I'm Really Not Targeting the Mages

[ you have created a drop of ‘Madora’s tear’. ]

[ your potion creation experience +30 ]

[ you have created a mist ejector. ]

[ your special item creation experience +20 ]

In an underground room filled with a strong smell of medicine.

A sparkling and translucent irregular crystal fell out of the crucible’s exit.

It landed on a white porcelain plate.

Roger carefully picked up the irregular crystal with a pair of tweezers.

Then, he threw it into a strange-looking iron box.

Then, he poured in a large amount of hot water and stirred it gently.

A faint fragrance began to drift out of the box.

Before the poison spread.

He decisively closed the lid of the iron box.

He waited for the venom to stabilize.

Roger skillfully assembled the rest of the components.

Not long after.

A mist ejector filled with ‘Madora’s tear’ was completed.

The main body of the ejector was a rectangular iron box.

The iron box had two layers.

Every layer was welded so tightly that not even a single wind could pass through.

There were two copper pipes above the box.

At the end of the pipe was a rough device similar to a shower head.

Together with the pneumatic pump at the bottom, the lethal poison stored in the box could be sprayed out at any time.

This design was based on the pesticide sprayer in Roger’s memory.

Taking into account that it was probably difficult mode to attack the egg-storing pool.

Roger decided to use ” Madora’s tears ” to give the frogmen a real blow!

The mist ejector was the key to this attack.

“It’s not enough.”

When Roger moved the boxes to the warehouse next door, he did a quick check.

In these ten days.

The warehouse only had 60 units of mist ejector.

This was still far from the number he had in mind!

“I have to go and urge those guys.”

With this thought ...

He left the warehouse and walked deeper down the long underground passage.

In front.

In an empty underground space.

A few half-to-naked horned demons were swinging the iron hammers in their hands with all their might, beating pieces of iron into suitable shapes and putting them into water to cool.

The sizzling sound of steam was endless.

Not far away.

There was a huge boiler, an open and close bellows, and a groove to contain molten iron ...

A series of measures were available.

Roger strolled around expressionlessly. Knowing that these guys were not slacking off, he dispelled the idea of urging them.

Ever since he had divided the horned-demons into “Combat Team” and “logistics team “.

The underlings who couldn’t enter the combat group began their conscientious transformation.

First of all ...

They had expanded the underground camp by ten times and built the prototype of many basic facilities.

Secondly.

...

According to their talent orientation, they began a series of self-discovery-

Those who were good at blacksmithing began to forge.

She became a tailor with great skills.

Those with good cooking skills would be the chefs.

And so on.

Every underling had found their place again.

These things had happened before Roger had returned from the spring Valley.

After Roger returned.

What he saw was a small underground city, as well as a small but well-equipped infrastructure.

After he gave the order to ” produce a sprayer ” ...

Everyone in the logistics team began to operate like a sophisticated machine.

...

Roger had thought that he would have to ask for help from a high-level blacksmith in gemstone city if he wanted to create the ” mist ejector.

But what he didn’t expect was ...

After the two talented blacksmiths listened to Roger’s request carefully, they worked on the design draft overnight.

The next day.

They simply came up with a prototype.

And from the third day onwards.

A steady stream of thrusters came out of the production line.

Roger couldn’t help but feel that demons were the best tools.

Order and obedience.

It was the nature that was engraved in their blood.

let’s go with the current speed. There’s no need to force it. Pay attention to the ventilation.

“If you don’t have enough resources, go to the floating island.”

you know Shar’s butler. Just be careful not to expose our location.

Roger warned Wu gu.

Just as he was about to leave the “forging area.”

Not far away.

A naive little moon Bear appeared in the shadow of the passage.

Roger walked over.

Jean smelled his scent and couldn’t help but speed up her small steps.

When she was close enough, she twisted her body slightly, and Roger quickly stopped her.

“Don’t change,”

“Didn’t you say that you’ll only transform when you return to your room? Also, remember to wear your clothes.”

The little moon Bear replied with an ‘Oh’ unwillingly.

She crawled two steps around Roger and said, ”

I’ve completed today’s patrol mission.

“Just like yesterday, there are no monsters nearby.”

Roger laughed silently.

It would be weird if there were demons.

With such a dense demonic aura, who would come to send him off?

However, he still said seriously, ”

thank you for your hard work, but don’t let your guard down during your patrol tomorrow.

Jean nodded vigorously.

“I know,”

The two of them chatted for a while.

“Go back to your room first. I have something to discuss with you later.”

“Remember to put on your clothes.”

Roger specially warned.

The little moon Bear perfunctorily stuck out its butt and walked towards her room with familiar small steps.

He looked at her back.

Roger fell into deep thought.

After these days of contact, Roger’s previous judgment was basically confirmed.

Jean was an innocent, sensitive, easy-going, and independent girl.

It was simply the nature of Druids.

Her sensitivity might be due to her blindness.

Easy-going meant that she had a good temper and was easy to get close to.