They are magical beings, sotis unreasonable.
Upon leaving the blacksmith shop, Lear called for Bain.
He asked directly.
"The high-intensity operation of the blacksmith shop needs to be maintained for a while... Do we still have enough manpower for other industries in the territory?"
The wrinkled Mud Swamp Hero replied gravely.
"Sir, there was quite a shortage before, but with the arrival of Half-Elves and Half-Elves, the gap has been filled."
More than 800 people is not a small number for Weilu City.
"The Half-Elves are quite intelligent and naturally attuned to nature. I have assigned them to manage the farms and to raise the Dragon Blood Red Fish..."
"The Half-Elves are mainly responsible for making bows and arrows."
"These freed-up hands are now all assigned to work in the blacksmith shop."
Scattered people make for a hard arrangent.
But overall, everything is running in the set direction.
No errors have occurred.
"Is there any other issue in this regard?"
Bain hesitated.
"It’s just as I ntioned yesterday, the Half-Elves are sowhat proud and not very willing to obey commands. There’s also so resistance to integrating them into the territory. Currently, only the orders of the Dark Night Elves work well on them..."
Lear nodded.
This was proving difficult to distinguish between authority.
A proper scolding would solve it.
"I’ll take care of that matter."
Then he changed the topic.
"Next, we need to reorganize the education... to subdivide into more in-depth education."
"Separate out the key industries of Weilu City for individual instruction... However, this requires a sufficient knowledge base in the initial phase, so set up a frawork first. When we can return to Lorand City, we can buy so slaves and books with the corresponding knowledge."
"Additionally, the weapon production personnel in the blacksmith shop need to be optimized. Those willing to work here should be given priority. Those unwilling should be transferred to other positions."
"But this is currently our most important production project; it must maintain a scale of a thousand people."
"In the future, it also needs to be long-term.’
Engaging in weapon trade is not simple. By nurturing the industry and workers in advance, we can comnce operations imdiately when opportunities arise.
Bain nodded imdiately, starting to contemplate adjustnts.
As the territory expanded, each decision’s impact grew larger, making him increasingly cautious.
At this ti, two Deltha people ca in excitedly.
"Lord, Master Bain...the Three-tailed Pigs in the farm have given birth!"
Lear’s eyes lit up.
The Three-tailed Pigs have been in hand for nearly two months and finally gave birth.
"How many?"
"They are still giving birth, expected to finish by noon."
The Horn of Fertility has a fantastic buff, preventing difficult births.
This left him unburdened by worry.
"Let’s go have a look."
Saying this, he recalled sothing.
"Summon Aite!"
The Two-headed Giant Chief is the expert on breeding Three-tailed Pigs.
Even when escaping, he had to bring these along.
The future strategic developnt of the territory depends on the Three-tailed Pigs. Their birth ans the scale will soon expand.
After the Two-headed Giant Chief arrived, Lear spoke without further ado, getting everyone on unicorns to swiftly head to the farm.
At this mont, there were already about twenty Deltha people bustling around inside the pigsty.
Now, the pigsty was entirely managed by these life forms covered in feathers on their upper bodies.
Deltha people, honest by nature, follow orders and are very suited for the noble task of pig farming.
Seeing Lear arrive, the busy crowd quickly saluted but then returned to assisting the Three-tailed Pigs in birthing.
Lear focused, noticing a pile of soft hay next to the pigsty where the wet piglets were being placed.
Aligned in a large patch.
In no ti, the sli on the piglets’ bodies would dry, turning them into tender, chubby piglets that would stagger to their feet, starting to explore.
The whole process took only about ten to twenty minutes.
With 16 sows giving birth at once, piglets continuously arrived.
One after another, keeping the Deltha people extrely busy.
The number of piglets on the hay was increasing.
By noon, the last piglet has left its mother’s womb.
After taking inventory, the busy Deltha people reported a surprising number to Lear.
"Lord, the Three-tailed Pigs have given birth to 260 piglets in total!!!"
piglets?
Lear imdiately looked at the Two-headed Giant Chief beside him.
"Aite, is the production rate of the Three-tailed Pigs this high?"
The Two-headed Giant Chief was equally astonished.
"Master, the Three-tailed Pigs typically give birth to around 10 piglets at a ti, not much more!"
"Now, the average yield is 16 piglets per sow..."
He seed to think of sothing, his expression turning odd.
"Perhaps it’s because in the swamp, the Three-tailed Pigs can get enough food?"
In the Broken Star Plane, resources are scarce, and it’s hard for people to even get enough to eat, let alone pigs.
On regular days, feeding is always minimal, never allowing them to eat as much as they please.
Now things have changed... The Three-tailed Pigs can have fresh Seven-Colored Moss to eat whenever they want.
Lear nodded, ample food being one factor, and the Horn of Fertility likely played a significant role as well.
But in any case, the greatly exceeded birth numbers thrilled him.
This ans the expansion rate of the Three-tailed Pigs will be even faster.
"Check the genders."
"Yes!"
Soon, they counted again, finding 30 boars and 230 sows.
This large gender difference puzzled Lear once more.
The Two-headed Giant Chieftain saw his puzzled look and imdiately explained.
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