Hakurou was left on the Sixth Floor.
Then Draco took several people to the Lava World of the Seventh Floor.
At the Scorching Temple, Demiurge sensed someone intruding and walked out of the temple.
Upon seeing Draco, he immediately stepped forward to salute.
"Lord Draco!"
Draco nodded slightly, "No need for formalities, I just brought some people to take a look."
He then led Kurobe to a workshop not far from the temple.
The sounds of hammering iron echoed from within.
"Kurobe, this place will be under your charge from now on. You can command the people inside as you wish."
Iron ore from the mountains would be transported here for refining and processing.
This was Draco's specialized workshop for refining steel, and it was perfectly suited for Kurobe, who was skilled in forging.
"Understood, my lord!"
"Mm." Draco nodded and continued, "If you have any problems or need help, just tell me."
"I will find the Magic Steel for forging magic weapons for you as soon as possible."
"Understood, my lord."
Afterward, Draco handed Souei over to Demiurge.
Souei's talent was very suitable for intelligence gathering.
Moreover, he was also skilled in stealth, so having him follow Demiurge was ideal.
"There are still many suitable personnel within the Ogre Tribe. I will assign them to your charge after I name them."
After giving instructions to Demiurge, Draco led everyone away from the place.
After roughly touring Nazarick with the Red-haired Uncle, Benimaru, and Shion, the group arrived at the office on the Ninth Floor.
"Uncle will be responsible for guarding the safety of the city outside, and Benimaru will temporarily be on standby."
"I have other tasks to assign to you these days."
"Understood!" x2
"As for Shion..."
Draco fell into contemplation.
He really couldn't think of how to arrange her.
He already had Albedo as his secretary, and now he didn't have any suitable positions for Shion under him.
As one of the future Twelve Guardian Kings, the God of Combat King, she was now facing a crisis of unemployment.
Under Shion's expectant gaze, Draco finally decided to temporarily keep her on the Ninth Floor.
"Shion, for now, follow Albedo. We'll make other arrangements when a suitable job comes up."
"Yes! My lord!"
Shion was overjoyed and eagerly followed Albedo.
However, what Draco didn't know was that this decision was his biggest mistake ever... In the afternoon, Draco's MP had recovered to full.
But he didn't proceed with naming; instead, he began to furiously summon magic items using Summon All Things.
In the great hall of the Throne Room on the Tenth Floor, equipment, scrolls, and potions were piled up like mountains.
Around them, a dozen maids were frantically organizing these items.
Draco needed startup capital to purchase a large number of slaves.
Not only that, he also planned to establish a merchant guild to amass gold coins from this world.
This was a pay-to-win game, and money was very important to him.
Even if all the NPCs in Nazarick were annihilated, as long as he had money, he could revive them indefinitely.
These summoned items were currently the fastest way to acquire gold coins.
Massive summoning once again depleted Draco's MP; he could only continue summoning after 5 hours.
The maids would have to work hard, as they had to tidy up all these things.
Among these items, there were occasionally one or two decent ones, such as the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
Draco placed these in Nazarick's Underground Treasury.
It was a storage place for valuables, weapons, and items, accessible only by teleporting with the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown.
It belonged to a special space.
Before dinner, Draco summoned another batch.
He then let the maids continue organizing while he went to the dining room.
Shuna had already prepared a lavish dinner.
Speaking of which, Shuna had been very busy these past two days.
She had to teach three classes by herself and was also responsible for everyone's dinner, bustling with activity.
In the dining room, Milim and Kurumi arrived on time.
"Oh~ What delicious food is it today?"
Milim looked excited.
Shuna smiled and brought out the food, "Roast meat, mushroom soup, vegetable salad."
"Wow! That's great!"
Milim impatiently picked up her chopsticks, directly grabbed a piece of roast meat, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Tender and smooth, rich in juices.
Milim's eyes sparkled, "Mmm~ Delicious!"
But when she saw the vegetable salad, her face immediately fell.
"Vegetable... salad..."
Milim looked utterly desolate.
Having eaten vegetables for thousands of years, she was almost going crazy.
"Don't waste food!"
"Ugh~" Milim lowered her head.
Kurumi smiled and picked up the vegetable salad, "This tastes really good, you should try it."
"Ah! Alright..."
Milim, looking desolate, picked up the vegetable salad and put it in her mouth.
Her previously dejected expression immediately vanished without a trace.
"This is..."
"How is it?"
"En!"
Milim nodded heavily, "So vegetables can be this delicious!"
"This is my specially made salad dressing, that's why the taste is different."
"Shuna, you're too amazing. You really should let Midred come and learn from you."
"Am-am-am..."
Just as Milim was eating with relish, Draco interrupted her.
"Milim, I have something I want to ask of you."
"Hmm? Just say whatever it is, there's nothing Milim can't do."
She declared confidently, puffing out her unremarkable chest.
"I want to borrow your territory."
"Huh!?"
Milim looked stunned, "Territory can be borrowed?"
"Of course it can. Didn't you say you could do anything?" Draco said with a smile.
"This, this, this..."
Milim was extremely conflicted, "But the territory isn't even mine. I just sheltered them."
"Besides, your place is so big, why do you need territory?"
Milim was clearly oblivious to such matters.
She had sheltered those people for thousands of years; in everyone's eyes, it was her territory.
"Think about it, such a large piece of territory, how many delicious things could be grown there."
Draco coaxed, "The people in your Dragons Capital are less than 100,000, so much land is being wasted."
Milim perked up at these words, seemingly finding Draco's argument very reasonable.
"That seems to make a lot of sense."
"Of course it does!"
Draco continued to strike while the iron was hot.
"We're already such good friends. For the food we grow, we'll split it 90-10—you get ten percent and I get ninety!"
...Great Tomb of Nazarick
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