"You really haven't told anyone about it?" Kraft said. Cousin Ryan would never have imagined that he would be inadvertently leaked in half of the kingdom, and sometimes fate is so wonderful.

But with the relationship between the two, it is not good to expose him, and I hope that Mr. Anderson can find the problem before he collects a set of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, hands and feet.

"I see, it's not about identity. The small nobles around Wendeng Port are crowded, who knows which one they are referring to? William stopped laughing, he had been holding this story in his stomach for a long time, and it was rare to have a suitable occasion to tell it, and his desire to talk was satisfied.

"It's all here, how about taking a look at the area where they usually move, and then going back to the village to find the old Gori who sounds like a pagan leader?"

He has encountered many situations like this in which he retreats, and the key to persuasion is to keep things simple, break them down into clear small activities, and emphasize that it only takes a while. For example, the sailor was told to hold on to the cable for a short while, and he would arrange for someone to come up and change the guard as soon as possible.

And then...... And then who can tell how long without a timer?

"Just go down like that, to the place where they've walked hundreds of times, take a brief look, and come up again. How about two beers? ”

Kraft was still hesitating, and a certain intuition haunted him, pointing out that the various factors were connected, that a dominant source would unite many associations, and that different representations would point to a crux, which was the source of all the scattered phenomena.

I don't know the laws behind the operation, so I can't make inferences, just like it is difficult for ordinary people to connect diarrhea, myocarditis and convulsions on three parts of the body that do not coincide, but in fact, the three can suggest the possibility of infection by the same pathogen.

His problem lies in not knowing what the "pathogen" is, and this key shatters all kinds of clues that cannot withstand accountability, and cannot be pieced together, so he naturally cannot make any targeted preventive measures, and he seems a little neurotic for a while. He briefly opened and closed his mental senses for a moment, and found nothing.

"Oh, don't do that. Could it be that you can change the purpose of our visit to the mines by going to a heretic leader? ”

"Okay, I'll go to the front, just to their daily activity location." Kraft drew his torch and brushed away the ashes from the surface of the fire pit to reveal the buried flames, igniting the oily combustible fuel on the head of the stick, "Koop, stay outside with Yvonne, the hole is too dark and narrow to squeeze in together." ”

This wasn't the first time Kraft had entered the mines, as they had visited a number of similar mines in previous investigations, the longest of which lasted for almost three generations, and the shortest was probably the same, just a few years after it was opened. No matter how long or short, traces of human activity are not inherently preserved on the way down.

On the one hand, the rock structure itself is difficult to change, and on the other hand, the residents of this area have never realized that such a perfect cave could collapse.

Even after a terrible disaster, they did not provide any support structure for the new mine, or somewhere they needed human support. These caves are like tunnels drilled by shield machines in rocky mountains, and their structure is far beyond that of a human-built mine, and the uninitiated's eyes are so safe that they can't figure out how they collapsed.

Humans walked freely through it, as if it had always been a passage for them, to lead to minerals buried deep in the rock.

The torches spread the longing figures on the earthy yellow cave walls, and the rocks that provided the main material of the hills were everywhere, and it was not easy to find even a stone of any other kind, only the yellow rocky mountains and their weathered thin layers of the same color.

Normally, they walk through the seldom changing yellow rock formations for a long time until the color of the minerals stains the cave walls. At first, it is not obvious, most of the time it seems that the burning of the torch is about to end, and the illuminated field of vision is reddish, and it is covered with a veil of mist, while the clothes and skin do not change color, as if they were omitted when painting the canvas.

Those who are sluggish will not notice it until the color gradually deepens, like the blood vessels of the rock formation are severed, and the dark red color floods, submerging the place where it came from and the way ahead. Kraft feels like he's penetrating the epidermis of a giant creature into the dermis, surrounded by blood-soaked tissue, which are pathological structures like sinus tracts and fistulas that shouldn't be classified as "naturally formed".

They are a bit of a glare red, making them visually tired and breathing sticky, like walking in a river of blood. In a way, it's not entirely wrong, it's good quality hematite, and the iron content is even higher and darker red in places where the sound of pickaxes comes from.

"Iron ore is no different from the previous one, except that the product is better." A slight disappointment, not serious

The woman who had brought them here toiled, swinging a pickaxe into the already thinned rock wall, leaving a little crush of ore. After peeling off the surface, it is still a reddish rock formation.

"I would venture to ask, does anyone in the village know the situation in the old mine?"

"The people who knew what was going on inside were all left inside, and so were the two strangers and their things." The sturdy woman laid down her pickaxe, and the torch was inserted into the groove carved out of the wall of the cave, and a shallow layer of crushed ore was piled up in the basket, "He paid for the men to hire men, and arranged for them to be carried away, and the men were not allowed to speak outside." ”

"Is it true that no one has secretly mentioned it?"

"Maybe, but it's a lot to work for him, and if you tell him who says that there is still money to take, everyone will be staring at it." She squinted her eyes and wiped away the mixture of sweat and mineral dust, and scratched the scattered debris on the ground with her feet, "My husband is an honest man, he only works and gets paid, maybe some slippery head has secretly told the family." ”

"If you're interested in that, you'd better dismiss it as soon as possible, no one can dig through those rocks."

"Thank you."

"If I can add a few more copper plates, I can help you ask."

William was digging out his money bag, but what he took out was two black silver coins, he didn't listen to it since "no one can dig it through", and what he gave was obviously not an errand message fee. After a moment without anyone noticing, the captain went a little deeper, past the two men who were talking, to the edge of the mining area.

"I have an idea." Raising the torch and reaching forward, the light pushed further into the depths where few people had trodden, where there was no obstruction, no marking, and no difference in the abundance of minerals.

"Both mines are on the same hill, not much bigger"

He took a few more steps, and the torch aperture was almost separated from the people behind him, only the outer ring of the halo was connected, and the insignificant few steps seemed to be stretched in the darkness, brewing a restless sense of psychological distance, "Two silver coins, take us inside for a while." Maybe they have something in common on a deeper level? ”

"Nope."

"No way!"

The two voices rang out in unison, and Kraft looked at the sturdy woman who was simultaneously refusing, sensing the confusion and disobedience that flashed in each other's eyes, and came from nowhere.

(End of chapter)