Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1054 - 688: Our Nation Thriving and Prosperous
"According to the latest survey, the number of couples inclined to let their children become warriors or engage in warrior-related industries after adulthood has significantly increased."
"Sales of warrior-supporting potions like Fury Potion, Muscle Potion, Beastman Potion, etc., are soaring; the Imperial Capital has added twenty-one new potion shops!"
"Blacksmith shops are experiencing the highest surge in nearly five years. Across the Imperial Capital, forging materials are in short supply, and carts delivering materials now have to queue at the inspection point for a day to enter the city!"
"Our Warrior Country is thriving!"
Imperial Capital, Royal Palace.
The Minister, holding a thick stack of documents, passionately and energetically reported the recent events to King Banto. His report can be described as impassioned and inspiring; whoever listens will think that this country is truly great!
From Banto's attempt to suppress the smile on his lips, which kept curling upwards despite his efforts, it was clear that his mood was exceptionally delightful now.
Economy is one of the most direct ways to reflect the state of a country.
And now, even a blind person could see the Warrior Country's economy is flourishing!
Enough, it is enough.
"It was worth the effort to organize the Battle Festival; the return has finally arrived."
Banto let out a long breath and comfortably leaned back on the throne, revealing a rare relaxed state.
The benefits of organizing events often do not appear immediately; at this moment, nearly two weeks have passed since the successful campaign Battle Festival, and the rewards are starting to show up in the Warrior Country.
On Banto's desk was a far greater number of reports than before. Glancing over them, the reports involved industries like smithing, potions, massage, etc., all showing a booming development scene.
The Battle Festival has reignited enthusiasm for warriors, making people now passionate about this most traditional and ancient profession.
And these are just reports from the Imperial Capital; it's said that the reaction in Black Stone City, where the Teleportation Gate of Sain Dungeon is located, is even more fervent.
The fervor in surrounding cities may not match that of these two with special status, but everything related to warriors displays vibrant life.
The crucial point is that the national economy has begun to improve significantly due to this event, which is the best outcome!
And not just economically, culturally, traditional warrior spirit is reviving, maybe the country can truly return to the old times of honest folk customs, and then the Warrior Country will truly be full of martial virtue!
For all this, these days, Banto's face has gone numb — the numbness of joy.
Honestly speaking, he thinks this should be the most successful decision he's made since taking office for the Warrior Country, and also the decision with the best impact on the country.
He can now finally understand why people in the Yanor Kingdom appear so relaxed.
"Lying on the treasure of Sain Dungeon, it's really hard to feel tense."
Now, Banto possesses an overwhelming sense of Ainz III's demeanor, quite relaxed. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
If it weren't for not having a grudge with some Evil God, in his current spirit, he might really imitate Ainz III and rush to the sky to set off fireworks.
He now almost can't recall the reason he guarded against Sain Dungeon initially.
Probably after two more days, if someone asks him about this matter again, he'd say:
Guard against Sain Dungeon? What guarding, never happened~
The Minister, accompanying Banto in merriment, switched topics when estimating the other's lung capacity had almost reached its limit.
"Your Majesty, the Magic Association has sent a report. The Fighting Qi conversion technology left by the criminal Younka has universal applicability. The association states they will undertake improvement work, with results expected in three years at the earliest."
Upon mentioning this, Banto slowly stopped his merriment and nodded normally.
"Mm, got it."
He can now view Younka's legacy with a calm mind after profound self-reflection.
The Magic Association's willingness to undertake is a good result, and before the improved, safer Fighting Qi conversion technology becomes available, he has already ordered a ban on using the old technology domestically.
But this almost semi-public thing is inevitably being used by some; thus, some personnel have been dispatched to various regions to advise against usage.
"A bunch of troublesome issues remains unsolved."
Banto's gaze moved beyond the joy-bringing documents to the side problems.
The Warrior Country is currently showing rare vitality and an upward trend due to the success of the Battle Festival, enjoying the dividends.
But many leftover issues aren't thoroughly resolved; there's no room to relax.
Due to Younka's revelations, people now know they aren't pure humans. Their bloodlines somewhat include Little Dragon People, and this element has led to the disappearance of the War God's blessing.
Faith related to the War God naturally faced impact, although nationals weren't deeply rooted in War God faith, it at least connects to traditional founding culture. This matter also affects some people's self-identity, resulting in a series of complex troubling matters awaiting resolution.
And beyond issues like War God faith, there's an unexpected difficult issue awaiting Banto.
"Why are so many refugees from Sikameirom pouring into our country?" Banto deeply furrowed his brow, "Even with strengthened border patrol, how did they manage to get in?"
Refugees from Ten Thousand Religions Country Sikameirom sneaked through tight border patrols like mice, flooding into the Warrior Country, causing quite a negative impact on domestic security.
Local people in the Warrior Country find it hard to comprehend these faithful fellows, yet these refugees won't calm down after arriving, daily deepening their presence, engaging in behaviors including but not limited to:
Dragging locals into sermons, the most common.
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Asking passersby about their faith, if they answer they don't have any, start preaching immediately. If they say they do, inquire about the benefits of adopting the passerby's faith, and if there are advantages, convert on the spot.
Running to places like the Sain Dungeon, the Holy Light Church, and the War God Church, they cry and kneel, with tears and snot, begging the gods to reveal their presence and save them.
There are many bizarre performance arts; people cannot record them all.
This is abstract; it's how the Warrior Country evaluates the Skamelon people.
To talk about normal people, there are some. There are also those disinterested in religion. Actually, the proportion of normal people is quite large. Some Skamelon people even act like normal people when not discussing the church.
However, when someone starts being abstract, their influence alone can overshadow all other normal people.
Eventually, people formed the equation "Skamelon people = Abstract."
Banto has already ordered the arrests, but they can't catch them all. These guys are like bugs, crawling out from some dark corner unexpectedly.
"Why don't we just send troops to flatten Scameroon..."
Banto said exhaustedly:
"Save that small patch of land from producing lunatics."
The ministers waited for their King to pass this "tired of destruction" phase before bringing up the last thing from yesterday.
"Regarding Younka's purpose in collecting the Demon Clan for experiments, Professor Turci and the others have already checked the results."
Upon hearing this, Banto immediately showed interest and said, "Tell me in detail."
"But, Your Majesty, while we have the results, there were also some small accidents."
A day ago, outside the Younka Magician Tower.
Turci hurried towards the Magician Tower, shock lingering in her eyes from unexpected knowledge she had learned.
"Who would've thought, who would've thought that the Demon Clan actually had such a use, who would've thought..."
She arrived in front of the Magician Tower, but the door was not open, as it's commonplace for this place to experience malfunctions. So, she fired a magic cannon to blast open the door and entered, shouting:
"Edgar, where are you? Was the message you sent me true?"
Turci's tone was filled with excitement and surprise; as she walked inside, she continued saying:
"If what you said is true, then you've made great merit, and returning to a free body would not be a problem... Who would have thought the Demon Clan could be used this way."
She muttered to herself:
"It's actually an adhesive for biological fusion!"
Since Edgar was summoned, he accepted the task of helping to inventory the research materials left by Younka. A large portion of these materials contained encrypted information that only his apprentices could understand, and others would need more time to decipher.
Thus, the Magic Association both conducted a lie-detection test on Edgar and obtained more decoded information from him.
Until recently, Edgar found research materials about the Demon Clan among the remnants, immediately abandoning other research to focus all his energy on this.
And now, the deciphering finally had results; he immediately sent the successful news to Turci, inviting her to come over for a joint reading.
Edgar had mentioned a sentence from the research in the communication, promptly attracting Turci to drop all her current work and rush here.
"Why is there no response? His magic power response... turns out to be in the basement."
The basement perpetually emitted a faint stench, perceivable even while descending the stairs.
Because beneath, the Demon Clan used as experimental subjects were being raised, discovered while they were still alive.
Because these living Demon Clan members could be precious experimental materials, they weren't moved but rather kept alive in place.
"To witness such research, a little stench is trivial, wait, what smell?"
Turci's footsteps paused as she detected an unusual scent amidst the Demon Clan's odor.
Blood scent?
She immediately hurried down, saying: "Hold on, Edgar, don't torture those Demon Clan members; they're—"
It could be understood that Edgar, as a traitorous apprentice, was under immense psychological pressure, so venting on the Demon Clan might be possible, but venting is permissible; just don't create a huge impact.
Reaching the bottom floor, past the corner of the wall.
Turci's words abruptly stopped.
Upon seeing the scene before her, confusion flooded her mind, as if it had crashed.
The experimental Demon Clan members somehow freed themselves, gathered together as if enjoying a picnic, devouring chunks of meat, looking highly pleased.
But the critical issue was.
The one they were gladly chewing on as a picnic delight was Edgar.
He seemed somewhat dead.
