Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 227: Devils are good candidates for being cattle and horses

In most cases, Drogo considers himself a very unconventional dragon, and is very accepting of most behaviors that go against tradition.

But the plan proposed by Asmodeus was a little beyond his expectations.

Using the first generation of Asmodeus as a server is a very creative idea.

Ancestral tombs connected to WiFi!

Drogo followed the current Asmodeus to the palace of the Lord of Hell.

It is not majestic, it is just an ordinary small castle, a little better than Winterhold in the North, but not much.

Compared to the huge scale of Hell Fortress, this castle is inconspicuous.

Moreover, many devils in uniform were walking in and out of the castle, some of them holding documents and the like in their hands.

"Your castle also serves as an office?" Drogo asked curiously.

"City Hall, that's the word, right? This is not my castle, it's the devil's castle. I'm just the current Lord of Hell. After I die, there will be a successor. This castle will not belong to anyone in particular."

Asmodeus said calmly, "I don't need a lot of space to live in, so I might as well make good use of the space and do something more meaningful."

Drogo didn't expect to see such a sense of righteousness in a devil.

Asmodeus led Drogo into his residence, which also served as the town hall.

As you walk through the door, you can see a huge skeleton with all its parts quite complete, like a carefully crafted specimen, giving you the feeling of restoring the original animal bones in a natural history museum.

However, Felin's level of biological archaeology is not very good yet. Drogo has seen the models restored from fossils in various natural museums, and they look a bit unhealthy.

The body of the ancient god belongs to it.

Drogo didn't really believe that the ancient creatures in this world could look like that. Some of them could look very abstract, but not all of them could be so abstract.

“Isn’t this the skeleton of the first Asmodeus?”

“Of course, in order to show our commemoration and respect for the original Lord of Hell, his remains are placed in the very center of the Hell Fortress,” Asmodeus introduced.

"That's true. That's quite respectful."

Drogo was sure that devils were not superstitious creatures.

No, he suddenly realized a problem. The body of a god will not decay after death. The remains of gods on the continent are mainly in the form of bones. This is because in that era when everyone believed that the remains of gods had magical uses, all the consumable parts were consumed, leaving only bones.

The devils have been preserving the remains of the first Lord of Hell. How did it turn into bones? Could it be that the devils have also done something extreme to their god?

That's really "respectful".

Asmodeus saw Drogo's confusion and said, "We restored His body to magic energy, contributing the most important energy to the expansion of the Hell Fortress."

"His body can be restored to magic energy?"

Drogo had never heard of such a technique.

This means that the elements that make up the bodies of the gods are different from those of other species. They don't even seem like creatures from the same planet.

"Yes. We will always remember his contribution. The bones cannot be restored, so they are stored here. Now it seems that the bones can also be put to use. They can bring a network to Hell and open the door to knowledge."

Asmodeus said this and bowed deeply to the divine skeleton.

"The resources in Hell are too scarce. In order to survive, no devil can find peace after death."

"Well, you don't, uh," Drogo said, trying to come up with a nicer way of saying it. "You scavengers."

Drogo silently applauded himself for being able to come up with such a euphemism.

"No, but it's almost the same." Asmodeus smiled slightly. "One of our alchemists created a spell that can grow food in the wasteland of Hell, causing the number of demons to increase rapidly in recent decades."

"Need to use the devil's body specifically?"

Drogo roughly understood that before the chemical technology tree reached that step, he could use alchemy to achieve the effect of fertilizer.

He didn't think there was anything special about the devil's body being used as "fertilizer", at least not as special as that of the gods.

"The bodies of all creatures of Hell are available, but there's no need to waste the bodies of demons, right? No creature has privileges in this desolate plane, and every demon will receive the same fate."

"Including yourself?"

"including me."

"Tsk." Drogo said nothing.

Suddenly, I saw a tragic aura in the devil.

From another perspective, every devil who passes away becomes nourishment for those who come after him.

A breath of romanticism!

"Let's take a look at this skeleton first to see if it can provide a smooth network for Hell," Asmodeus said, breaking the slightly sad atmosphere. "Are there any preparations needed?"

"No need, I can just touch it. Can I use my claws directly?" Drogo stretched out his claws and looked at Asmodeus.

"Okay." Asmodeus nodded.

Drogo put his paw directly on it.

It was no different from the other divine corpses he had come into contact with. The consciousness was brought into the magic space, but it was empty and there was nothing.

There isn't even a spirit, but that's normal. The people of Hell have now converted to believing in the goddess of magic. It would be strange if a spirit could be believed in here.

Another strange thing was that Drogo couldn't be sure because the spell model hadn't been stored yet, but he intuitively felt that the space here was smaller.

He knew that the capacity of the divine bones was related to the amount of power of faith, but the Red Divine Bones were larger than this capacity in their earliest days.

Could this be the reason why the first Lord of Hell was called a demigod? Was he weaker than other gods?
But fortunately, the current capacity should be able to move a few spell models in. Once the devils in hell increase the capacity of this set of divine bones, it won't be too late to copy a large number of spells in.

"No problem, you can use it as a server. Just be careful not to damage it. Hell will have a smooth network soon."

Drogo withdrew his claws and said to Asmodeus.

"Great, that's really good news." The Lord of Hell showed a very happy smile on his face.

Zhuo Ge was a little confused. Should he charge some internet fees?
The Internet on the mainland is free to use because it does not have much operating cost. There is no need to lay network cables or build base stations, and there are only a few operators.

Revenue comes from consumption on various functions on the Internet and ordinary people purchasing Internet access devices.

But there are no ordinary ghosts in hell. All demons have the ability to cast spells and can learn illusion and mimicry, and they do not need to buy Internet equipment.

Secondly, hell is full of poor people. Although Malshem is large in size, it is not a big city and its economy is not good.

Most of the welcoming crowds on both sides of the road were naked devils.

Demons don't need to wear clothes physiologically, but judging from the situation of Asmodeus and the city hall employees, demons will still buy clothes if they have money.

Therefore, it is not difficult to judge from the situation of the welcoming team that the devils are most likely poor guys.

There is simply no money to spend on various online functions.

So how does Drogo make money? Does he do charity?
"It'll be hard for Hell to pay you for improving the network," Asmodeus said at this point.

Drogo's expression twitched slightly. He was bringing up something that was not relevant.
"But we will never let our friends in hell pay in vain."

Drogo didn't say anything. He's still a friend of Hell. Why is he trying to flatter him?
Would Drogo be fooled by a few nice words?

Just when he was about to refuse and at least talk about the terms, Asmodeus continued, "So we can provide labor to offset these expenses. I heard that your group's factories need a lot of labor, and these jobs don't require much knowledge or technology, just physical strength and energy."

"The Drogo Group isn't that short of labor."

Because of the outstanding factory treatment, Zhuoge Group never lacks recruits.

“Our labor is free.”

"I originally came here to pay for the internet bill."

Drogo didn't care.

"We have a workforce that can work 18 hours a day."

"I'm not that kind of dragon."

Many factories in mainland China have a working system of more than ten hours a day, so it's up to Drogo if he wants.

"They won't complain, they can work all the time without holidays, they won't have any mental problems, they are always energetic, all they need to do is provide them with food, they can survive by eating garbage."

"interesting."

Drogo's attitude suddenly changed.

Although he does not support the exploitation of employees, he does not object to employees who insist on being exploited.

"What exactly can you offer?"

"Lemur." Asmodeus replied.

"Lemur? Isn't that the lowest level of devil?"

Drogo knew that the intelligence of demons like the Lemur was somewhat too low, even lower than that of the goblins before they devoted themselves to science.

Factory work does not require high intelligence, but it is not as low as that of a lesser demon.

They, or it would be more appropriate to call them, spend a few years learning and end up drooling.

Moreover, his physical condition is very poor and he cannot even match a healthy adult male in a one-on-one fight.

I'm not the type to work 18 hours a day.

But it is true that you can survive by eating garbage.

"Yes, it is a Lemur, but the Lemur now should be different from the Lemur you remember."

Asmodeus snapped his fingers, and a teleportation array appeared, and a inferior demon was teleported out.

Drogo sniffed it with disdain and it was still the familiar scent of a weakling. The creature looked a little stronger than the original inferior demon, but the difference was not big.

It's probably still no match for a slightly stronger adult male human.

"What's different?"

"After changing the racial strategy of conquering other planes, we selected and bred a large number of inferior demons."

"Have you worked out the theory of evolution?"

"What is the theory of evolution? I remember this concept in the Digimon you introduced."

"Okay, that means we haven't figured it out yet." Drogo didn't expect that the devils would accidentally figure out selective breeding.

However, since they can use inferior demons for breeding, it seems that most high-level devils do not regard these lowest-level devils as their own kind.

"It's different from the previous selection of the most fearless and craziest inferior demons to serve in the war."

Drogo understood what was going on. It turned out that all the inferior demons before were selected like fools. Fearless is a good word, while crazy and fearless probably means there is something wrong with the brain.

"We are breeding smarter and more agile Leucophobes now. Although they are not as aggressive as others, they are capable of more complex tasks. Follow me."

Asmodeus took Drogo to the basement level of the castle.

The summoned inferior demon also followed behind.

The underground floor is a place similar to a document distribution center.

All the people working here are inferior demons. They quickly and orderly check the sources of massive amounts of files, the offices they are sent to, and classify and distribute them.

Drogo looked at it for a while and decided that if he could do this kind of job, then working as a carbon-based machine on the assembly line would also be no problem.

"This inferior demon is the foreman of this floor." Asmodeus introduced the inferior demon behind him.

"Let them give priority to processing the files sent from the second layer of hell." The Lord of Hell gave orders to the inferior demons.

Then the leading demon took action immediately, saying something unclear. The demons on all floors heard the order, gathered together, and accelerated the classification of the pile of documents.

The commands spoken should be a kind of devil language. Drogo also knew some knowledge of devil language. The commands spoken by the inferior demon seemed to be a super simplified version, with only simple words uttered.

"The leader lemure is a selected individual with higher intelligence. He is able to understand complex information and pass down the decomposed instructions to lower-level lemures, so there is no need to command the actions of each lemure individually."

Asmodeus introduced these hardworking inferior demons as if he were introducing a tool.

"Do you know anything about ants or bees?"

"There are ants and bees in hell?" Drogo had never thought that there would be such things in hell. The survival ability of insects was too strong.

"I just want to make it easier for you to understand. The current batch of inferior demons are similar to worker ants or worker bees. They have no thoughts of their own and are always working. They also have an advantage that they do not have an old age period. They will age to death within a few days, and their bodies can become food for other inferior demons."

I have to admit, Drogo was moved.

Asmodeus was indeed a good salesman and successfully sold the inferior demons.

What is the ultimate tool devil?
Compared to this, humans seem to have no competitive advantage in being workers.

How to arrange the existing workers?
Another headache.

Drogo decided to think about it later. Lesser demon work would not become mainstream in the short term.

"Then how many inferior demons can you provide?" Drogo asked the last concerned question.

"Well, that depends on how much you need."

Asmodeus spoke in a loud voice.

"What do you mean, your supply of Lemurs is unlimited?"

"Almost. As long as there is enough garbage to feed on, they can reproduce 20 to 30 babies per litter. They can produce three litters per year, and they can grow from juveniles to adults in two months."

Asmodeus stretched out his right hand. "So, indeed, there is an unlimited supply."

"Okay, deal." Drogo also stretched out his right claw.

Now we need to find a place to accommodate so many inferior demons. Maybe we need a new city.

Drogo's city construction plan is launched!
“What about the Internet?”

"There will be a group of goblin engineers coming."

"Goblin? Engineer?"

"Yes, the devils are not the only race that are changing."

(End of this chapter)