The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"That thing is called a Magic Device?"

He didn't expect that thing to be so valuable.

Thinking about how he had been using it all day, hammering away with Guangguang, and then casually leaving it at the construction site afterward, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

When he got back, he was determined to find an expensive box, carefully pack it away, and treasure it like a priceless artifact!

Seeing Shepp's pale face, the older Herbalist nodded and sighed.

"I heard that they consume Demon Crystals... Of course, there are some that supposedly don't need Demon Crystals but instead draw on the user's own Magic Power."

As he spoke, he still looked incredulous and added another comment after his sentence.

"Why would they give you something that valuable? And just let you use it like that?"

There was another half a sentence he swallowed and didn't say aloud.

And that was: "Why you, of all people?!"

"I don't know… That gentleman even left the tool with me and didn't take it back after I finished the work," Shepp nervously swallowed and continued, "But thanks to that thing, I completed three days' worth of work in just a day! Maybe... he hoped I would work faster?"

The Lampmaker and the Herbalist exchanged glances, unable to resist asking.

"Turning three days of work into one… Is that thing really that amazing?!"

As everyone marvelled, they began whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

But at this point, no one doubted Shepp's story anymore—after all, he really had built the barn in just one day, which was absurdly fast.

This wasn't something that could simply be explained away by sunny weather!

Over by the nearby campfire, a construction worker who had just sat down overheard their conversation and couldn't help but interject.

"What's the big deal? It's just a nail gun… When we were working, we saw even more powerful tools than that."

The Lampmaker's eyes widened in shock.

"Even more powerful ones?!"

Seeing everyone's attention shift to him, the construction worker, filled with vanity, grinned and said proudly.

"You know that cement made from volcanic ash, right? The Lords usually use it to fill cracks in walls. But here, they directly used wooden boards to build a mold, inserted iron rods in the middle, and poured the mixed slurry inside. Once the wooden boards were removed, it hardened like bricks! Honestly, after working as a mason for so many years, it's my first time seeing a construction method like this."

"Me too…" Another construction worker looked equally amazed and said, "And there were several iron rods in each frame… I really don't know where they got so much iron!"

A Blacksmith nearby interjected.

"Iron? That stuff is steel! It's forged from a massive furnace; I'm one of the people helping with the work!"

"Don't you think the most incredible thing is the cement?" The first construction worker cut in again, muttering as he spoke. "There's a mine nearby, so having iron and coal doesn't surprise me. But where's the volcano?!"

While everyone was grappling with this mystery, a young man timidly chimed in.

"Maybe… the raw material isn't volcanic ash at all."

The construction worker was struck speechless, halting his words.

The surrounding people also froze, their gazes fixed on him.

"Not volcanic ash?"

"Then what is it? Mud?"

Faced with so many questioning stares, the young man shyly replied with uncertainty.

"I don't know either… But I saw the raw material; it seemed like some kind of stone. They crushed it, then hauled it into a gigantic furnace, similar in size to the ones used for steel forging. After it was burned, it turned into ash. Oh, and when crushing those stones, they used a special kind of hammer—one with its own power source."

Nobody paid attention to the latter half of his explanation.

After all, they had already heard about nail-shooting guns, so a hammer with its own power wasn't all that surprising anymore.

Instead, the idea of cement made from stone was far more shocking.

In Twilight Province, cement was practically monopolized by the Dwarves of Brass Pass, much like other valuable metals, and served as one of their main export goods.

Although none of them knew how much cement cost, materials too expensive for even the Lords to use were undoubtedly valuable.

Yet here, the Demon King's minions weren't just using cement to replace stone; they were even using it to build houses for the refugees who had just arrived!

It was as if the Demon King didn't have a spell to turn iron into gold and had instead used gold to make bowls for these poor people to eat from...

They didn't need outsiders to criticize them; they themselves felt it was wasteful!

After a long silence, Shepp sighed and remarked.

"Maybe this is the legendary alchemy…"

Sitting next to him, the Hunter nodded in agreement.

"I heard the Demon King is an Undead Mage… Wouldn't it make sense if he knew how?"

Just as he finished speaking, a bearded man beside him snarked.

"Are you dumb?! Why would that gentleman personally bother with such trivial tasks? His underlings can handle it!"

The Hunter's face flushed, and he defended himself.

"That's exactly what I meant… Since the Demon King knows these things, of course his minions do too!"

The crowd continued their lively discussions, sharing experiences from their day at the camp and recounting the miraculous sights they had seen while working for the Demon King's minions.

And when they started exchanging stories, they realized that the Great Graveyard was beyond their wildest imagination.

Nail guns were just the tip of the iceberg.

Their steel wasn't forged but extruded and cut into shape. Their cloth wasn't handwoven but produced at an astonishing speed by steam-powered machines.

Then there were the crops grown indoors, the stone giants that leveled the land using shovels, and the Earth Cave Spiders that mined ore and transported soil...

The rumors grew increasingly extravagant and fantastical, while their admiration for the Lord Demon King swelled from a trickling stream into a roaring ocean.

"I really feel sorry for the Lords here…" Listening to everyone's vivid descriptions, Brook couldn't resist commenting as he wiped his sword.

"Why waste your pity on that stingy man," Shepp sneered with schadenfreude. "Right now, I just want to see him sweating buckets!"

"It'll happen," the Hunter said with a laugh. "I'd wager that after winter, when he sees a city loyal to the Demon King suddenly appear behind him, he won't just sweat—it might scare the piss out of him!"

"Hahaha!"

The group burst into laughter. However, one person rationally shook his head and commented.

"That might be a bit exaggerated. There are only two or three hundred people here now, and the walls are two or three meters tall, made of wood. If I were him, I wouldn't take this place seriously."

"Two or three hundred people is just for now—soon, there will be more!"

The Hunter smiled, patting the man's shoulder. Turning to face the group seated around the campfire, he spoke with conviction.

"Don't forget how they drove us all here!"