Short on manpower, and unable to use skeletons, Satan's grand plan was about to run aground before it had even begun.
Naturally, he did not want to give up, nor did he want to wait too long. So he turned his gaze toward Sui Xiong.
If mortals could not manage it, then they would have to ask a god for help.
Sui Xiong thought for a moment, then asked, "Leon, Orian, Anna—can your three territories spare some people?"
Although Gelten Territory, Gars City, and Keen Territory each belonged to different countries, the Church of Void Mask held absolute authority in those places. They could more or less be considered enclaves of the Northwest Republic. A thousand laborers were truly beyond the Northwest Republic's means, but if the burden were divided among the three territories, it should not be difficult to manage, right?
Orian Gelten answered first. "We can spare two to three hundred people here. Any more than that would probably be impossible. Agriculture, the stationery factory, and the medicinal fields all need a great deal of manpower."
"I'm afraid I can't even spare three hundred people," Anna Keen sighed. Usually, she rarely spoke, truly embodying the principle of "use your ears more and your mouth less." "Keen Territory simply has too small a population."
"Then leave the rest to me," Leon said with a smile. "But give me some time—two months, roughly. Within two months, I'll gather the remaining manpower."
"They must be reliable! There absolutely cannot be anyone playing tricks in the middle of this!" Satan stressed. "If something goes wrong, it'll be a serious matter!"
"That's why I need two months," Leon said confidently. "Don't worry. Two months from now, the people I send you will definitely be loyal and dependable!"
And so the matter was settled.