"So, ogres are not as weak as we expected?"

Looking at Nari beside him, Maradal touched his beard and asked, "If their social class is like Nari you said, how do this creature survive? How do they obtain food without a worker? How do they reproduce without women?"

"It's simple to have no food. Will someone else have a robbery soon?"

Nari sneered and said, "Don't forget their name, and when necessary, they can even treat other races as food!"

Nari's words silenced the room, and Niami asked timidly: "What about breeding?"

"This is the most special thing about ogres!"

Naili shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Most of the intelligent life we ​​have seen are composed of two different types of life, male and female, while ogres are different. They only have males, so their reproduction is different from others! They mainly rely on male and male children to reproduce offspring!"

Male... giving birth? Some comics she had accidentally read in Niami's mind, and as her breath became thicker, her little face began to turn red slowly.

The two of them who noticed the changes in Niami looked at each other, and then Nari chuckled and knocked on the table: "Hey, wake up the little fujoko, it's not what you think!"

Niami, who was awakened by Nari's words, blushed. She looked at the two people who seemed to be smiling with embarrassment, then shrank her head and sat on the chair without saying a word.

"It looks like a boy, but it's not like that!"

Nari explained with a smile: "When the ogres want to reproduce, they will randomly pair them up, and then the wizard will take out the blood of the two and fuse them together. Through a unique mysterious witchcraft, the mixed blood is placed in a human-shaped clay abrasive tool made of soil. After half a year, a new life will be born from the abrasive tool!"

Nyami was stunned by the words of Nari. She was stunned for a long time before muttering to herself: "What a magical..."

"It's really amazing!" Nari sighed sincerely: "This is how ogres reproduce. You know, I was surprised for a long time when I heard about this news!"

"Sister Nari!" Niami, who had a flash of inspiration in her mind, asked quickly: "This kind of witchcraft is so magical, can we do it too..."

Neri, who guessed that Niami was thinking, rolled her eyes. Of course she knew what Niami was going to say. In Neri's memory, the people of Delaney, who were trapped in the unrest of the population, were very interested after learning about the way ogres reproduction, and they continued to invest in various resources just like they don't have money. Unfortunately, they had been studying for hundreds of years, but in the end they couldn't find out what was so.

"Okay, Niami, put away your little thoughts! The ogre method may not be suitable for us!"

Looking at Niami who didn't say anything but looked dissatisfied, Naili had to persuade him with great scruples: "This method has great restrictions. First of all, the two parties that fuse blood. They become extremely weak in the short term, and they cannot even reach one-tenth of their normal strength!

In addition, after the process is over, their blood will lose its effect within twenty years, and no one knows the reason!"

Niami sucked her cute nose and then said dissatisfiedly: "So there are so many restrictions!"

"Of course!"

Maradal smiled and said, "Everything in the world has its own rules. Although ogres reproduction seems magical, they must also abide by the sacred laws of nature. Otherwise, wouldn't this world be messed up and all turned into ogres?"

"That's right!" Naili nodded and said, "Okay, Maradal, I have told you most of the situation. Can I transfer the sacrificial sects from the Secretariat?"

Maradal didn't say anything. Looking at Nari who was staring at him tightly, he smiled bitterly and pondered: "I can give you the person, but there is a little!"

Nari, who finally waited for Maradal to agree, was overjoyed. Without waiting for the other party to finish her words, she quickly patted her chest and promised: "No problem, I promise you everything!"

"readily!"

Maradal looked at Naili with a treacherous look on his face, and said quickly without waiting for Naili to regret: "I just like your personality! That's the case, I'm disrespectful to the weapon indicators assigned to you by Hatalu!"

"No! This is definitely not possible!"

Nari opened her eyes wide when she heard this, then quickly waved her hand: "I snatched this from Osar. I gave it to you, what should I do?"

"That's your question!" Maradal said proudly: "Anyway, you have answered me, so we can't go back on our word!"

...

Not long ago, Weilun, who took time out, held a meeting of archbishops. At this meeting, he summarized various data in detail, and then the five archbishops in a daze realized what they had in their hands now.

Simply put, they underestimated how much effect the original industrial equipment could have on the poor and poor Draenei people!

The foundation of industry is steel. Although engineering technicians have been complaining about the lack of high-quality iron ore, the wind element has started a strike again, and the newly born fire element has caused all kinds of chaos, in general, in a year, the Draenei people have refined nearly 500 tons of steel. Hatalu swore that as long as the iron ore is in place, he can refine 3,000 tons in five years!

There are 3,000 tons of steel? No one except Viron has this concept. They just feel a lot of vague feelings. Maybe they can use it by themselves!

Then the debate began, especially when Viron said that after the newly released steel was given priority to the manufacturing of armor and livelihood supplies, the five archbishops could no longer sit still, and tried every means to give priority to their own people. In the end, Viron, who was already frustrated, threw the trouble to Hatalu and asked him to decide who would start first.

After the meeting, Akhama was the first to visit her door. Looking at Hatalu who seemed a little strange when she opened the door, Akhama, who had been a partner for thousands of years, walked into the room directly, looked at the layout a little, then went to a hidden corner, reached out to take out a bottle of fine wine shining with green light, and then sat in front of the table without hesitation and started drinking it beautifully.

Akkama's actions almost made Hatalu's nose crooked. This bastard is too self-conscious, right? He didn't take his master seriously at all! But before he could get angry, Akkama said with a smile: "I guessed that you have good things here, and the way you hide things has not changed at all for so many years."

Hatalu, with a stinky face, sat opposite Akama, looked at Qingyue wine that was ruined by Akama with distress, carefully poured himself a glass, picked up the cup and took a sip. After closing his eyes and savoring the unforgettable taste, he asked with an unhappy face: "Tell me, what are you asking for me today?"

"If it's okay, can't you disturb you?" Ignoring Hatalu's dissatisfaction, Akama chuckled and said, "Has we both not sat together for a long time? I'll come and disturb you?"

"That's it?" Hatalu asked disbelief.

"It's really that way." Akama showed a pure look and looked at Hatalu with an innocent face.

Looking at Akhama's look of being wronged, Hatalu almost believed him. Unfortunately, he knew Akhama so much! To be honest, the two who grew up together know each other better than their family. Akhama was a naughty naughty child since childhood, and Hatalu was bullied by him when he was a child, and he could not count the things he was fooled. If it weren't for the shadow of childhood, Hatalu wouldn't have become a major engineering technician when he grew up. You must know that his ideal was like Akhama, who wanted to become the most powerful garrison officer.

Hatalu, who guessed that Akama Xiaojiu, was not in a hurry. He slowly picked up the cup and took a sip, and said softly: "Since that's the case, then hurry up, get out of this bottle of wine after drinking it."

Ya? Hatalu's actions made Akama a little depressed. Looking at Hatalu who seemed to be smiling, this guy immediately understood that his skills had failed. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: I was wrong, but I didn't expect that Hatalu would not take this trick at all now!

One plan failed, Akama's eyes rolled, and another plan came to his heart. He shook his head with a sigh and said, "Oh, Hatalu, you know me. Actually, I really have a small thing to come today. Please help me, you must agree!"

Hatalu, who was shocked by Akhama's actions, sounded the alarm bell in his heart: It appeared, it appeared! Akhama's fox tail was finally revealed! A constant warning in his heart, and Hatalu asked without hesitation: "What is it that makes you so embarrassed? Let's hear it."

"It's not because of dressing up!" Akama said distressedly: "Since the last dressing up, I've been in trouble here. You also know how good the quality of the newly built equipment is, but unfortunately it's too small. In order to compete for their right to use, the garrison officials under my command have been asking me for trouble every few days. I have beaten and scolded and scolded, but there is no effect at all! Only by changing all dressings can I stop them."

"So you must help me!" Akama looked at Hatalu pitifully and said, "It's all good guys from us Draenei people. I don't want this external thing to damage their companionship!"

Oh! So that's it! Hatalu, who understood Akama's thoughts, subconsciously relaxed his vigilance and said, "It's just a little thing?"

"Yes, yes! That's it!" Akama stood up with a ecstasy face and said with a smile: "I knew this kind of small thing is not worth mentioning to you."

"Look at your bear!" Hatalu said with disdainful contempt: "The proposal to change clothes has been decided by the Prophet long ago, but it is just a matter of time. Since you have asked me, I will say hello and let the blacksmiths complete your part first."

"Okay, okay, I know you are good enough Hatalu! Walking, today I will treat you to a luxurious black water whiptail sashimi, and be full!" Akama stood up with excitement and said.

"Oh? You're investing a lot!" Hatalu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Look at what you said, I'll just treat my good buddy to a big meal, as for?" Akama asked unhappily: "Will you go?"

"Go! If you don't go, you're a bastard!"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go! Oh, by the way, if you have plenty of things there, can you create more? The requirements are not high, just two sets per person!"

"Two sets? What do you think of steel? Do noodles that can be produced casually?"

"I don't have high requirements, I'm just two sets!"

"Two sets of your sister, get out!"

At noon, the drunk Hatalu walked home proudly. The meal was so refreshing today. You could see the painful expression of Akkama. Hatalu felt that it was more worth it than eating this big meal.

Hatalu, who came to the door of the house, was stopped by someone. He turned around and looked at the person who came and was surprised: "Niami?"

The little girl who walked over nodded and said, "Hello Uncle Hatalu."

"A rare guest!" Hatalu teased his face: "It's incredible that Archbishop Maradal is willing to let you out. You can't have been secretly running out?"

"No~" Niami said coquettishly: "Is the teacher not so tight to me? Besides, he agreed to come here today."

Archbishop Maradal agreed? Hatalu, who was a little aware, nodded, opened the door and said, "Come in, let's go into the house and say something."

After pouring a cup of tea for Niami, Hatalu walked into the bathroom and washed her face. After she woke up, she walked out and asked while wiping the water stains, "Niami, what did Archbishop Maradal send you here for?"

"It's about dressing~" Niami sat on the chair and said happily: "I heard that steel production will be developed in the next few years, and all kinds of weapons and equipment will be redesigned and manufactured. So Uncle Hatalu, can we let the secret sacrificial priests in the future be replaced first~~"

It turned out to be a dress-up! Hatalu hesitated a little. In Niami's expectant gaze, Hatalu said in embarrassment, "It's okay in principle, but I have already agreed to Akama to start with the garrison officer first."

"Ah!" Niami was shocked, and she stood up in a hurry and asked, "Uncle Akama has already found you?"

"Yes, this morning." Hatalu nodded and confirmed.

"So that's how it is." Niami sat down with disappointment. In Hatalu's puzzled gaze, the girl's eyes slowly turned red, and finally she couldn't help but lie there and cried: "Wuwu, how could this happen? I'm almost working very hard, but I didn't expect to be one step late. Wuwu, the teacher will scold me if I can't finish the task...~~~~(>_<)~~~~"

Seeing Niami crying for no reason, Hatalu was confused. He walked up to him and comforted him in a hurry: "Don't cry, Niami is already an adult, why do you cry?"

"I don't want this either!" the little girl said sobly: "Niami has not completed the task assigned by the teacher. Niami will be severely punished! Woo... Niami should not be scolded..."

I was dizzy, what's the matter! Seeing that I couldn't stop Niami, Hatalu felt a little overwhelmed. If someone saw this scene in front of him, how could he continue to survive in the Delaney society in the future? Hatalu, who was worried about his image, no longer cared about anything else, and hurriedly stepped forward and comforted: "Don't cry, we Niami are a good child, Archbishop Maradal will not blame you!"

"Woooo, but I didn't complete the task..." the little sister sobbed.

"It's okay, just wrap it up on your uncle!" Hatalu patted his chest and promised randomly: "I will definitely give you priority!"

"Really?" Niami asked timidly, "But Uncle Akama will be unhappy, he will scold Niami..."

"He dares!" His eyebrows raised high, and Hatalu said with disdain, "It's not that I despise him, that guy Akama will never dare to hurt our cute little princess! Besides, this matter was originally decided by me, and it has nothing to do with you. If he is dissatisfied with letting him come to me!"

When Niami heard this, she burst into tears and laughed. She stretched out her hands and hugged Hatalu's arm and swayed back and forth, saying coquettishly: "I knew Uncle Hatalu is the best for me. I like Uncle Hatalu so much!" Looking at the girl who was constantly acting cute, Hatalu exclaimed in her heart that she couldn't stand it and looked a little stupid.

After Niami left, Hatalu collapsed on the chair and was filled with sorrow: One is his good friend, the other is a cute little girl. What should I do? After thinking about Akama's past actions, and then thinking about Niami's admiring gaze, Hatalu patted her thigh hard. What do you need to think about this? Of course, the cute and kind Niami is the most important!

But our poor Archbishop Hatalu has never heard of a word. The more gentle and beautiful a woman is, the more she will be lying, even if she is just a child now.

Of course, Akama didn't know the decision of his good friend. If he knew, he would have to come to the door. On the afternoon of that day, Hatalu, who thought that the end of this, never expected that the knock would sound again.

Hey, what day is today? Why are they all coming to me? The annoyed Hatalu walked over and opened the door in dissatisfaction. Seeing the figure outside the door, this guy was really shocked this time: "Osal?"

"Yes," Osar outside the door asked with a smile on his face, "What's wrong with Hatalu? Isn't welcome?"

"No!" Hatalu, who came back to his senses, quickly opened the door and said, "It was just a bit unexpected."

It was really unexpected. Whether it was Akhama who came to harass her for nothing or Niami who visited on behalf of the teacher, they were considered regular customers, but this guy Osal was different! In Hatalu's thousands of years of memory, it was the first time this guy came to the door for the first time.

When he walked into the house, he looked at Osar who was arranged inside and smiled and said, "It looks very similar to your personality." Hathal blushed when he heard this sentence, and he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. What is Hathalu's personality? To put it bluntly, he is a little homeless. This guy will always unconsciously immerse himself in engineering manufacturing and learning, and he is messed up by him at home and in the laboratory. Of course, if it weren't for this kind of love immersed in it, he would not have suppressed all technicians to become the archbishops of engineering representatives.
To be continued...