Jones was originally an orphan who had just turned 12 this year, and as a border-born civilian, he was unfortunate because his parents were killed by orcs shortly after he was born, and he survived with the help of his neighbors.

Luckily, at the age of six, Jones was taken in as a disciple by a prospector who was passing through the village.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived, and the orcs came again when he had just become a prospector's apprentice.

Jones had seen the damned orcs kill his teacher, and his fear had left him powerless.

If Uncle Sam hadn't run away with him in his arms at the end, maybe he would have become an undead under the orc knife like the teacher.

However, the goddess of doom does not pay attention to him forever, and when he is at a loss and follows his neighbors to flee to the legendary Grimm City, the Holy Light Blood Clan arrives.

He was taken to the City of Daybreak.

From the mouths of the elders, Jones could often hear the old man tell about the horrors of vampires, and he was terrified.

But after living in Daybreak for a while, Jones found that it wasn't what he thought it was.

Instead, he found a long-lost sense of security here.

After a long time, even the Holy Light Blood Clan opposite him, who had a pair of hideous bat wings on their shoulders when they were working, and looked like demons, were no longer afraid.

The lords of the Holy Light Blood Clan would always chat with him with a smile on their faces, and would never be as angry and disdainful as the noble barons in the village.

Jones lived happily here, until one day, the great Lord of Cachar ordered him to look for prospectors who could explore the veins, and the news changed his mind.

Jones knew how to read, and that was taught to him by his teacher, who said that to be a prospector you must be knowledgeable.

At that time, although he didn't understand what this sentence meant, he still studied hard.

When he saw the announcement on the bulletin board in the square, Jones secretly reported to the vigilantes that he was an apprentice prospector, without telling Uncle Sam, who had fled with him.

To his excitement, Jones was overjoyed that his profession as an apprentice prospector had been recognized by the Bloodclan Lords.

Although he was worried after telling Uncle Sam the news, Jones didn't feel that he shouldn't have done it.

If it weren't for Lord Cachar, maybe they would have starved to death on the way.

He likes this city where he can eat well, live in an airtight house, and no one will bully him, and he wants to contribute to the city.

As Lord Cachar said, the City of Dawn is the City of Dawn for every resident, and we should do our part to make the City of Daybreak better.

The lord of Cachar is a great man.

To Jones's amusement, after he reported his occupation to the Lords of the Bloodline, he was drafted into the Department of Construction, a subordinate department of the City Hall.

The goddess is above, and every department of the town hall is the most sought-after in the City of Daybreak, as long as you can go in and work, I don't know how many people will break their heads for this.

At least Uncle Sam, who lived with him, would envy the vigilantes almost every time he saw them, and if he could help him get into the vigilantes, he would give all his silver to that person.

It's unbelievable that Uncle Sam, a miser, could say such a thing.

Jones was very happy to be a part of the department at City Hall, especially when he was paid 12 silver Pock a month.

He swore he had never seen so many Silver Pucks.

When he told Uncle Sam the news, Jones could detect the envy in his eyes.

It's a pity that Uncle Sam can't enter the town hall, even if he pleads with the Bloodline.

However, what gave him hope was that the leading Bloodlord promised him that as long as he could find the ore vein, he would send Uncle Sam to the logistics team.

Jones was very happy about this, but he didn't rush to tell Uncle Sam, he wanted to wait until he found the vein to share the good news with the other party.

Jones was confident in this, he believed that he could find the vein, and as the teacher said, he was a genius, a genius in prospecting.

The winter moon was very cold, and the snow was falling all over the sky, and the wind swept the snow on the face like a small knife, cutting the skin painfully.

It is undoubtedly very hard to go out and explore the ore veins in such an environment.

Jones was protected by two Bloodline Lords, along with two blacksmith uncles.

Together, they fly through the mountains on the giant bat that took him into the City of Daybreak.

Jones loved the feeling of sitting behind a bat, and the thrill of flying made him very happy.

And because of the Holy Light Blood Clan in front of him, Lord Henner, will use a magic called the Mage's Shield to insulate the wind and snow.

He didn't feel much cold.

"Lord Henner, there's something wrong with the color of those mountains, maybe we can go down and have a look."

Jones's eyes suddenly lit up under the unpleasant bat flight.

It was the twentieth mountain they had explored today, a huge basin with tall trees shading the valley, but now he had found something different.

Jones looked at the uncovered rocks below, which were not covered in snow and ice, and his face was a little excited, which was the rock in front of this strange gray wood.

The teacher told him that the color of the ore is very different from ordinary rocks, and as long as you carefully distinguish them, you can find the difference, and the color of the rocks below is not the color of ordinary rocks.

Jones felt his heart beat faster, and he had a feeling that he might have something to gain this time.

"Okay, then let's go down and have a look."

Henner glanced at Jones and nodded, although he had failed countless times in the past month or so, he would never shirk every time he found useful information.

His Majesty the Ancestor had specially told him that the ore was extremely important to the Blood Clan, and he couldn't let go of even the slightest opportunity.

Using magic to send a voice to the Bloodclan on the other bat, the two magic bats slowly landed on the ground after a few circles.

Because of the heavy snow in winter, the sun did not come out, so although Hunter's condition slipped more than the night, he was still able to hold on.

He also has 5 vials of Magical Blood in his pocket, which allows him to stay in good shape during the day.

At this time, the sky was just a little lighter, and Jones, with Henner's support, got his small body off the giant magic bat.

When the group went down to the ground, they found that the dwarf trees they had seen in the sky were so tall, huge trees that were fifteen blades high, and they were full of tenacity like stone pillars.

And the gray bark has been covered with a thick layer of ice.

Jones suddenly seemed to see something, and trotted towards the bare rock with excitement on his face.

The height of only 12 years old seems a little short, and the figure in a thick wide gray cotton coat looks even thinner, advancing on the not shallow snowdrift, one step at a time.

Jones ran to the rocks with a face full of excitement, picked up one of them, carefully identified it, turned around excitedly, and waved at several people.

"Lord Henner, Lord Henner, I found it, this is iron ore, this is iron ore!!"

But to Jones's surprise, Henner and the other Bloodborne, as well as the two old blacksmiths, all looked behind him in horror, as if they had seen some terrible demon.

Jones turned his head slightly, and there was a scene in front of him that made his legs weak,

A six-bladed humanoid creature stood behind him.

The hairless giant skull had only one eye, larger than a millstone, and its gray pupils exuding a cold gaze.

The nostrils turned upside down, a thick mist erupted from the cold from the inside, and the slightly open mouth was full of sharp and sharp teeth, and the warrior's shield might not be able to stop the bite.

The humanoid creature was covered in gray skin with deep folds, like an old tree that had grown over the years, exuding tenacity.

The limbs were strong, and the muscles that bulged high gave the humanoid a sense of power, and in his right hand he held a five-bladed wooden stick, the head of which was inverted with dense sharp stone chips, full of primitive aura.

Jones swallowed and stammered to highlight the name of a legendary creature.

"Du, Cyclops!!"