Sheld's bed was covered with a finely made cashmere blanket, and Kraft said that the old king of Alballard had exchanged half of the shells of Starchip Island from the trade officer in the wilderness, and that it was much more comfortable to lie on than the damp broken planks and dangling straw hammocks of the Iron Maiden. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but Sheldt tossed and turned, and once again couldn't sleep all night. It wasn't until the sky was slightly the color of the morning sun that he barely fell asleep.

At noon, the sun shines through the narrow window on the small round table, and the sashimi of the raw fish, which has been left on hold overnight, emerges with scattered dark green spots. "Knock, knock. The servant knocked softly on the door, disturbing Shelter's rare sleep. "My lord, I brought lunch. Lord Earl is waiting in the council chamber to take you to the mines of Crescent Island. "The servant's voice came from outside the door, a sexy female voice, small and clear. Shelt responded by knocking down the small wooden stool indiscriminately, and he hurried out of the room, not having time to eat lunch or spot the unusual raw fish sashimi.

A convoy of lords and nobles set off from the castle on the main island and crossed the bridge that stretched across the sea. Shellt was so tormented by the jolting carriage that he was about to vomit, and he didn't bother to listen to what Kraft was nagging along the way, nothing more than clichés about the difficulty of maintaining the mines, and asking His Highness Barnett to forgive him. Hearing such nonsense, Sheldt's ears were calloused. Fortunately, the road was not too far, and not much time was wasted. But the smell that was getting stronger and stronger in the air stirred Shelter's stomach and almost suffocated him.

Because of the closed and independent policies of the old kings, the mines of Crescent Island have been unknown and rarely visited during the old Al Barad period. Even the old aristocracy who owned the land did not pay attention to it, but only symbolically built some simple facilities and sent a small number of personnel to maintain the mines. A few years before Prince Barnett's invasion of Alballard, the mine was even out of service. Nowadays, under the rule of the prince, it has become very lively. Miners' dormitories, canteens, processing workshops, mine road hubs, and all facilities related to spar mining are available. Not only that, but in order to speed up production, Kraft also created an area for the overseers to improve and enrich their daily lives, so as to spur them to actively work to commit atrocities against slave miners.

With the neighing of horses, the wagon came to a steady stop, and Sheldt couldn't wait to jump out of the carriage, but the sight was very different from what he remembered. In front of it stands a tall wooden gate, which looks out to both sides, and a dense iron mesh and wooden fence stretches down the hillside, separating the mining area from the coast. Outside the "wall", a rudimentary watchtower was erected at intervals, and archers stood on the tower.

"You put ...... Ahem, ahem...... vomit ......" before he opened his mouth, and the ******, who was forced to breathe through his nose, couldn't help but vomit on the ground. He vomited incessantly, and it took a long time to barely stop the discomfort in his stomach, and then he covered his mouth and nose and continued: "You turned the mine into a concentration camp?"

Kraft smiled flatteringly and hurriedly explained, "No, no. Recently, the production was too low, and as soon as I scolded the overseers, they used the slaves to make people panic, and many slaves escaped or rebelled, so I had to make this decision. ”

Sheldt glared at Kraft in disgust, and walked away unhappily. The mines are teeming with ragged subhuman slaves, orcs, minotaurs, trolls, werewolves, kobolds, and other able-bodied races busy carrying minerals, and occasionally emaciated elves or dwarves barely taller than the waist of a normal person can be seen shuttling through. In the distance, there was a clanging sound from the mine at the foot of the mountain.

Shelt is an extremist in subhuman discrimination, and the only thing he likes to see in the stinking mines is the rude shouting and brutal whipping of the overseers. He glanced around the mines, and was soon drawn to a callous assault—an armored overseer whipped the kobold slaves huddled on the ground with a saltwater-soaked whip, and a wail of pain overshadowed the overseer's curling curses and the whistling of the whip that resounded through the mines.