designs, input the mana and that’s it, all done.

Basically, if you took away the chants and the magical array, that was all it took to craft an item.

Julia didn’t disappoint in this aspect. In just two days, she picked up the skill and was able to craft her very first alchemical weapon. Given her larger pool of mana, I’m sure that her crafting efficiency would be a lot higher than mine. At least that was what I thought…