The Lord of Another World: All Wasted at the Beginning, and He Made His Fortune by Taking in the Fem

Aarons knew that his memory would not be restored in a short time, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

Although the demons had treated him as a distinguished guest because Yalu recognized him as their brother, he did not want to eat for free here, so he really started to help others with things.

Unfortunately, the weak human body is not very suitable for doing heavy work - the demons here are generally about two meters tall, so their tools and equipment are much larger than humans.

"Here, it would be more convenient to use a winch."

"Oh, I see... Brother Aarons, are you a technician out there?"

"It doesn't seem so, but I always feel like I... I knew someone who was very good at technology before."

Since physical labor couldn't help, Aarons used his brain as much as possible.

In just a few days, the production and work efficiency in the village increased by 10% - many details that the demons had never noticed were quickly optimized under Aarons' almost abnormal analysis and calculations.

"You're amazing. From the patrol routes of the security team to the planting plan of the village, you can actually give appropriate suggestions..."

"No, I didn't actually do anything, I just said a few words."

"A few words can help so much, we can't do that."

Since his sister Yalu usually doesn't move around in the village, Aarons follows Locke around the village during the day. At night, he leaves the village and rests in a simple hut near the manager's residence.

Life here is quite simple and plain - the villagers of the demon tribe usually make a living by farming, and there are occasional fish catches in the river that runs through the village.

Although material things are scarce, everyone here is full of hope.

"We demons have a long lifespan, so we don't really care about living conditions... But we can't live like this for much longer."

"...I will try my best to help you find a solution."

"Let's figure this out ourselves. Oh, I don't mean that you can't help, but... helping us might make it difficult for you."

Although Locke is already the fourth generation of demons, they still know very well what happened back then.

Even though many demons do not actually have any hostility towards humans, the war at that time still caused humans and demons to forge an irreconcilable hatred.

And now, a thousand years later, they still have concerns about this.

"Okay, don't worry about these things for now. By the way, the manager notified us earlier to ask you to come over. If you have nothing to do, go find her first."

……

Although the manager had almost burned herself out in the past thousand years, the powerful vitality of the forbidden level still allowed her to remain "alive".

But her real deadline will come soon - everyone knows it.

“…We must think of a way.”

If the barrier outside the shelter disappears, the human army outside will immediately invade this place. Although the demons here generally have some combat power, they are unlikely to be able to deal with the new equipment and weapons of modern humans.

So what can I do for the people who took me in? What preparations does the manager have for this?

With mixed feelings, Aarons soon arrived at the manager's residence on the small hill outside the village - Yalu was not here today, so he could only go to see the manager alone.

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"

"Don't be so polite. I'm just an old woman who's about to die. You can be more casual with your attitude."

The manager, who looked as rotten as a dead tree, was still leaning on the not-so-comfortable chair today, and his shriveled body looked as if it would break at any time.

Aarons has learned some things about the manager from Locke and his companions these days - about two hundred years ago, the manager's body was actually still normal, and he could even move freely in the shelter.

But after that, the pressure on the barrier became stronger and stronger for some reason, so her body quickly began to age and decay... until it became like this.

"That's too disrespectful. After all, you are a senior who has been guarding this place for thousands of years. I am just an ordinary person who doesn't know who I am and has no abilities."

"Oh, you are really modest, little guy. You have helped those kids a lot these days. Does this mean you are incompetent?"

"...Do you already know everything?"

The rotten, dead wood with a terrifying appearance let out a slightly harsh laugh, but Aarons did not feel any disgust towards it.

He just felt a little regretful - because as long as he saw the other person, he would know that there were some things he simply could not do.

"After all, I am the foundation of this place, so I know everything that happens here. Little guy, I called you here today just because I thought you might have some questions to ask me."

The manager was right, Aarons did have a lot of questions to ask.

However, he didn't care much about his own affairs, but was more concerned about the future of this shelter - he didn't even realize it himself, he seemed to have become accustomed to this thinking mode of "putting himself behind".

"You're right, I just—"

"Let me ask you a question first. Do the questions you want to ask include your own?"

Aarons was stunned for a moment when he heard the counter-question, then he shook his head calmly - he did not understand why the manager asked such a question, but he already had the answer to it.

"It is true... Hey, little guy, do you know why we built this place to protect the demons?"

"I don't know. I was just about to ask you about that."

"…Because I once made an unforgivable mistake."

mistake?

When the manager gave the unexpected answer, Aarons' expression became serious.

"Call it selfish or call it responsibility, the reason why I have been willing to protect those demons here for a thousand years is simply because I have hurt them before."

"……harm?"

"During the Demon War, I was once a famous hunter - a person who specialized in hunting demons."

Why would a man who specialized in hunting demons become the guardian of demons... and use himself as firewood to burn for a thousand years?

"A hunter who hunts demons? But you are here now..."

"Want to hear a story? Then find a place to sit down first. Our story... is a little long."