"It's already very short, Bell."
Penelope said.
Even after thousands of years of development, there were still many undeveloped regions on Earth, such as deep mountains, deserts, and the deep sea.
For the Menethil Family to have initially developed and utilized Menethil Star's natural resources in only three hundred years was already an incredible achievement.
"Not short at all! It's not short, not short! It's way too long~!"
Bell threw a tantrum and rolled around in protest. Who knew if he simply had not woken up properly that morning...
Ahem.
Three hundred years! Bell did not even know whether he could live for three hundred years. If that did not count as long, then would it not mean he could graduate from Hogwarts after taking a single nap?
In any case, he was dissatisfied with this result. Very dissatisfied!
"...Then what do you want to do? Let me make this clear first: if you are planning to do something dangerous again, I will report you to Lady Elena."
Penelope looked at Bell helplessly, her gaze like that of someone looking at her own foolish son.
And the most infuriating part was that this foolish son was exceptionally good at causing trouble.
"Recruit people! If we don't have enough manpower, then obviously we need to recruit more!"
Bell said as though it were only natural.
"But if we want to expand recruitment on a large scale again, we would have to drastically lower the hiring standards. That might throw every department into chaos and instead reduce work efficiency."
Penelope frowned slightly. She did not believe this lousy idea Bell had come up with on the spur of the moment could have any positive effect.
At this point, it was necessary to explain the Menethil Family's internal personnel structure.
First of all,