One day before the start of the Founding Festival.
Inside the underground cave of the wetlands, Rimuru finally woke up from the nightmare of naming 150,000 Orcs.
"Ah~ it's finally over."
Rimuru lay on Ranga's back, his Slime body immediately going limp.
Just then, Souei appeared before him in a flash.
"Oh, if it isn't Souei-dono. Didn't you go back?"
Souei didn't explain and directly took out an invitation.
"Lord Draco sent me to deliver the invitation to the celebration."
"Huh?"
"What celebration?"
Rimuru looked at the invitation in his hand with confusion.
"Founding Ceremony?!"
He exclaimed, then asked in confusion again, "Tomorrow?"
Souei nodded calmly. "Seeing that you were too busy before, I didn't want to disturb you, my lord."
"This..."
Things happened so suddenly that Rimuru was actually a bit dazed for a moment.
"The Lord also asked me to tell you, please be sure to attend. At that time, he will take you to see the world, which will be useful in the future."
"Those were his exact words."
"Lord Rimuru, my mission is complete. I shall take my leave now."
Souei gave a bow and then vanished with a'shua' sound.
Rimuru stared blankly at the invitation in his hand for a long while, eventually shaking his head helplessly.
"Alright, since it's come to this, I'll go have a look."
Rimuru turned and walked toward the main hall of the underground cave.
After the naming of the Orcs was complete, they left the wetlands and headed toward their respective assigned areas.
Treyni's Sanctuary contained a large number of magic fruits; eating just one could satisfy a person's hunger for seven days.
Since the Treant Race did not eat the fruit they bore themselves, a vast quantity of precious magic fruit was stored within the Sanctuary.
These foods served as the initial development resources for the Orcs.
Once things stabilized, they would have to rely on their own labor to earn food in the future.
The Pig-Headed General Kruut had already returned to Goblin Town with his subordinates and had begun learning construction techniques from the dwarves.
Before long, they would become the relentless infrastructure demons in Rimuru's hands.
Gobta's Wolf Riders had also returned to the town after helping the Orcs transport the magic fruit from the Sanctuary.
Fortunately, the Orcs possessed a very convenient skill: 'Stomach'.
It was similar to a communal storage space.
As long as one Orc moved food into the 'Stomach', other Orcs could ignore distance and receive it directly through this method in various parts of the forest.
Although only two or three thousand people possessed this ability, it was already enough.
A transport network within the forest had been built invisibly, which was of great significance to Rimuru.
Rimuru had finished handling all the various matters following the subjugation of the Pig-Headed Emperor.
He arrived at the hall to bid farewell to the Lizardman Chief.
Inside the hall, the Lizardman Chief still sat upon his throne, with the Personal Guard Captain and several guards behind him.
"Oh, it seems Lord Rimuru has finished his busy work."
Hearing the Lizardman Chief's slightly schadenfreude-filled words, Rimuru shook his head with a bitter smile.
"I don't know which fellow spread the news, making me name so many people. It's really..."
"Hmph, it's not a bad thing. Invisibly, it's equivalent to My Lord gaining an army of a hundred and fifty thousand. You haven't lost out."
The Lizardman Chief's gaze was more far-sighted, hitting the mark with a single sentence.
As a side note, Rimuru had also bestowed a name upon the Lizardman Chief during these past few days: Abiru.
Strictly speaking, the major races within the Jura Forest Great Alliance were now all under Rimuru's control.
"Alright, I'm here to say goodbye. Everything here has been handled, so it's time for me to go back."
"Lord Rimuru, before that, I have a presumptuous request."
The Lizardman Chief stood up and bowed slightly.
"Hmm? Is there something else?" Rimuru asked in surprise.
"It's like this."
The Lizardman Chief cleared his throat and continued, "I want my child to follow by My Lord's side. Consider it a form of training for her."
"Father!"
The Personal Guard Captain shouted somewhat urgently, but she was stopped by the Chief's wave of his hand.
"A young eagle must eventually be set free. Following My Lord will allow you to grow better."
"Silly girl, if you stay in this cave forever, you'll never see Sir Souei again in this lifetime."
"Father, what are you saying..."
This was vision; this was perspective.
The path this old lizard was taking was becoming wider and wider.
"Lord Rimuru, do you think this is possible?"
The Lizardman Chief looked at Rimuru with a face full of hope.
"That's not a problem."
After a moment of deliberation, Rimuru nodded and agreed.
While he was at it, he also gave them names.
The Personal Guard Captain was naturally called Souka, and the four subordinates following her were named Touka, Saika, Nansou, and Hokuso.
After the naming, the five of them were enveloped in the golden light unique to evolution.
In the next moment, three beautiful girls and two men appeared before Rimuru.
They had evolved from the original Lizardmen Tribe into Dragonoids, and their strength had grown from the original B-rank to A-rank.
And so, Rimuru returned to Goblin Town with his five new subordinates.
After evolving into a Demon Lord Species, Rimuru had acquired a large number of skills, including Teleportation from Space Magic.
With just a thought, they returned to Goblin Town.
This just made things difficult for Souei, who was hidden in the shadows.
The workload had effectively multiplied by N times.
He could know where Rimuru went this time, but what about the next?
Souei decided to go back and speak with Draco about this matter.
At this time, the town was in the middle of various projects, with everything being built in an orderly fashion.
As soon as Rimuru returned, he received a warm welcome from everyone.
Afterward, he began discussing with Rigurd the matters of attending the Nazarick celebration the next day.
Gifts, attire, accompanying personnel, and so on.
After all, Rimuru was the leader of the Jura Forest Great Alliance—a man of status who couldn't afford to lose face.
And so, the time came for the second day.
The Founding Festival of the Duchy of Nazarick officially began.
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