A Good Dream at Midnight

Night.

Deep night.

Richard left the mine and returned to Blue Lake Manor. Most of the mine had quieted down.

Of course, a few areas remained active, such as the factory at the foot of the mountain.

Inside the building named the Fire Thunder Factory, "Fire Thunder" for blasting through stone walls was being continuously produced. After production, crate after crate of "Fire Thunder" was carefully transported out and then delivered to various corners of the mine.

In those corners, quite a few people were busy drilling holes and stuffing the delivered "Fire Thunder" inside, preparing for the official blasting work to come.

Because blasting work was highly dangerous and made a great deal of noise, it was carried out during the day. But for maximum efficiency, the preliminary preparations began at night. That way, ore could be mined as soon as dawn broke, keeping the entire mine running at high speed instead of stalling at the first step.

"Clack, clack, clack!"

"Over there, over there!"

"Careful! Careful!"

"Check the depth of Hole Number Two!"

"Hole Number Five is unacceptable. It's off from its previous position. Do it again!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you. What are you standing there like a block of wood for? You're new, right? Hurry up and help! I'm telling you, you're getting several times the pay you'd get elsewhere. You didn't come here to play around. You'd better watch and learn. If you don't do well, I'll report you to Captain Didak tomorrow and have him fire you!"

All kinds of voices rang out continuously, then slowly faded into the night.

In the newly built camp, countless miners were crammed into their beds, sleeping soundly and snoring loud enough to shake the heavens.

Captain Didak, whose status was relatively high, had a room