On the other side, Calvin, a level 1 psionic warlock who didn't know that a certain dragon was going to descend to the top of his brain, was following behind Holtz, the general manager of the gnoll who was strutting high, with a worried face, and at the same time he was irrepressibly curious and sighed.

Although Zelandia was originally a multi-ethnic city, it was also one of the few places in the dark regions that still maintained a little freedom of order.

But this so-called freedom is nothing more than mining in exchange for food, or less mining and eating and waiting for death.

It can be said that, at most, it is just a matter of living.

The warm home, the beloved fiancée, and the mentor who taught him earnestly, these nostalgic faces and memories were deeply buried in his heart, but they also slowly became blurred with the passage of time, and the irrepressible forgetting in the blur did not depend on his will.

Even if he's a ridiculous Rank 1 Psychic Warlock, even if... He didn't want to forget...

If the first twenty years of his life were smooth sailing, then since he came to the dark region in a ghostly way, his originally smooth fate line fell directly to the bottom, and he could no longer move, only like a walking corpse... Alive.

He didn't expect to be back on the surface, to that haunting home, and sometimes he didn't even know what else he could expect.

Like what... I'm afraid that the dried grilled fish from the Remlü fish stall will never be able to come out of the stall again?

For example, his first job after being hired by Hoag Mining for some reason?

"Hehe, Calvin, recognize yourself, you're just a miner, what else can you do besides mining and some related things?" Calvin laughed to himself.

However, as he stepped into the legendary Western Mining District, which had been forced to be closed by the dwarves for more than twenty years, Calvin's attention was drawn to the hot and even somewhat magical atmosphere of this rich mining area.

This mining area has been entrenched by those Cavins rat people for an unknown number of years, and even the fluorescent moss has been eaten clean by the locust-like creatures, and the entire western mining area looks a little dark.

But in this dark darkness, the lights are bright, and hundreds of miners who have already submitted their resumes are sweating and raining out their picks, smashing sparks in the dim light, and the rolling raw ore is picked up by partners next to the rock wall, and the stone tires on the surface are removed with metal chisels, and then loaded into baskets made of animal bones and some kind of plant rhizomes.

Generally speaking, any miner with some experience in Zeelandia will do this.

Because if you don't, it will take up valuable space in the basket, and second, the gray dwarves with blacker hearts will often discount the weight of their ore on the grounds that there are too many stones on the surface, and fold it to the point where you vomit blood...

In the past, most of them did their own things, and many of the guys who ate and waited for death basically went back and forth to get two baskets, one basket to pay taxes, and the other basket to exchange for food.

But today they think they have caught a loophole in the "Didi Miner Employment Incentive Policy", thinking that as long as multiple people cooperate, they can exchange for that daily mission package once a day, or even more than once!

But as everyone knows, this so-called 'loophole' is also intentional by Li Wei, and Li Wei can't look down on the small workshop model of the group of gray dwarves that is no different from the small coal kiln in the black mine.

If you want to do it, make it bigger! Do the kind of super mine with a daily output of at least 300,000 tons! Then copy this super mining model to every corner of the dark region, and finally incorporate the entire dark region into its own mineral origin, and continuously export all kinds of mineral resources to the surface world, and be the real mining oligarchy of Corell!

Of course... This ambitious goal is still a bit far away...

That is at least after the completion of the technological industry upgrade, and the premise is that the combat power of Livihog Mining is enough to quell all the disobedience in the dark region.

But at least for now, Levi wants them to develop the habit of working collaboratively.

And he himself needs a large amount of ore as food before he sleeps, and he wants to upgrade his scales, which are already half bald.

Calvin, who was an indigenous, naturally didn't know all of this, but the significant changes in the West Mining Area made him see many things that subverted his three views, such as... He actually saw the gray dwarf here!

"Shouldn't you big-eyed gray dwarves be the backbone of the Gold Miners' Brotherhood, you traitors!" said Tiger, who was looking at the lonely East Mining District next door to the Calvin Gang and pursed his lips in a daze.

However, these gray dwarves not only rebelled temporarily, but even because the mining area here had just been developed, many shallow ore mines were too easy, and the happy gray dwarves even hummed a song:

.......

A dwarven mining song made Calvin stupid...

Xu was aware of the peeping gaze, and the gray dwarf miners glanced back at him, and couldn't help but roll their eyes and turn the mine hammer and said, "What do you see!

Leaving Galvin with a dull gaze, the gray dwarf fell back to the dwarf on the side with affection, stroked the other party's beard that was more lush than himself, and said affectionately: "You like mining, I also like mining, I also like iron, we are a natural pair~"

As he spoke, he sang again:

"You should mine with me~

"I've been standing and waiting on the lawn in front of your house~"

"You should mine with me~"

"Even if you're much bigger than mine~"

"You should be with me too~"

"You should be with me~"

The soft fire in his eyes seems to melt the ore...

Calvin seemed to wake up from a nightmare, shivered, and hurried to catch up with Holtz and leave the devil-like death singer.

Not long after, having escaped from the dwarven occupation that could bend people, Calvin was taken by Holtz to a Cavins rat's nest...

Due to their dark vision and light-dislike nature, the Cavins rat farm does not have much light source, only a slight mixture of feces, fishy and bloody smells.

Just when Calvin was a little skeptical, Jackal General Manager Holtz turned around, opened his hands, and smiled at Calvin: "Psionic Warlock Calvin, welcome to the subordinate unit of Hogg Mining, the Cavins Rat Farm! Your current position is a Level 1 Animal Husbandry Officer in Cavins, do a good job! The master values your ability very much, maybe in a few years I should call you Calvin Farm Chief." ”

"Hogg... The boss values my ability very much, and the farm? Level 1 animal husbandry? But I'm here to apply for a miner!" Calvin looked confused.

"What is the future of the miners!!" Holtz scoffed.

"But... What is my job?" Calvin asked, somewhat worried.

Holtz patted his head at this time, pointed to the wilting Cavins rats and said: "Look at my memory, by the way, your job duty is to take care of these Cavins rats and let them resume their reproductive cycle as soon as possible, you try it now, use your psionic energy to hypnotize them, make them forget about the battle, think that they are still in the warm nest, and the female rat next to them is very beautiful, very plump, very lubricated... That's it, you know. ”

Calvin was dumbfounded, and when he realized it, he was angry: "I'm a mage!

Holtz pursed his lips, "Didn't your mage also work as a miner for ten years?"

Calvin's momentum was lacking in an instant, "That... That's different..."

"I just ask you if you can do it! If you can't, unfortunately, you won't be able to do the job. Holtz bared his fangs.

Calvin instantly wilted like a Cavins rat, "Of this size... It shouldn't be that hard... But, there are too many of them..."

Holtz smiled as if his face had changed in Sichuan opera, and a row of blue crystal bottles were placed on the table, "It's okay, I have prepared these for you, do a good job!

Looking at the full dozen energy potions, Calvin's face turned earthy, and for a moment he remembered the fear of being dominated by those drow elves...