A few minutes later, above the eternal continent.

“Ha ha ha ha, my most, most, most favorite children! Did you...miss me?”

On the vast plain, countless Lesser Demons were screaming like mad. The sound was shrill and piercing as if it could pierce the heavens. Their eyes were filled with terror, and their tiny bodies were frantically fleeing across the grass, dashing about like a bunch of headless flies. Their ugly little paws scratched rapidly at the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Behind them, a bloated “mountain of flesh” relentlessly pursued the wretched creatures. Morrigan's huge body casts a huge shadow over the plains. Every step she took made the ground tremble. Her fat hands, like fan palms, reached out for the fleeing Lesser Demons, trying to catch them.

The group of Native Demons watched with interest as the poor Lesser Demons were chased by Morrigan. They had gloating expressions on their ugly faces, patting their bellies and laughing derisively.

What these Native Demons did not know was that once Morrigan had been promoted, they would also become the Evil Miasma Demon Queen's “toys”!

“Oww!”

A Lesser Demon on the run tripped over its fleeing “companion” and fell over clumsily. Its small body rolled several times on the grass, and its head hit a stone with a dull sound. Its eyes were full of vertigo and fear, and its limbs struggled helplessly on the ground.

This was a common trick used by these cunning demons. They did not hesitate to victimize their “companions” in order to escape.

As the saying goes, when a predator comes, I don't need to outrun the predator, I just need to outrun the unlucky “companion” next to me.

Before the tripped-up Lesser Demon could get up and take revenge on his “teammate,” a pair of giant hands, larger than his entire body, grabbed him like an eagle catching a chicken. The hands were covered in dirt and gave off a sickening smell. The Lesser Demon struggled desperately in the hands, but to no avail, and was then ruthlessly thrown into some kind of small, dirty iron cage. The bars of the cage were covered in rust and stained with dried blood and some unidentified mucus.

Evil Miasma Demon Queen Morrigan smiled as she looked at the Lesser Demon trapped in its cage. The smile was particularly eerie on her ugly face, her eyes narrowed to slits and the flesh growths on her face quivering.

But her yellowed teeth and trembling lips revealed that her thoughts were not as innocent as they seemed and that she seemed to be suppressing some kind of crazy desire.

In the vast forest, the Evil Miasma Demon Queen was playing with her favorite demons with a “kind” smile. Her huge body weaved through the forest, knocking trees over as she went. Her laughter echoed through the forest, sending chills down people's spines.

As time passed, the cage around her gradually filled up... The Lesser Demons in the cage let out screams and cries of anguish, but Morrigan paid them no heed, still absorbed in her crazy “game”.

Caelan was very “relieved” to see that the first hero he had recruited had so quickly become one of the gang.

At that moment, Caelan suddenly received a signal from the Gyrus Demon that had been sent to reconnoiter, and it seemed that there was new movement at Iron Mine!

...

Inside the Iron Mine, the dark, damp environment is filled with a strong smell of ore. On the rough mine walls are traces of excavation, left by the dwarves and Robert's beastman squad.

Under the dim yellow light, the last part of the ore is being filled up little by little. With the last piece of ore dropped, the Iron Mine is completely hollowed out! There is silence all around as if even the air has been solidified by the emptying of the mine.

Seth leaned against the wagon, his breath rising and falling with each beat. He gently stroked his round belly with his left hand, while his right hand lazily dragged the pipe, from which wisps of pale smoke drifted up and slowly dispersed in the air. Seth squinted, the fat on his face piled together like layers of folded dough, trembling slightly with his expression. At the moment, he was still in a relatively happy mood, as could be seen from the corners of his mouth, which were slightly upturned, and his relaxed expression.

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Counting this trip, there have been nearly 20 round trips, and the amount of iron ore in this Iron Mine is much greater than Seth expected. He silently estimated in his heart that the amount of refined Dark Iron was far greater than the entire demand of Gluia Town. If this precious metal is sold on a large scale in Gluia Town, it is like throwing pearls into the mud, and it will not sell for a good price.

Seth, as the head of the Chamber of Commerce, has extensive experience and keen insight into business and naturally understands the principle that scarcity makes something valuable. The supply of Dark Iron in Gluia Town must be strictly controlled, and as for the majority of the remaining Dark Iron, shipping it to Lorinston will naturally find someone willing to take it.

[Note: Lorinston, the capital of the dwarven kingdom. It is the political and economic center of the dwarven kingdom. It has the largest trading market and the most powerful warriors in the kingdom.]

The mining work at the Iron Mine has officially ended. Red-haired beastman Robert and the members of his squad are all beaming with excitement. The mining work in the mine over this period of time has given them a clearer understanding of the output of this Iron Mine. Just thinking about the ten percent of the harvest that Seth has promised to share with them, even though it is only ten percent, they already seem to be seeing the heavy gold coins beckoning to them. For this squad, this is undoubtedly a huge sum of money that could change their fate.

Edgar, who was wearing a set of exquisite yet sturdy armor, also felt a sense of relief. Due to the encounter with the ugly demons earlier, he had been on high alert these past few days, always looking for an enemy attack. But now that everything had settled down, it seemed that he had been overthinking things. In his opinion, those ugly guys were so weak that there might not be any powerful “enemies” behind them as he had imagined!

But there is also something strange! Edgar has occasionally felt like there is an invisible eye silently watching him lately, but every time he tries to notice it, he can't find any trace of it. He feels that maybe he has been in a highly tense state for a long time and is a little tired. Maybe he really needs a good rest to relax his tense nerves.

After everyone had finished getting dressed, Edgar carefully inspected the entire caravan, from the wheels of each carriage to the bundles of goods, checking everything meticulously. After confirming that everything was in order, he respectfully walked over to the most gorgeously decorated and largest carriage, bent slightly, and reported the situation to Seth inside the carriage. After receiving Seth's approval, the entire caravan began to prepare for the return trip. Just then, a sudden voice broke the silence. The voice was full of flattery, respect, and caution, and it turned out to be Robert. He quickly ran like the wind to the most conspicuous carriage in the middle of the convoy and bowed quickly and respectfully.

“Lord Seth, our team plans to go hunting in the nearby forest and will not be returning to town. Would you be willing to settle the payment for exploring the Iron Mine now, or would you prefer to wait until we return to town?”

Sitting in the carriage, Seth slowly pulled back the curtain as he heard Robert's words. His narrow eyes glanced casually at Robert, who was bowing, and a flash of displeasure appeared in his eyes.