The Hot Pot Restaurant Can Do Without Her

After the breakfast service was over, Mag went to the factory in the north of the city.

Irina herself was supervising the work, and the 20,000 Night Elves personally built many fine-looking wooden factories in the empty plot of land in the north of the city.

If it weren't for those garish chimneys, Mag would think he had walked into an artistic garden.

Of course, the combination of the chimneys and wooden factories also showed a striking contrast.

"What are you doing here?" Irina, who had come to the factory early in the morning, asked Mag, who had just walked into the office, with surprise.

"I come to check on the building progress of our palaces of art." Mag chuckled.

"Aren't they factories?" Irina pushed open the windows. Her office was on the fifth floor, and she could see all the factories around here.