In the warehouse processing room.
Everyone was swamped.
After getting approval, Steward Ivan had hired a few more temporary workers.
The workers were now wearing coarse-cloth aprons and leather gloves, sorting the various spoils into separate piles under Ivan and the others' direction.
Weapons were hauled by cart to the Blacksmith Shop's stockpile, where they would await the apprentices who would melt them down and reforge them.
Herbs and active substances were placed in their respective boxes, then stored in compressed storage space.
The corpses of common monsters of all shapes and sizes—goblins, kobolds, gnolls, lizardmen, and slimes—were piled in the middle of the open area, awaiting further processing.
At first, some workers had been frightened of the fearsome-looking monsters.
But as they worked, they gradually grew used to them.
They cut up the bodies as skillfully as if they were ordinary livestock, removing the hides and soaking useful organs in preservative.
"Careful! Those venom sacs are fragile!"
Ivan warned a novice alchemist's apprentice nearby.
"A whole venom sac can fetch at least half a gold coin."
"Yikes."
At that, the rookie's hands immediately shook.
Fortunately, he managed to steady them and kept the "priceless" venom sac from falling to the floor.
A speck of dust from the captain could become a mountain on his shoulder.
Nearby, a short, stocky worker hauling a rusty suit of armor wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned.
"Sir Steward, the stuff we've brought in over the last two days is worth more than a whole month's work at my old place."
Before switching jobs, he had worked at a small shop where adventurers sold their spoils. To him, that had already seemed like big business.
"That's because the captain is impressive," Ivan replied, at a loss for words. There was no way