Walking in the mountains and woods at night, a dark environment that is an obstacle to others, in Sylutia's eyes, is not much different from the daytime. She can even hide her body better in the dark, and use the power of the moon to bless herself.
As we continued walking along the mountain trail, Sylutia gradually began to hear the sound of wheels coming from the mine.
Even at night, work here still does not stop. There is a camp where Anti Soldier is stationed outside the mine. They patrol here, check the workers coming out of the mine, collect the ore they dig, and then give them food and water in exchange.
Those workers who did not dig the ore could only kneel on the ground and beg, their voices hoarse and skinny as bones. But these soldiers had no mercy, or in other words, soldiers with compassion could not stay here at all.
The long period of begging and kowtowing made them even weaker, and some of them couldn't hold on any longer and fainted on the side.
Seeing this, some miners couldn't stand it anymore, so they gave some of their own food and water to them.
Unfortunately, some people cannot swallow even if they eat food. They have been hungry for too long and are extremely weak. At this time, it is too late to feed them.
Seeing that someone was dead, a soldier came over and kicked the opponent's motionless body, then spat in disgust.
"See! Work hard, otherwise this is what will happen to you later!"
After saying that, he asked several miners next to him to carry the dead body to the car, then pushed it to the side of the cliff, dumped it directly, and smashed it into the darkness.
In such a scene, no one shouted or screamed. Most of the miners were still numbly eating the hard-earned food with empty eyes. Even though their mouths were full of dust, they had no intention of wiping it off. They just swallowed it together with the black bread.
As the night progressed, they huddled in the corner of the camp, sleeping in a ball, like black mud balls, with no trace of their human form.
On the other side, the soldiers on vigil were drinking around the table, talking about which brothel in Scorched Stone City had the most fun women, what new fun they had recently, etc.
"However, there has been some instability recently." While drinking, a soldier put down his cup and changed his voice.
"What's wrong, you suddenly said such a thing, hiccup~" Anti Soldier on the side turned red, patted his shoulder, and was still hiccupping. It seemed that he was very drunk.
"When I went to the city during the day, I heard that Valley City in the north had been recaptured."
"Isn't this a good thing? Why."
"It is true that it was recovered, but the general Nokton who led the team was seriously injured and fell into a coma. More than half of his subordinates Knight were also killed."
"No way, who can hurt General Nokton? Those Knight masters put on plate armor and use Class ability. They are as hard as rocks. I can't even stab them to death if I stand there. How can anyone else hurt them?"
"That's right. We used to play Regas very easily." He picked up the wine glass and drank it, exhaled, and then continued.
"It is said that he is from Cult."
"Cult?" His companion frowned.
"Yes, the unknown Cult is said to be able to control monsters. Many Knight masters were caught off guard, which resulted in a large number of casualties."
"Anyway, there are Cultist activities in Regas. Our Scorched Stone City is very close to Valley City, so I am also a little worried." He said about his recent uneasiness.
"Hey, what are you afraid of? People above are worried about this kind of thing. Let's just eat and have fun."
"To be honest, I feel more comfortable staying here than at home. I can do whatever I want, just like the master. It's really fun."
"Haha, that's right, those girls back home don't like me, but here, I can play with several women a day, hehe."
After that, they started talking about various strange fetishes. Some said they liked legs, some said they liked feet, and so on.
On a big tree outside the camp, Sylutia sat on the branch and listened to the sounds in the camp, including the voices of the soldiers there, the sounds of workers sleeping and breathing, and the faint knocking sounds coming from the mines. They were all clear.
Has Valley City in the north been recaptured? I didn't expect that Prince Jabs was defeated so quickly, but looking at the results, Anti's army also suffered a lot. I don't know how it will develop in the future.
Since Prince Jabs is not dead, there will probably be a few battles in Regas. She doesn't know that Prince Jabs, and she can't guess the opponent's situation, Sylutia thought.
After that, Sylutia's attention once again shifted to the workers huddled in the corner. She could see that these people were in very bad condition. If only a few days passed, many more people would die.
What should we do, Sylutia, should we just sit back and do nothing, the girl asked her heart.
It was very easy for her to defeat the soldiers in these camps, but what she had to face later was the highlight.
There are currently more than 100 workers in the camp outside the mine, and it is estimated that there are more than 300 people working inside. She has rescued these people, and how to resettle them.
With their speed, they would definitely not be able to run fast. Even if they escaped with these people, they would be easily caught up by the garrison in the city. By then, she would have to face the siege of the lord and the army.
If she wins, the matter will not end. At that time, the surrounding cities ruled by Lord Anti will jointly send people to suppress her. If she continues to resist, it will attract even greater strength to counterattack.
Thinking of this, the girl shook her head slightly, this was definitely not an option.
So, let these miners escape in pieces. She would think of other ways to attract the attention of the pursuers, and then escape herself.
This can indeed save the workers in the current mine, but as long as the Lord Somelin is here, he will definitely continue to arrest people to mine here, and such tragedies will always happen.
Admonishing that Somelin lord? Sylutia shook her head, thinking about it, this kind of thing was impossible, and besides, she didn't want to negotiate and reach an agreement with this notorious person.
Get rid of this lord? Even if he dies, these soldiers will still be mined because they will bring profits.
What should we do? Is there the only way to kill, but where is the end of the killing? She cannot fight Anti Kingdom endlessly, and if she stops, the situation will remain the same.
Sylutia sat in the tree and thought slowly, not only about the situation we are facing now, but also about the many development possibilities in the future.
At this time, several miners struggled to walk out of the mine carrying simple bamboo baskets.
They walked slowly to the camp and placed the bamboo baskets on their backs in front of Anti Soldier who accepted the package, praying that they could be exchanged for food and water.
"Haha, you guys came out so late." The soldier teased and taunted a few words, then looked through the bamboo baskets.
"Just do it." He shook his head in boredom and asked his companions to bring sour black bread and crude clay pots to distribute food and water to the miners.
However, maybe it was for fun, or maybe he was deliberately teasing the miners. Instead of giving them food directly, he tore open the bread and threw it out for them to fight for.
Seeing these former fellow miners going crazy for food, fighting for Bite with each other, Anti Soldier sitting on the stool burst out laughing.
"Look, this is Regas's dog."
During the fight, many miners were injured. One of them, an old man with black hair, managed to grab the food and held him in his arms. The miner, who was lying down, desperately opened his arms and tore off the piece of bread from his arms.
In this way, the bread that was originally as big as the palm of your hand was finally torn off only a small piece. Now the soldier started throwing new bread, so no one paid attention to him and grabbed the newly thrown large piece of bread.
"Haha." Looking at this scene, these Anti Soldier burst into laughter, adding a bit of fun to the boring night.
At this time, the old man with black hair put his hands into trembling hands, chewed the bread in his mouth, and swallowed it slowly.
After throwing in a few more pieces of bread, a soldier saw the old black-haired man sitting up slowly, as if he was remembering something.
"Oh, it's you, I remember."
"Your name is Vandhi, right? You used to be a businessman, haha."
"When I inspected your goods, I asked you to share some with your brothers, but you refused. You were as stingy as a ghost."
"Why, are you regretting this? Hahaha."
"If you had known better, how would you have fallen to this point? You see, some businessmen are very smart. They not only prepared money for us in advance, but also thoughtfully gave us various benefits." As he said this, he folded his arms and shook his head, and kicked the black-haired old man with his feet, with a look of hatred for steel.
"I think you are not suitable to be a businessman. You are suitable to be a miser. Looking at your little thing, squatting in the corner and crying, hahaha."
On the big tree outside the camp, Sylutia slowly stood up.
Although she never thought about how to deal with the follow-up of this matter, there were some things she had to do after all.
That was when she was the weakest and most uneasy. She had just woken up in this world and had no idea what to do.
Fortunately, she met very good people at that time, including the village elder who arranged her place to live, captain Frien who taught her Breathing Technique, Talia who took care of her, and businessman Vandhi who helped her buy clothes and arranged a place for her to live in a strange city.
When looking back on the past, Sylutia often feels lucky that she was well taken care of and did not encounter anything terrible. Since she met Vandhi again today, this is probably a cycle of cause and effect.
Many grass seeds appeared in her hands, and then they were gently blown up and scattered into the night wind.
Sylutia Pressed the scabbard lightly with one hand, and slowly pulled out the pale gold blade, holding it in his white fingers and hanging down the cuff.
She walked towards the camp in the firelight, gradually increasing her speed, and the blade swept across the grass, bringing up the silky leaves, until finally, the blade turned over between her fingers, reflecting the brazier in the camp, reflecting a bright moment of light.