One beggar's chicken, one spicy grilled fish, and one 6-inch pizza.
Mag sat across Irina, and watched her munch on a chicken thigh gracefully. He smiled. "I want to buy the land next to the factory, and then build similar factories there to form a big industrial area that could accommodate 20,000 elves. Then, we will build a few more different factories. What do you think about that?"
"If we could let them settle down and earn their living through working at a dignified job, this is quite a good idea," Irina said after a moment of pondering.
"Then, I will go take a look at the land tomorrow." Mag nodded. Most of these elven slaves were not powerful, and neither were they good at fighting. Hence, it was obviously impractical to ask them to put on armor and fight against the Wind Forest. They couldn't even be considered as cannon fodder on the battlefield.
