Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 528 - 278: Every Monster Can Have Bread and Milk!

Chapter 528: Chapter 278: Every Monster Can Have Bread and Milk!

Luckily, the Dragon Race Maiden mentioned her general idea about constructing the Underground Maze beforehand, so Shami quickly corrected her mistaken belief that ’holding tight is winning’.

"Of course, everyone can share their thoughts with each other, but they can’t be too similar. If all the dungeons are the same, the adventure guild will surely lose interest in exploring."

To ensure the adventure guild has a good exploration experience in the Underground Maze, the Demon King has worried about them since the beginning.

"Oh~"

Everyone had many doubts and questions about the construction of the Underground Maze, and Shami answered them one by one.

During this process, the flat golden fur was unexpectedly quiet, hardly saying anything, always maintaining a calm face, with furrowed brows, displaying an expression of deep contemplation.

Busy answering various questions, Shami did not notice the odd behavior of the flat golden fur.

The girl who usually loves to chatter suddenly not speaking one day is an extreme anomaly!

"Great, since everyone has a preliminary plan, let’s set off quickly."

The four Demon Envoy maidens and the demon tribe leaders left the meeting room to start their Dungeon Maze construction journey, after discussing the needed magical creatures.

The general procedure was: Head to the underground warehouse of the Demon King Castle to take possible needed equipment, go to various demon tribes to gather required magical creatures, and finally, head to various kingdoms to find suitable points for building the Dungeon Maze.

In the meeting room remained the pink Minotaur, Bone Frame, Rolling Stone Spirit, Aowu, and other magical creatures.

"Lord Shami, what about my task? Why isn’t the Minotaur Tribe included in the three-step strategy?"

The pink Minotaur looked at Shami sadly.

"Uh, the Demon Envoys will arrange for Minotaurs to act as mini-bosses in their Dungeon Maze based on actual situations; isn’t that enough?"

"It’s not enough, definitely not enough. The Minotaur Tribe is the core follower of the first religion of the Demon Tribe, and they can only wait for adventurers to grace them in the dungeon?"

The pink Minotaur sobbed, holding back tears.

"An army without ideological equipment is the one most lacking faith and strength, Lord Shami..."

"Then what do you want? You worship a yellow fairy, and I really can’t figure out how to arrange a church like that."

Shami did plan to assign tasks to the Minotaur Tribe, but ever since the Pure Love Sect emerged, he couldn’t understand the development path of the Minotaur Tribe.

A tribe that considers the flat golden fur as the main god, the other three Demon Envoys as secondary gods, and regards the Demon King as a being used for religious devotion is already a thorny heretical existence from any angle.

It’s already giving them quite a face that Shami doesn’t hold several ideological and political lessons for the Minotaur Tribe every day.

"I hope to send a missionary team to the various kingdoms to promote the first religion of the Demon Tribe. If we can invade the Human Kingdom at the level of culture, thought, and faith, then the Demon Tribe’s dominance of the continent is just around the corner!"

The pink Minotaur said seriously.

"But who would believe in Lureya? Not everyone can accept flat chests like I can."

Shami retorted lightly.

"Moreover, pink Minotaur, aren’t you underestimating the Human World? It has its own religions. If foreign missionaries invade, those defenders of religious authority will not easily let you heretics go."

The Aireland Continent is inherently a land filled with religious power structures, with over a dozen religions and believers scattered across the land, where wars erupted annually due to the differences in religious beliefs.

"The Pure Love Sect will definitely establish itself on the continent!" The pink Minotaur firmly believed in his faith. "My very existence is to spread the Pure Love Sect to every corner of the continent!"

No, you only revived first in the Minotaurs’ resurrection because you indulged too much in me and the flat golden fur.

Seeing the pink Minotaur full of vigor, Shami couldn’t bear to refuse him again.

He pondered carefully.

"Okay, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll allow you to develop the Pure Love Sect, build churches near various Dungeon Mazes to preach, and also send 7 missionary teams outside the Demon Realm. But you must set up churches with faith in me as the god. Of course, the Demon King is surely not being jealous here."

Shami spread his hands.

"Thank you, Lord Shami! I understand! The first religion of the Demon Tribe will surely flourish!"

The pink Minotaur shouted excitedly and ran back to the Minotaur Tribe.

Only a few magical creatures were left in the meeting room; the meeting was nearing the end.

Shami looked around at the magical creatures and gave a somewhat meaningful speech.

"Everyone knows what staying here means, right? — Logistics! Supplies! The last line of defense! While the Demon Envoys and other magical comrades are out fighting for the development of the Demon Realm and expanding the Demon Tribe’s territory, we must ensure the production of every piece of bread and every bottle of milk on the rear! So that every magical creature can have bread and milk! The future of the Demon Realm and the Demon King Castle relies on everyone!"

The magical creatures were inspired by Shami, cheering loudly.

"The first all-Demon Tribe representatives’ conference is successfully concluded!"

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Esper Kingdom, Zashi Deler City City Lord’s Mansion.

Secret room.

A secret meeting is being held.

The Zashi Deler City Lord looked gravely at the documents on the table.

These documents were heavyweight intelligence compiled by the Zashi Deler City Security Bureau over several sleepless nights.

As it turns out, the intelligence is not only heavyweight but also beyond everyone’s imagination.

In the center of a pile of documents, there is a not-so-clear photo, but it is already possible to discern the protagonist’s appearance within.