When Oke translated the words "[To drink the chemical pool in one gulp]" exactly as they were said to all the engineering mice present, nearly every mouse froze in place.
An undead...
And a lowly skeleton soldier at that.
This guy not only mocked them, saying they had no idea what a real robot was, but also had the audacity to claim he would build them a new one?
What a joke!
"%￥#@!"
"#￥%#!!"
No longer able to contain their anger, a group of Mole People cursed out loud in slang they had picked up from the dwarves, which Youyou had never even heard of and naturally couldn't translate.
"Quiet! All of you, be quiet! Are you looking to rebel?" A sweating Zhuangzhuang tried to stabilize the situation, but not a single mouse listened to him.
Gabeng scread in a high-pitched and angry voice.
"You can mock our height! You can mock our small eyes! But you can't mock our skills!"
Guangguang joined in the shouting.
"That's right!!!"
It was more humiliating than being called Mole People!
Ignoring the rodents' uproar, the one who had drunk the chemical pool stood beside Oke and, using him as a mouthpiece, shouted loudly.
"'I reckon we can' Magic Workshop is hiring! Requirents: knowledge of inscription carving! Pay: every five hours... one piece of roasted sweet potato! Two pieces if you do a good job!"
He had initially wanted to offer Joss Paper, but after considering these little mice might not be able to spend it, he decided to turn to goods for paynt.
Sweet potatoes were the cheapest food in the Great Graveyard store, mainly imported from Silver Pine Town, where they cost only 10 Joss Paper a pound. He could buy loads of it just by doing a couple of tasks.
By the way, the farrs of Silver Pine Town mainly grew this stuff to improve their pigs' diet, boost weight gain—they themselves still preferred pumpkins a bit more.
Oke, standing by the side, was a bit dumbfounded. Wasn't this guy an apprentice in the Oke Magic Workshop? What in the world was 'I reckon we can' Magic Workshop?
But confused as he was, he still loudly announced the original words.
The Mole People, upon hearing this, were stunned, their big buck teeth gaping.
Pay?
What's pay?
And what's a roasted sweet potato?
They usually ate the roots of plants, earthworms in the caves, and their own, other mole people's, or dwarves' excrent and so on.
As for what a roasted sweet potato was, they really had no clue.
Seeing that no one was responding to him or the Demon King's minion, Oke quickly added another line.
"Sweet potato! It's human food! You guys have nothing to do all day anyway, don't you want to try it? It's way more delicious than what you usually eat!"
In fact, Oke had never tasted that thing either.
He generally ate whatever Lord Demon King ate.
Driven by curiosity about roasted sweet potatoes, so Mole People finally betrayed their indignant neighbors and crawled out of the mouse crowd.
"I'll try it!"
" too, I'll try it!"
"Get one as well!"
Seeing the Mole People crowding around, Oke quickly shouted.
"Those who want to sign up, co over here to queue and register! Don't swarm ! And rember! Only if you can carve inscriptions! You get pay only after the work is done!"
As soon as they heard that pay was only given after the work, and they needed to know how to carve inscriptions, the crowd that had surrounded Oke quickly dispersed, half of them returning to the protesting swarm of mice.
However, still quite a few engineering mice stayed behind.
As Oke said, they really didn't have anything else to do, right? And this "pay," it sounded more appealing than working for the dwarves.
"! I can carve inscriptions!"
Seeing the first to sign up, the one who had drunk the chemical pool excitedly hooked his arm over the little mouse's shoulder.
"Good, from now on, you are 'I reckon we can' Magic Workshop's first employee! Leave your paw print on this wooden board, and we'll consider our contract settled!"
As he said this, he handed over a wooden board he had picked up from sowhere to the Mole Person, essentially finalizing the employnt contract.
Seeing more and more engineering mice joining the opposing ranks, Gabeng panicked, screaming out loud.
"Wait! This is cheating! You're not using your own technology; you're using that of the Sharp Teeth Tribe!"
The one who had drunk the chemical pool imdiately retorted.
"This isn't cheating, this is subcontracting! I can't possibly carve those things myself, right?"
Oke relayed his words, and Gabeng got even angrier after hearing them.
"But how is that any different from us carving? You're playing word gas with Gabeng!"
The one who had drunk the chemical pool said unapologetically.
"It's simple, I won't arrange those inscriptions 'your way,' but in a way you've never seen before. As for the difference between the two, I believe anyone with a sound mind will be able to see it after the finished product is out. If you don't believe , you might as well join us and see for yourself. How about it? Want to give it a shot?"
He had already edited the blueprint and the programs of each component on the computer in the real world with modeling tools; it was just a matter of transferring them over.
But talk is cheap, slowly accumulating those parts all by himself would take forever.
This place happened to have a large batch of virtually free labor.
According to Oke, the Mole People are natural craftsn, even capable of processing tal with their teeth! Even the dwarves, who prided themselves on their inscription technology, couldn't stop raving about the abilities of these little fellows.
Faced with the invitation from this silly skeleton, Gabeng struggled internally for a while, but eventually nodded his round head.
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