For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 114 Dusk Fortress

"what?"

  Sigmons felt that he had probably heard something wrong just now, so he could only utter a simple syllable from his throat.

   And the presiding judge ignored him at all, just picked up the schedule from the enchanting table beside him and said:

"I asked them to demonstrate the current work flow of the enchanting factory. Your idea of ​​separating the work processes is correct, but there are still many problems in the arrangement and connection of the various processes... For example, Line 1 The processing speed of the enchanting link of the thief seat is twice that of other lines. At this time, you should add another line to it, so as not to waste the efficiency of this process. In addition, when you set the order, you should Put processes with a high error rate in the front, and put processes with a high success rate in the back, so that problems are exposed in the early stage of the process, and people in the front will not be allowed to do white work. The current chaotic ordering without planning will lead to …”

   While speaking, the presiding judge turned over the shift schedule and wrote down his opinions on process optimization one by one.

  Sigmons felt that he was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to come back and ask:

   "Lord Judge... That means you don't object to the way the Enchanting Factory operates now?"

   "Why should I object?"

   The other party also stopped the movements in his hands when he heard the words, and looked at himself suspiciously.

   "But doesn't it mean that this is like using the enchanter as a mason? Doesn't this make you feel that this desecrates the... sanctity of the enchanter's profession?"

   asked Sigmons uneasily.

  William looked at the other party's nervous expression, patted the other party's shoulder and said:

"Sacred is only the goal of this job. The goal of repairing the Dusk Fortress is indeed a very sacred thing. But there is nothing sacred about the work itself. There is only one criterion for evaluating the quality of the work itself, and that is efficiency. High and low. If the experience of the mason can improve the efficiency of the work, then he is worth learning from."

  Sigmons was still stunned to digest the meaning of William's words, and the enchanters behind William gathered around.

   The enchanter who complained to William earlier complained:

   "But my lord, this is no longer a problem of inefficiency, it's that we simply can't bear the intensity of this work. No one can stand it for more than ten hours a day with high-intensity concentration for enchanting spells."

   But in response, William shook his head and said:

   "No, it's still a matter of efficiency."

   He said, raised the pen and paper in his hand and said:

   "This is also the second big problem I would say about the operation here. Reasonable rest arrangements are also an important part of optimizing efficiency."

  William finished speaking and wrote other optimization opinions on the paper.

   "After optimizing the process according to my previous suggestion, I changed these four parallel enchanting lines into two interconnected pipelines. The efficient link allows one person to be responsible for the work of two lines at the same time..."

  William's words were not finished, and the enchanters burst into protests, and the enchanters who were asked to do more work because of their high efficiency even started shouting that they were quitting.

  William let a trace of thunder in his throat overwhelm the noisy protests of the enchanters:

"But I will divide you into three teams to take turns to use the enchanting facilities here. Each team only needs to work for eight hours a day, and the remaining time is enough for you to restore your state. And I will make additional adjustments to the hiring of you. In addition to the previously promised remuneration three times the market price, there will be additional piece-rate rewards according to the number of each of you to deal with the magic seal. You can choose gold, rare alchemy materials or equivalent Enchanting knowledge."

The voice of    fell, and the crowd instantly quieted down as if the [Great Calm] had been released.

   Those enchanters, look at me, I look at you, no one speaks for a while.

   "You all think about it, today happens to be Sunday, so it's better to set every Sunday as a rest time in the future, everyone should have a good rest."

  William said, stuffed the paper full of rectification opinions into Sigmons' hand, and then motioned for the other party to go out with him.

   Before he could reach the door, voices of inquiries continued from the crowd of enchanters behind him.

   "Sir, is this true?"

   "I'll do it! My lord, can I be in charge of the part where the two lines meet?"

   "Hey, didn't you just shout to get out of here?"

"you shut up!"

  …

After    left the enchanting factory, William took Sigmons all the way to the location of the Dusk Fortress. Halfway through, Sigmons suddenly asked:

   "Lord Judge, if you really keep only two lines as you said before, and divide everyone into three teams for shifts, then the manpower here can't cover all the enchanted equipment."

   To this, William replied with a smile:

"No problem, I brought the entire enchanting guild from Black Light City this time, you should be worried that the equipment here is not enough. But you don't need to worry too much about this, and the corresponding equipment will be delivered later. ."

  Sigmons asked in surprise:

   "But I heard that the Enchanting Orders in Black Light City are all people from the Star Lighthouse, and they will not provide services to people outside the Star Council..."

"Relax, now that the star lighthouses in Black Light City are down, they should know that the times are different now. Oh, by the way, don't be too polite when you call them, and let them straighten their own first. Location. This gang is unbearably arrogant even among magic casters."

  William said here, suddenly changed the conversation and said:

   "By the way, your previous idea of ​​an assembly line is really good."

  Sigmons said quickly:

   "Where are you, didn't you see so many problems here at a glance?"

  William shook his head and said:

   "In fact, in your later practice, you will gradually figure out these optimization problems. But it is really rare for people like you who grew up with common sense in this world to think of this step."

   Then, William looked at the Dusk Fortress not far away and said:

"Although it's not even a prototype now, do you believe that this thing will transform the world into something you can't imagine in the near future. I suggest you go to the enchanting factory when you have time. Accumulate the operation experience of all the processes, it is best to bring a few smart people you can trust to accumulate experience first, with you as the seeds, many changes in the future can be easily implemented.”

  Although Sigmons didn't know exactly what the "change" the presiding judge was referring to, he still nodded.

   After that, the two walked into the Dusk Fortress without a word.

   "Previously, I asked you to give priority to laying the circuit of the magic seal rune in the Twilight Hall in the northern part of the fortress. Did you do it?"

  William asked while looking at the Dusk Fortress, which had been demolished beyond recognition.

   "Of course, the first thing we completed was the project over there, which was completed half a month ago."

  Sigmons replied immediately.

  William nodded, followed by a flash of electric light. He disappeared where he was, but less than five seconds later, he was back here.

When    came back, he was holding a birdcage made of pure shadows, and in the birdcage was a chubby crow.

   "I've told you everything I know, please don't kill me..."

   the fat and deformed crow shouted with a loud voice.

   In this regard, William rolled his eyes inwardly.

   You are definitely not reminding others that you are no longer useful. Don't forget to kill you?

   "I don't want to ask you anything, but I want you to take me to a place."

  William said and teleported to the Twilight Hall in the northernmost part of the fortress with Sigmons beside him.

  This is a simple rotunda like a tomb without any fancy decorations.

  The material of the floor of the Dusk Hall is different from that of any place in the Dusk Fortress. It is paved with the kind of bluestone material that seems to grow moss, and the ancient glyphs are intermittently etched on it. Those glyphs are gathered in the entire hall, and they are precisely distributed on the grooves in twelve directions in the hall like the hour hand scale.

   "Where? Black Crow's Watch, the Moon Realm Domain of the Father of My Lord Crow? I've already said it, I don't know where that place is. I'm a messenger who was shaped directly in the Nightmare Swamp..."

  The fat raven messenger said this while looking around.

   "Yes, I mean let you take me to Nightmare Swamp."

  William nodded, then took out Judgment II from his storage space and walked to the groove near the two o'clock direction in the hall, and then slammed the sword into the groove.

   An extremely strong magic power flowed along the lines laid here, and immediately caused the entire hall to shake violently, as if the building had become a warship sailing in the storm.

The    tremor lasted for about tens of seconds before it ended, and at this moment, what should have been a bright morning scene outside the window suddenly turned into a dilapidated dusk scene.

   The fat crow looked out the window in shock.

   It can clearly feel that they are not in the present world at this moment, but have reached the moon realm.

  The dusk outside the window is not a real dusk, but a projection of the concept of the end to come on the moon.

   Looking at the other party's shocked eyes, William pulled out the second trial in his hand and said to the crow:

   "This fortress in this world is just a coordinate anchoring the moon, and this is the reality of the fortress at dusk. Welcome to the real fortress at dusk, the last fortress built in the 'Landscape of the End' in the realm of the moon."

   "You brought me to the Moon Realm? Then let me take you to the Nightmare Swamp?"

   The fat crow asked inexplicably.

  William nodded and replied:

   "Yes, more specifically, I want you to take me to the bedroom of Mara, the lord of nightmares. I want to talk to him about some things."

   "As a messenger, you can't do this, can you?"

   (end of this chapter)