Frederick rested for quite a while, then returned to his usual exercise and studies at the estate.
On the afternoon the third greenhouse went into operation, he and Basf, who had brought some supplies, arrived at the Slime Gel workshop.
The Slime Gel workshop was now one of the biggest factories in Weissenburg, with hundreds of workers. To keep it running smoothly, Basf had lost a lot of weight and picked up some management experience along the way.
Frederick didn't go to see the surprise first. Instead, he walked through the production process from beginning to end.
First, he visited the Crystal Slime farm, which covered the largest area. It was laid out like a pigsty, with the pools nearly packed full of slimes. Their feed consisted of kitchen scraps bought up from Weissenburg.
Frederick asked Basf, "Can we keep up with the supply of materials?"
Basf replied, "We're just about managing for now. Once we expand again next year, we won't have enough. I'm planning to set up workshops in a few other cities."
Frederick watched the Crystal Slimes bouncing around in their pools, his brow furrowing as he thought.
After a moment, he shook his head. "It'll be enough to set up farms there. The workshop needs some changes. I'll discuss it with you in detail later."
The refugees had all been settled, so they could now turn their attention to upgrading from handicraft workshops to larger-scale production and even rudimentary factories.
There was no need to rush. Frederick planned to do thorough research before making a decision.
Since the boss had said so, Basf agreed.
The two left the farm and arrived at the slaughterhouse.
When the Crystal Slimes were ready for slaughter, they were doused with a little liquor. Once they were drunk and unconscious, they