Big T Small T, No Ability to Add More Chapters / Warfarin Makes Her Grand Entrance!

Although it wasn't rigorous, this was the only solution available. It was still better than having nothing at all.

Finally, after Huang Cao's series of extreme maneuvers, the Banshee on the operating table pulled through. Both mother and daughter were safe and sound.

"If I really have to make money through medicine in the future, I'm definitely not becoming an emergency doctor."

"Why is childbirth always so difficult for humanoid life-forms, whether in my previous life or in this world?"

Delivering a baby wasn't particularly delicate work, but it was incredibly nerve-racking. More importantly, he had never done this before.

One mistake, and both mother and child could have died.

Huang Cao had claimed he didn't care, but without a doubt, this had been the most nerve-racking moment of his life.

"I'm still too kind."

After finishing everything, the young man let out a soft sigh and barely managed to keep his mental body upright. It was tottering from the excessive tension.

Looking at the happy scene of the mother and daughter, Huang Cao felt a trace of emotion well up inside him for no apparent reason.

Forget it, forget it. He'd just consider it accumulating some merit for himself. He would probably have no shortage of immoral things to do in the future.

Lamian looked at the boy's pale complexion, and a trace of heartache appeared in the corners of her eyes.

"Why don't you go rest for a while? I can handle things here."

"Where would I rest here?"

Lamian glanced at the house, whose walls had already been burned to charcoal. Without a second thought, she pulled the boy into her wooden cabin.

She forcibly pressed him onto her bed and considerately tucked him in.

By then, it was already getting late, and dusk was approaching.

"Good night."

Lamian spoke softly. After drawing the curtains, she left slowly and carefully.

Lamian's room was a little more refined than the other Banshees' rooms. After all, as Lord of the Royal Court, she still needed to maintain a certain appearance.

But it was far from luxurious. Apart from the bed being softer and more finely made than those of ordinary Banshees, and the floor not being bare earth, there was essentially no difference between her room and the others'. At most, she had a somewhat more finely crafted stove.

However, beneath the quilt, Huang Cao caught a familiar scent. The sheets were filled with waves of sweet milky fragrance.

In the past, this scent would certainly have made the inexperienced boy blush.

Unfortunately, while massaging the Banshees, he had no idea how many times he had smelled it.

"Looks like I need to adjust my state of mind. Otherwise, when I get into a fight, I might instantly fall into a disadvantage."

Only then did Huang Cao realize that his strength seemed to be connected to his state of mind.

The more nervous he was, the harder it became to bring out his original strength.

Take this time, for example. Although he had stabilized things in the end...

Fortunately, he had discovered this problem early. At least he hadn't gained nothing.

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Chapter 13: Big T Small T, No Ability to Add More Chapters

"Huang Cao, what's your impression of Kazdel now? How does it compare to Yan Country?"

About another month later, after Huang Cao had completely settled in, Lamian suddenly came looking for him.

"Yan Country is of course better, but I currently have no plans to go back. I have a relative here. He's pretty wealthy and wants to buy some land here to invest in industry and commerce."

"Oh, so you have a relative here?" Lamian asked, somewhat surprised.

"We're not exactly close. This relative of mine is an Undead Spirit, while I'm a Grass-eating Demon. Based on blood alone, we're about as unrelated as two people can be. But he's willing to give me a share of the profits."

That explained it. Undead Spirits were an exceptionally special race. In other words, members of this race could be related to members of any Sarkaz race.

"I'll probably go join him after some more time. It isn't practical to stay here forever."

When she heard that the boy was going to leave, Lamian's face beneath the black veil showed a faint trace of reluctance.

"Are you unhappy here? I can have a bigger house built for you, or we can raise the clinic's consultation fees."

"This isn't about whether it's good or not. This place is too small, and my ambitions don't lie here, good sister..."

They could indeed all count as older sisters. After all, Huang Cao's combined age from his two lives was still less than thirty.

The Banshees here were all far older than ordinary people could imagine.

Someone over a hundred years old was still considered a youngster. Although the Sarkaz had extremely long lifespans, their average lifespan was much shorter than that of other races because the prolonged wars had caused their population to remain in long-term decline.

"So could you help me find Princess Theresia? I want to help my relative buy a piece of land."

Huang Cao pointed at the map on the table, then circled a small vacant plot.

"Is your relative sure he wants to buy this land?" Lamian didn't understand much about commercial operations, but as a native Sarkaz, she knew how barren the land Huang Cao had circled was.

Frequent catastrophes, depleted water sources, and a desolate, uninhabited stretch of land.

That was the first impression everyone else had of this place.

Even when the coalition forces of several nations invaded Kazdel, they had been disdainful of passing through this land.

Had Huang Cao been tricked?

Looking at the boy's utterly pure gaze, Lamian increasingly felt that this possibility was highly likely.

As the saying went, strangers got fleeced halfway, while acquaintances got fleeced completely.

Sometimes, the people scammers cheated were their own family.

"Is your relative asking you to invest money?"

Lamian's gaze gradually sharpened, and she radiated an aura that seemed to say she wanted to protect a cub.

Over the years, Huang Cao's clinic had not been entirely free. If the Banshees wanted better service, they still had to pay a few silver coins.

Huang Cao hurriedly waved his hands. "That's not it. My relative is rather lazy, so he wants to be a hands-off owner who does nothing but collect money. Besides, no matter how he scams me, I'm still in Kazdel, and he also needs to meet the princess."

"All right. I can introduce your relative, but it won't be easy. The money required won't be a small sum."

Lamian sighed softly as she looked at the boy's resolute face. No matter how much she wanted to keep him, she could only let him go.

"Will you come back to visit in the future?"

"Sister Lamian, you may have misunderstood. My relative really isn't very well-funded. At the very least, he'll have to wait three to five years before he can present a purchase proposal to the princess."

Actually, it should have taken around ten years. No matter how harsh the environment was, the land was still part of Kazdel.

Unless he offered a high enough price, he couldn't possibly attract Theresia's interest.

With only his little shop and clinic, even if he occasionally encountered a few suckers, the wealth he accumulated was still far from enough to buy land.

But why had the schedule suddenly been moved forward?

Naturally, it was because while Huang Cao was growing, he had unexpectedly discovered a gold mine hidden somewhere.

Gold—the eternal hard currency!

More importantly, Huang Cao didn't need much industrial equipment to extract the gold from the soil.

Although the process was slow, it was still far faster than running a little shop.

"I was so scared. I thought you were leaving right away. In that case, I'll tell Princess Theresia about this, but I can't guarantee that she'll agree."

"She might not agree now, but that may change in the future. I've always believed that where there's a will, there's a way."

Lamian wrote a letter that very day and sent it out. Without a doubt, Theresia rejected the request outright.

The result was not particularly surprising. National land could not be bought and sold freely, especially in Kazdel, which was now almost completely militarized.

But as mentioned before, where there was a will, there was a way. Circumstances could change.

Huang Cao's main body was rooted in the earth. Combining the senses of a plant with all kinds of information from the land, he eventually reached a particularly alarming conclusion.

Within five years, Kazdel would suffer another great famine!

This famine would spread across multiple nations. With preparations, the other countries would still be able to withstand it.

But under its influence, the economic blockades imposed by Victoria and the other countries would become completely meaningless.

After all, no one would dare provoke a nation that had been driven into a dead end. Who knew what these demon bastards might do?

No country wanted to be the first soul to fall beneath these madmen's blades.

Kazdel, suffering from hunger at home, had to find a way to protect its people.

Huang Cao didn't want to directly provide Theresia with food aid. It would be too conspicuous, and might cause other trouble—or even attract the attention of certain beings.

People could go without gold bars, but they absolutely had to eat their fill.

As Kazdel's leader, Theresia was known as the gentlest Demon King in history. She would absolutely never allow her people to do anything that damaged the nation's image.

So there was only one path: buy food with money.

That money would come from the gold mine Huang Cao had excavated. Theresia had only one path as well: exchange land for money, then exchange money for food.

Of course, if Big T Small T suddenly came to an epiphany within those five years, launched an industrial plan, and revitalized the current stagnant economy, then Huang Cao would take back everything he had said.

But was that possible? It couldn't exactly be said that the two of them had outstanding abilities in governing a country. At best, they were barely competent.

Otherwise, the siblings would not have fought a civil war to the death in the future.

In the original plot, Theresia had needed to invite the Doctor out just to manage a single Tower of Babel. How could anyone expect her to come up with a sound national policy?

The timeline in the other plots might have made it possible, but in this timeline, there had only ever been one Demon King.

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Chapter 14: Warfarin Makes Her Grand Entrance!

After speaking with Lamian, Huang Cao planned to spend all his time from then on winning over the hearts of the townspeople.

The notice recruiting shop assistants had been posted on the signboard the entire time, but no one had ever applied.

There was no other reason: they didn't know how. Most Sarkaz were mercenaries.

Having former mercenaries carry out missions was fine, but asking them to courteously receive customers was genuinely asking too much.

Besides, anyone with the ability to receive customers had long since made a name for themselves on the black market and wouldn't care about a few silver coins.

But that didn't matter. Huang Cao was about to bring the entire population of this town into his fold.

A king with a people was a true king. He didn't want to be a king without subjects.

It would merely take time for his reputation here to surpass Theresia's.

This was easy. Although Theresia was a hero who had led the Sarkaz in resisting foreign invasion, nowhere did the books say there could only be one hero.

She was one of the Six Heroes. Huang Cao could become the Seventh Hero.

Huang Cao could let the townspeople eat their fill, so he was their hero too.

No one wanted to live forever amid war and famine.

The town's population wasn't very large, at most a thousand or so. That number was barely enough to serve as the residents of his territory. After all, there was still a long road ahead, and increasing the population would only take a few decades.

The most important task at present was figuring out how to persuade the townspeople to willingly move to his territory. That wasn't difficult for him.

First, he would establish his reputation here. Then he would persuade Theresia to visit the land he had purchased. Once his strength had developed, he would spend a year transforming the territory.

This period would last no more than ten years. Technology couldn't possibly advance so quickly during that time that someone would suddenly produce aircraft, and Theresia couldn't possibly control the country so tightly that she instantly learned every piece of information.

"It's time to become the local kingpin!"

With a huge gold mine buried underground in his hands, even if something really went wrong, Big T Small T's abilities and the current level of technology meant they probably wouldn't discover anything for a while.

In short, the advantage was mine! Time to pull off a hostile takeover!

Why was Huang Cao so determined to establish his own base in Kazdel? Couldn't he choose somewhere else?

Because at present, only Kazdel's fertile soil could give him his first development base. In other countries, obtaining a piece of land of his own would be no easier than hell mode.

For now, he should continue mining. Once he emptied the underground gold mine, he would have his first sum of startup capital.

Huang Cao had originally thought that after becoming a plant, his abilities would amount to growing tentacles and hitting people with vines. Now it seemed that the blessing granted by the Goddess truly was an invincible template.