Isabella Is Secretly Snacking

"How are things with the seawater backflow?" Theus asked Old Connor as he sat in his office, flipping through reports.

Recently, the bureaucratic systems of Castel and Blood Port had been fully established. Old Connor no longer had to spend every day helping him handle paperwork, and Theus himself was no longer quite so busy either.

Now, he only needed to make major decisions. He no longer had to keep an eye on everything and worry himself sick.

He had more time to assist with research and development, as well as...

Teach classes in Worker Theus's body.

Lately, he could clearly feel that more and more threads were listening to his whispers.

At first, he had forcibly pulled those people in to attend his lessons. Later on, they came and went of their own accord.

Many people stopped coming after listening once, but as long as they continued attending afterward, most of them kept listening.

Theus no longer cared that much about whether his lectures were effective. He had always enjoyed talking about these things, and having people listen was even better. Besides, if those people were near Blood Port, this popular science could help them quickly complete a basic general education.

If they were farther away—even directly within territory controlled by the Holy See—it could still broaden their horizons and let them understand the workings of this world from another angle.

In any case, there was no harm in it.

At least, that was what Theus thought.

"The testing ground we set up is north of Blood Port, in an uninhabited wasteland. There are several old river courses there, all dry valleys, so there is no need to worry about the diverted water developing into a flood," Old Connor explained unhurriedly.

"I heard you used a new plan as