Initiative

It took more than 600 Half-Elf a whole day to arrive at the mining fortress.

The mine fortress was large enough, with enough dormitories, to easily accommodate more than six hundred Half-Elf.

Their physical condition was very poor; they had been malnourished for a long time, and their eyes had become accustomed to the darkness due to living in dark underground mines for so long.

When they emerged from the mine, all the Half-Elf had their eyes covered with linen strips, and Roy didn't allow them to remove the strips until evening...

The first thing the Half-Elf did after arriving on the ground was, of course, to fill his stomach.

Because apples and Breadfruit are easy to store and transport, the warehouse at the Second Mine almost exclusively contained these two types of fruit.

Hundreds of Half-Elf sat in the restaurant, devouring apples with such gusto that they seemed to be able to swallow the plates whole, leaving a group of Silver Moon Elf Warrior watching in stunned silence.

Almost every Half-Elf miner was skin and bones, and they were filthy, wearing only a tattered rag to cover their bodies.

After eating their Half-Elf all went into the shower room in the mine and scrubbed themselves thoroughly from head to toe with bristle brushes, cleaning off all the dead skin and dirt from under their nails. Then they changed into long linen robes, lay on dry, soft single beds, and the air was filled with the scent of lavender.

These Half-Elf have been through a lot these past two days. First, they were frightened, then surprised, then frightened again. Their mood changed from trembling to excitement. They had to wait in line in the mine to be hoisted to the surface for meals and baths. Once they were finally lying on the soft beds, their tense minds relaxed and they quickly fell asleep.

These dormitories were originally the dormitories of the Mine Private Army. Each dormitory had six bunk beds, and one room could accommodate a small squad.

After arranging the Half-Elf, Mulin stood in the corridor, holding onto the railing with both hands, and just then saw Roy holding the ' Hammer of Judgment Book ', sitting by the well, writing and drawing there.

If Roy hadn't suggested going into the mine, who knows how much longer these Half-Elf suffers.

She rested one hand on the hilt of the sword hanging at her waist, a wisp of morning breeze brushing her face, her stray hairs fluttering in the wind...

The blinding sunlight streamed into the dormitory, where some Half-Elf, wrapped in blankets, were fast asleep in bed.

There were also some Half-Elf who had woken up after a good night's sleep. They all came out of their rooms and ran to the courtyard to look around the mining fortress.

Before long, many of the Half-Elf began to feel worried...

Among this group of Half-Elf, several respected elders stepped forward. They inquired with Mulin about the current situation on the Pagisto Plateau and discussed what to do next. The problem facing this group of Half-Elf was: how to live after leaving the mine.

According to Mulin's idea, these Half-Elf could go to the Resistance Army's gathering place.

However, life isn't going too well for the people in the settlement area either.

The Half-Elf from all over the plateau kept gathering there, and the fruit trees and berry bushes near the gathering place were almost completely plundered by the elves every few days. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find food for the elves in that mountain.

Although the headhunters in the southern region of the Pagisto Plateau had been driven to the heart of the plateau by the Seventeenth Silver Pegasus Legion, the Half-Elf still dared not return to their homeland.

Captain Kepler suggested that these Half-Elf could return to Padesto City with the Silver Pegasus Legion's Logistics Unit...

This road is too far; the Half-Elf's current physical condition simply doesn't allow him to travel that far.

Roy put down the parchment book he was holding and tapped his fingers on the table, creating a rhythmic tapping sound.

Mulin, Captain Kepler, and several Half-Elf elders all turned their attention to Roy.

Roy put down the parchment book he was holding and casually suggested:

"Or we could stay in the mine fortress for a while, and decide whether to stay or leave once we've recovered!"

"This won't do. The supplies that the Logistics Regiment delivers to the mines are subject to a quota. How are we going to feed so many Half-Elf?" Captain Kepler immediately objected.

Roy knew that Captain Kepler didn't want these Half-Elf living in the mines.

His Guard Regiment is currently responsible for guarding the mine, and once these Half-Elf settle in, security issues will arise one after another...

Roy smiled slightly and said:

"The Earl Swynborne promised me that the logistics department would provide supplies to the mines while I was in charge of them."

"..."

Captain Kepler, did not voice any further objections.

Roy clapped his hands, glanced at Mulin, and turned to the elder Half-Elf to make a promise, "Alright, it's decided then. These Half-Elf will stay in the mine for the time being. Of course, I won't stop those who want to leave. In short, they are free now."

Several Half-Elf elders exchanged glances privately and then agreed.

For the past two days, the mine has been filled with over a hundred Dark Moon Elf Prisoners mining Gemstone Mine, causing a sharp drop in daily Gemstone Mine...

The Half-Elf settled in the mine fortress. After eating their fill each day, they would either stroll in the courtyard or bask in the sun on the City Wall.

Roy would squat by the mine shaft every day, studying the crane boom...

In addition, he sent several Dark Moon Elf to investigate the group of Gray Dwarf.

What can those Dark Moon Elf Prisoners do? The ones who are truly skilled at mining are the Gray Dwarf Bandit hiding deep in the caves.

"Lord Roy..."

A voice reached Roy's ears, and when Roy looked up, he found that it was actually two Half-Elf, both of whom looked like they wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What do you need me for?" Roy put down his sketchbook, stood up, and asked.

It was only then that Roy recognized them as two of the Half-Elf elders from the previous meeting.

Roy invited them to sit on a bench at the edge of the courtyard.

One of the Half-Elf elders spoke up, "Lord Roy, we have all witnessed it with our own eyes these past two days. Because you rescued us from the mine, the mine's Gemstone Mine production has drastically decreased."

And we homeless Half-Elf have to live in your house and eat the food you provide, which is not fair to you.

So we gathered all the Half-Elf and sat down to discuss it. We volunteered to organize a team of strong elves every day to go down into the mine and mine the Gemstone Mine.

No one knows these mines better than us, and our evacuation from the mines this time was rather sudden. Many of the Gemstone Mine in the mines haven't been completely mined out; some are even half-exposed on the rock walls. We should bring those Gemstone Mine back."

Roy never expected these Half-Elf to make such a decision...

"Are you sure your physical condition is okay?" Roy asked hesitantly.

He then casually added, "Actually, you don't need to worry too much about staying here. I'm just providing some food. There are orchards everywhere in the suburbs of Padesto City, and the fruit isn't worth much. It's just a little troublesome to transport it here."

The Half-Elf elder looked at Roy with unwavering eyes:

"We will select young and strong elves to go down into the well."

Roy noticed the way they were looking at him and it didn't seem like they were just being polite. After hesitating for a moment, he agreed, "... Okay, then come find me after you've tallied the numbers."

"Also, this crane is a bit too old. I've recently limited the number of times Divine Descent each day, so it's best if you don't provide more than forty miners!"

Roy added one last thing.

Seeing this, Mulin, sitting on a bench in the second-floor corridor, couldn't understand why Roy was limiting the number of miners...

'He really is a special Half-Elf. No wonder Uncle Leishande and Langbo have always spoken highly of him,' Mulin thought to herself.

In fact, what Roy said was completely true...

This rudimentary crane usually carries Wooden Box to transport food and ore, going up and down only twice a day. The old crane is still usable, but after more than 600 Half-Elf miners were hoisted out of the mine a few days ago, the problems with the crane have become increasingly apparent. In short, the crane is too old.

For the past two days, he has been trying to build a completely new crane based on the existing one, preferably with a mechanical pulley system and a worm gear-type anti-reverse transmission structure. However, it seems that this is very troublesome to build.

Roy's ideas currently only exist on paper.

I don't know how these two Half-Elf elders relayed the message, but it made it sound like going down into the mine every day was some glorious mission.

A group of young Half-Elf eagerly signed up to go down the well. In the end, forty young Half-Elf, who were more than a hundred meters tall, would be selected and then divided into four groups to go down the well one after another.

Roy, who was studying the crane boom by the mine, couldn't help but think to himself, 'These Half-Elf are probably destined to work in mines...'

On his first day mining, Roy found that things were even better than he had expected.

The amount Gemstone Mine Gemstone Mine mined by forty Half-Elf in a single day was more than that mined by over a hundred Dark Moon Elf.

When they returned to the surface carrying the Gemstone Mine, Roy arranged for a Silver Moon Elf scribe to record the name of each young miner on paper.

Some of the Half-Elf asked with puzzled expressions:

"Where is this?"

The clerk glanced at Roy, who was squatting beside the mine shaft, and replied in a low voice, "It was Lord Roy who arranged for me to record your work hours."

The Half-Elf looked confused. "What are working hours?"

The clerk lowered his voice even further. "These are the Kole you can use during your working hours underground."

The Half-Elf finally understood. "So, when we went down the mine to mine, Lord Roy was actually paying us back wages?"

The clerk nodded. "That's right..."

"Wow!"

A group of Half-Elf couldn't help but gasp in surprise; they hadn't realized there was such a good thing.

News came from the mine that the Dark Moon Elf had discovered the location of the Gray Dwarf in the cave.

Roy placed the letter on the table, closed his eyes, and carefully considered his options.

Wiping out all the Gray Dwarf Gray Dwarf might be easy, but getting them to crawl out of the caves and mine obediently might not be so simple.

Especially deep inside the cave, those Gray Dwarf Bandit have been operating for who knows how long, and given the abilities of the dwarf craftsmen, they may very well have built a bunker underground.

However, if they abandon these Gray Dwarf, the Second Mine will immediately face the predicament of having no one to mine...

Roy has been thinking of a solution for the past few days.

Now that the hiding place of the Gray Dwarf has been found, we must give it a try no matter what.

Someone knocked on the door, and Roy called out, "Come in..."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Captain Kepler and Mulin entered the room one after the other.

Roy gestured for the two of them to sit down, and he pushed the letter on the table to Captain Kepler. Captain Kepler bowed, took the letter, and quickly read it through.

"Are you planning to take action against those Gray Dwarf?" Captain Kepler asked, looking at the detailed information on the letter.

Roy nodded and said to Captain Kepler, "This time I want those Gray Dwarf to crawl out from the depths of the burrows and work in the mines."

He didn't show any surprise, clearly having expected Roy to target the Gray Dwarf in the mine.

This time, Captain Kepler was quite enthusiastic. "How many Silver Moon Elf Warrior do you need me to send?"

Roy shook his head and casually said, "Not for now. I want the Dark Moon Elf to try it out..."

"When we go down the well, I'll go down with you..." Captain Kepler continued.

Roy shook his head again and said, "The reason I asked you to come here is to ask you to keep an eye on the mine while I'm down there!"

Then Roy turned to Mulin and said, "Mulin, come down the mine with me this time. We'll bring the Dark Moon Elf with us and see if we can get the Gray Dwarf out of the mine..."

"OK!"

Mulin's answers were always so straightforward.

The next day, Roy took Mulin with him and a group of Half-Elf miners, riding in a lift-up Wooden Box, and returned to the mine.

Before going down into the mine, these Half-Elf miners had already determined the mine shaft to be dug. As soon as the Wooden Box landed, these Half-Elf miners quickly scurried into the mine shaft.

"I've rarely seen elves work so diligently..."

Standing behind these Half-Elf miners, Mulin couldn't help but complain to Roy.

Roy smiled but didn't say anything. He then took a few more steps and instructed a Dark Moon Elf guarding the vertical shaft mine, "Gather all the Dark Moon Elf. We're going to visit these Gray Dwarf today. I want to see just how well they live in the mines, no matter what."

The Dark Moon Elf didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately went to inform his other companions.