Blue Liquid

When the laborer woke after a night's sleep, he discovered that the arm he had fractured just yesterday had miraculously healed.

After this incident, all the laborers gave up any thought of escaping.

It was not that they did not want to, but how could the owner of a place with so many miraculous aspects possibly let them leave so easily?

Even ordinary people understood that logic, let alone these former mercenaries.

Today, while all the laborers were still busy with the undemanding work on the island,

they discovered that more than a dozen people who did not belong here had suddenly appeared at the edge of their living area.

The moment those ten people appeared, they were subdued by the island guards.

Before the ten of them could even figure out where they were, several guards drove them into an unoccupied wooden cabin.

"Kesel, do you think those people are newcomers?"

A young white man asked the black man beside him.

"Orn! Are you an idiot? Don't ask me such stupid questions again!"

The Black man called Kesel put on an arrogant expression.

If this had happened before, if the man before him—once second only to the mercenary captain—had spoken to him like that,

he would never have dared answer with such an attitude.

But here, no matter how fit you were or how high your combat ability was, it was still inferior to having a useful skill.

The Black man called Kesel had carving skills, and he had already escaped the life of a laborer.

Every day, he only needed to carve enough Wood Carvings. Not only did he live in the best house in town,

but he could occasionally have his way with the once lofty and overbearing mercenary leader.

Orn, on the other hand, might have