Chapter 174: Chapter 43: That Guy Yila and Lord Yila

With the arrival of the Witch Demon, the Iron Demon Statues, which had nothing to do, got a new job–to work with the Witch Demons to build their Mage Towers on a large open area on one side of the Harpy Mountains.

Of course, besides using stone bricks, cement would also be used for the first time as a bonding agent between the bricks. Cement, in this world, was truly something countless times better than paste.

As for the Witch Demons, Vera had already gone to oversee them, so Yila didn’t need to accompany her and observe.

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“It’s done, more than three hundred sets of Magic Armor prototypes… The Werewolves really worked hard.”

Wolf Girl said this while lifting her sleeve to reveal a fair arm. It was hard to imagine she was a very tough Magic Rune Craftsman. She shook her ears and responded to Yila, “But the subsequent engraving of the Demon Marks will still take some time to complete.”

There was no helping it; even the more talented Werewolves could only manage to imitate the carvings in a slow “Drawing Cat into Tiger” fashion, and often they ended up with “Drawing Cat into Tiger” results.

This aspect required Wolf Girl to put in more effort herself.

“These are samples. Yila, you should take them to the Sea Demons to try out first…”

Yila nodded and took the “samples” from Wolf Girl’s hand. It was an extremely sharp hollowed-out stab sword with a matching leather sheath and buckles around it, which seemed adjustable to a certain extent.

What could be said? To achieve this level of refinement, Wolf Girl was indeed quite impressive.

Thinking this, Yila prepared to leave. He then realized something, paused, and smiled, turning his head to say, “Wolf Girl, didn’t you used to call me ‘Lord Yila’?”

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“Hmm… I guess… I’m still not used to it… but…”

Wolf Girl’s face immediately turned red. A bit embarrassed, her ears drooped down and clung tightly to her hair, making for a very cute image.

“Don’t worry about it. Just call me by my name… hope you continue to do so.”

Yila said this and then took a few steps out of the blacksmith shop. After standing still for a few seconds, his body quickly faded and disappeared in front of Wolf Girl’s eyes.

As for Wolf Girl, she would have to continue facing the troublesome task of teaching the Werewolves the art of Demon Marks.

Good luck to her.

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It had been some time since the launch of the first Trade Ship, and during this period, the “Trade Ship” had grown into a fleet of five “Trade Ships.”

Each was named personally and very simply by Satan Ye–Trade One, Trade Two… up to Trade Five, with more possibly to follow.

Regardless of the artistic merit or how it sounded… it was simply easy to remember and straightforward, wasn’t it?

When Yila arrived, he first very seriously checked if the Sea Demons were taking hot baths or changing clothes. After confirming with Tipcapu that they weren’t, he returned from the Void Realm to the Main Material Plane.

At this moment, the three leaders of the Sea Demons seemed to be discussing something and didn’t notice Yila appear in the corner.

“Did Youyou mention when the trade would start?”

The Naga Leader said this, sitting in the middle of the captain’s cabin, playing with the swordfish and Shield Shell the Merfolk had in the pool. When sailing, would the water in the pool not spill out with the waves?

Or was there some special structural design?

“I don’t know, and there’s been no response about making Magic Armor for the swordfish either.”

The Merfolk Leader, lying on the table in a strange posture, spoke–half of her body was lying on the table, while her lower half was in a standing position on the ground… forming an L shape.

It really made one worry about her waist.

“We are the slaves of slaves, aren’t we~”

The Mermaid Leader, with the softest personality, didn’t seem to mind the current situation. Sitting obediently, she watched the Naga Leader play with the swordfish and Shield Shell, saying, “We shouldn’t expect too much.”

“What? That was clearly just to scare us.”

The Naga Leader said, casually waving her hand. She had almost figured it out by now, saying, “That guy Yila has a pretty good personality. That time was just normal scaring us.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

The Merfolk Leader chimed in.

“Even so…”

The Mermaid Leader said, turning her head to look at the Merfolk Leader, just when she was about to say something, she saw Yila standing in the corner with his arms crossed… instantly forgetting what she wanted to say.

“Even so…”

Jana Leader said this, flicking at the swordfish which had inexplicably shrunk into the water, shivering. “You forgot the time we were forced to sing? Although the songs that guy writes are actually not bad.”

The Merfolk Leader, not knowing the situation and why the Mermaid Leader suddenly fell silent, continued to chime in, “Yeah, exactly. If we have the chance, we should definitely get back at him… make him sing for us too!”

“Damn right!”

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“If it’s just singing, then I can totally do that. I can sing for you right now. Your revenge is very cute… and thank you for your kindness.”

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After a moment of *silence*, the Merfolk Leader sprang from the table, while the Naga Leader, hiding her embarrassment with a series of ‘ahems,’ turned to look at Yila, who was smiling gently, holding a strange object.

“This is the Magic Armor designed for swordfish.”

Saying this, Yila stepped into the pool, stroking the excited swordfish’s slippery scaled head. He took a strap and placed the Magic Armor into the pool, saying, “Usually, this would hang on the ship like this.”

“And to wear it, just approach the ship like this, almost parallel, and put your nose in here…”

Yila explained while the swordfish, with great *spirituality*, imitated it. It swam swiftly from one end of the pool to the other, simply passing through the Magic Armor held by Yila, and then wore it.

The previously hard but easily broken long… was it a nose or a tooth?

Anyway, it was now covered with a black shell, the sharp tip having considerable destructive power, qualifying both as a weapon and armor.

“It’s good that you like it.”

Yila said, comforting the excited swordfish and the Shield Shell, which was opening and closing its shell and saying something. He then looked at the three somewhat tense Sea Demon leaders and asked, “What about you? What song do you want to hear?”

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“I… I wasn’t part of their discussion.”

“I was kidding, don’t take it so seriously~ Yila~Sir~”

“Yeah, exactly.”