In the days that followed, Ang continued to disguise himself as a kobold miner, silently searching for an opportunity in the shadows.
Whenever the dead of night came, he took advantage of the guards' laxness, donned the Shadow Cloak, and quietly slipped near the plaza to observe the Magic Teleportation Array.
Yet Joyce never appeared. It seemed the Black Magic Society was extremely cautious about guarding this Mithril Ore vein.
Ang guessed that Joyce only came through the teleportation array at intervals, responsible for transporting supplies and coordinating arrangements.
Ang did not dare act rashly. He could only endure and wait for the right moment.
Time slowly passed, and the monotonous labor and oppressive atmosphere within the cave weighed heavily on Ang's mind.
Until one day, when a sudden earthquake shattered the silence.
Rumble!
The entire Mine Tunnel shook violently. Rocks fell from cracks in the walls and struck the ground with dull thuds.
The kobolds immediately panicked, yelping shrilly as they threw down their iron pickaxes and scrambled out of the cave.
Even the Black Mages' expressions changed drastically. Unable to maintain order, they hurriedly directed their subordinates to evacuate.
Amid the chaos, Ang quietly moved deeper into the plaza, his gaze fixed on the stone house containing the Magic Teleportation Array.
Once the cave had descended completely into chaos, Ang swiftly slipped into the stone house, closed the stone door behind him, held his breath, and carefully examined the magic array before him.
The Magic Teleportation Array was covered by a translucent magic shield. Dim blue patterns flowed slowly across its surface, radiating faint magical fluctuations. It had clearly been reinforced with tight defenses.
Ang narrowed his eyes and sneered inwardly.
This level of defense won't stop me.
He took a deep breath and lightly moved his hands.