"There is no small problem when it comes to human life, live to see people die to see corpses, summarize the experience of accidents, in the mine, no matter what the problem is, can not be vaguely fooled in the past, in the future, we must do a good job in the training of miners, draw a map of the mine road with animal skins, do some obvious wayfinding signs, we must let the miners confirm their location more clearly......"

"Lord Lord, I understand, I'll start preparing as soon as I go back today."

Looking at the man in front of him who was extremely respectful to him, Lesette nodded,

Billist, a Mombian, is still very capable, accounting numbers, and has the way of the emperor, and it is best to control the mines of the Shining Silver Mountains.

After more than ten minutes, after a few more forks, the terrain extended downward, and suddenly became a little steep, with many hollows and bottomless pits in the ground.

Compared to the previous tunnel, there are significantly fewer supporting beams, and now more than a dozen builders are carrying new wooden beams above the ground, connecting the cave to the roof with rock pitons and limestone.

"My lord, this is the third branch of the mine, which we opened up the day before yesterday, and is currently in the reinforcement stage, and now the miners are working in the previous mine, I don't know why that Gut came here alone......

Feed! Joey! How's the work done here? ”

At the sound of the voice, a bearded man in a durable burlap coat straightened up, looked around, trotted to the three men, took off the miner's hat and saluted.

"Your Excellency and Your Lord's Wife are well-being......

Lord Billlister, the terrain here is extremely complicated, with many roads and many pits, which are extremely dangerous.

In addition to the eight wooden beams and three stone pillars, the cavities in the ground need to be filled with lime mud, and a third wooden beam is currently being laid......"

Hearing this gray-faced middle-aged bearded man call himself the lord's wife, Margaret rarely twisted a little, and quietly glanced at Lester in front of her, after finding that Lester did not deny it, it seemed that she had thought of something, and her face was as red as a steamed lobster, but fortunately, the depths of the mine were too dim, and no one saw this.

"Rupert, don't they have any news yet?"

"Back to my lord, no one from Agent Rubeus's search party has returned."

Frowning, Billlister sensed something was wrong.

"Didn't they go in in the morning? Haven't come out yet? Didn't I tell him to send someone out every once in a while to report his safety? What did he take my words for? Is it the wind in your ears!? ”

"Alright, Billlister, getting angry won't solve anything."

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm a little out of shape, but I'm a little angry when I think I told Rupert to tell him, but he still makes his own decisions......"

Waving his hand to signal that Billlister, who looked apologetic, didn't care, Lester looked at Joey, the builder.

"You're saying that the search party went deeper into the tunnels from here and haven't come back yet?"

Turning to look at Lester, Joey the Craftsman nodded and explained.

"Lord Billlister is right, Rupert should have sent someone to report that someone was safe, the search team was five people, and there shouldn't be one who couldn't be freed up......"

A well-made brass hourglass was pulled out of his leather fanny pack, and by the light of the flames, Joey squinted and timed.

"It's about noon now, my lord, even if you can't find Gut, according to the usual custom, Rupert should come out for lunch......"

"Take me to the next level of the mine."

"Okay, please come with me, and be sure to watch out for the hollow under your feet."

Picking up a torch from the rock wall, Joey explained in order to prevent Lester from mistaking himself for a mistake.

"There's no coal or the rest of the fuel minerals on this level, so there's no need to worry about open flames."

"I know, you lead the way."

"Yes."

Following behind Lester and the others, as if she had really become a 'lady of the lord', Margaret no longer stiffened her face, and carefully experienced the new feeling that she had never experienced before.

Carefully stepped through a few small inconspicuous pits, followed the crowd dozens of meters away, and came to a corner.

Margaret set her gaze on the mouth of a black cave that was vertically downward, and the girl looked down by the light of the torch in Joey's hand.

Under the black cave, there are intermittent, adult-high broken rock formations, no longer the previous continuous rock slope surface, that is to say, from this layer, it requires considerable climbing ability, but this transformation is a little too abrupt.

At first glance, the square stones looked as if they had been deliberately cut with tools.

The black cave that devoured the fire looked a little lonely and creepy, and if you looked down, you couldn't see anything clearly, it was pitch black.

"We didn't notice it before, it was blocked by a large boulder, and it wasn't until the round boulder collapsed the nearby loose rocks under its weight that it rolled down on its own, exposing the pit."

"Have you organized people to go down and see it?"

"Lord Lord, it hasn't been long since we found out about this cave, and we haven't organized people to go down to check it, but this time it's because of Gut's disappearance that Agent Rubeus led the search team down to find someone."

Speaking of which, for fear that his lord would decide to go on an expedition as soon as he patted his head, Joey hurriedly added.

"My lord, let's not go down now, not to mention that the road is not easy to walk, the main thing is that we lack the necessary tools, including climbing ropes, miner's climbing claw shoes, or fully enclosed oil lamps...... Without these tools, it would be dangerous for us to go down. ”

Nodding his head, Lester didn't say anything when there was a hissing and lung-splitting scream from the lower level of the black hole, followed by the tingling sound of tiny footsteps, and the 'squeak' of countless rats, and the terrible sound became louder and louder.

"It's Rupert!! He's down there! Rupert, how are you!? ”

Grabbing Joey, the craftsman who had just comforted him not to go down, Lester's gaze swept over the pale Billlister and the calm Margaret, snatched Joey's torch and threw it down.

The torches tumbled and fell on the intermittent rock platforms, rolling down to the deepest depths, and Lestin's eyes were estimated to be about twenty meters deep.

Less than two seconds after hitting the ground, the cotton torch wrapped in animal fat and vegetable oil began to burn violently, followed by a staggering man screaming close to the torch and climbing madly towards the steep rock platform.