The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

If it were a month ago, forget these cows—he himself would've been terrified by these Little Demons.

But after spending some time with them, he realized these creatures weren't as scary as he'd imagined. At the very least, they wouldn't lay hands on someone who also served the Demon King.

By the way, these Little Demons claimed to be herdsmen too, and said they hailed from the grand Demon City.

However, the livestock they tended in the past were Hell Mountain Goats, so they'd never seen these "moo-moo"-calling creatures before.

That Player known as Beast Senior told him that some tasks that weren't too risky could be entrusted to these Little Demons. Then, he tossed him a Translation Crystal.

The thing could translate Hell Language into the Aus Continent language.

Though Shepp couldn't quite grasp what "tasks not too risky" actually referred to, he accepted the crystal anyway.

After all, having experienced helpers is always better than having none.

Additionally, he was curious about what Hell Mountain Goats actually were and how they differed from Surface goats.

If he ever had a chance, he'd definitely buy two to see for himself.

Ever since arriving at Beifeng City, he felt like he was encountering something new and curious every single day.

Back to business—stepping into the pasture, Shepp quickly snapped into his daily routine.

He first checked the health of the herd and got familiar with these animals' faces. Then, using his own methods, he conveyed to them who the true master of this place was, before herding them into the cowshed.

There were a few mother cows that had probably just given birth not long ago and seemed rather frail.

Though cows like these can immediately start producing milk once you buy them, they rarely survive the winter. The merchants who sold them clearly didn't have good intentions.

Shepp cursed under his breath, vowing to personally pick the animals next time he went purchasing.

But for now, there wasn't time to complain.

He ordered the Little Demons following behind him to fetch some bran from a nearby warehouse. Then, he set up a large pot and threw the bran in, mixing it with sugar beets and root vegetables to simmer until everything in the pot turned into a mushy paste.

The Little Demons floating nearby were all swallowing their saliva, their eyes glued to the pot.

"It smells amazing!"

"Are we about to eat?!"

"Isn't it a bit early for that?"

Despite their words, their behavior was far from restrained. If not for the fact that the food in the pot was still scalding hot, they probably would've swarmed over already.

"This stuff isn't for you! It's for feeding the cows! Look at you—all so shameless. Go and dump the feed into the troughs instead. I'll prepare lunch for you… at noon."

Shepp shouted at them, shooing these wing-flapping creatures to the side. Then, carrying the freshly cooked mush, he approached the frail mother cows and began feeding them spoonful by spoonful with a wooden ladle.

At first, the mother cows refused to eat, stubbornly holding their necks high as though completely uninterested.

Eventually, one of them tried licking a bite, and perhaps discovering the taste surprisingly good, it reluctantly started eating.

Nearby, the Little Demons—still swallowing their drool—were now galvanized by the promise of lunch. They fetched feed from the warehouse and began filling the troughs in the cowshed.

Shepp noticed that these little fellows were unexpectedly efficient when it came to handling things.

The only drawback was their wings, which tended to kick straw all over the place.

But as long as he forbade them from flying indoors, things would be fine.

Out of respect for Lord Demon King himself, they were generally obedient to his commands, at least within "reasonable bounds."

For instance, when asked to perform their assigned tasks, they would comply even if reluctantly.

After finishing feeding the frail mother cows, Shepp patted their heads and fetched some metal buckets from the storage room.

Based on his experience, these highland mother cows would enter a lactating period lasting nine to twelve months postpartum. If they weren't milked for over two days, it could lead to blocked ducts.

Though they appeared weak, the area on them was already swollen almost to bursting.

Relying on the trust he'd just established, Shepp skillfully relieved them of their accumulated milk and placed the fresh milk-filled metal buckets onto the stove where the coals hadn't yet extinguished, boiling it.

Since it was winter, boiled milk wouldn't spoil too quickly—he could store it for two to three days without issue.

He boiled some of the milk and canned it to keep outside in the snow, reserving the majority for making cheese, cream, butter, and other dairy products.

After working the entire morning, Shepp finally finished all of his tasks by noon. He immediately went to prepare lunch for himself and the Little Demons who had been helping.

The lunch was simple and unpretentious: slices of black bread smeared with Dark Night Elf-specialized berry jam. Yet, these unsophisticated creatures gobbled it up as though they couldn't get enough, even looking eager to shove their fingers in their mouths.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! What is this?! How can it taste so delicious?!"

"Damn! Is this the Surface World?! It's so prosperous!"

"Waaah… If only I'd followed Lord Demon King's footsteps ten years earlier!"

"You weren't even born ten years ago, were you?!"

How could someone this young have already mastered so much nonsense?

As he watched the chirping Little Demons, Shepp—who was eating with them—had a slightly bewildered expression on his face and took a bite of the dry bread.

Maybe it was because he'd been working all morning, or perhaps watching the Little Demons wolf down their food made him feel hungry himself, but lunch today seemed especially delicious. He polished it off in less than half the usual time.