After Chen Yu led the Demonic Beast army back to the territory, night had fallen completely. The Stinger Bees placed glowing Gray Grit Crystals on the branches, briefly lighting up the castle's night.
It was not until the next morning, when the darkness receded and golden dawn spilled over the fortress, that Anvil and Count Bran, who had gone out to purchase supplies, drove back in their carriage, chatting and laughing all the way.
"Ha ha ha, as expected of a kingdom noble. Count Bran truly is well-informed. You even know about those embarrassing stories of the southern dwarves."
Count Bran stood on his shoulder, chin raised proudly. "Oh, oh, don't be so surprised. This count knows astronomy above and geography below. Naturally, I know a little about such countryside rumors."
"Those dwarves always have those awful red noses like clowns. They're truly ridiculous."
"Ha ha ha, yes, yes, they're practically clowns. Their absurdly proud expressions always remind me of roosters with phoenix feathers stuck in their tails. Ha ha ha..."
Seeing them return safely, Chen Yu finally relaxed.
But judging by Anvil's still-red cheeks, he had definitely drunk quite a lot yesterday.
Forget it.
This fellow had not had alcohol in years. If Chen Yu even had to control him for indulging once, then he would be an utterly heinous demon.
As a qualified king, caring for his subjects' mental health was also necessary.
Chen Yu basked in the sun for a while before beginning another day of drawing talismans.
There were simply too many bad neighbors around the Swamp.
They always gave him an uneasy feeling.
No, he needed more cannons. More.
Once the territory had returned to normal, the Treant territory fulfilled its promise and indeed delivered a great deal of food, along with the Magic Organs