The Oskulas Mercenary Company would lead the uprising.
A team of five Master Level fighters and five Elites could turn the Open-Pit Coal Mountain upside down without alerting the Phelan Trading Company.
"We're almost there."
They could already see the checkpoint guarding the mountain road.
"Everyone, stay quiet. Once we're inside, don't speak unless you have to—not until we reach the Mine Tunnel."
The convoy, which had been humming with whispered conversation, fell silent. Only the wheels made a sound as they rolled over the thin snow covering the mountain road.
"Stop."
The Guard Captain at the checkpoint blocked the convoy.
Little Smo, disguised as the Coachman, hurried over. "Sir, we're with the Slave Grand Knight. He sent us to deliver a group of slaves and laborers."
The Guards raised their Oil Lamps and inspected the "cargo" on the carts.
Everyone had changed into filthy, threadbare linen coats that offered little warmth. They had also used the Transformation Spell to alter their builds and appearances, while their weapons were stored in Rofi's and the Mage's rings.
Those who could act looked frightened, angry, or dejected. Those who could not kept their heads down and hid the tension on their faces.
Their only real flaw was that none of them looked particularly frail.
"These are all fine specimens the Slave Grand Knight just captured..." Little Smo said from beside the guard.
Disgust flashed through the guard's eyes. Did he not know where those "fine specimens" had come from?
If his own wife and daughter had not lived in the Golden City, he would have feared for their safety too.
Those damned slavers...
One of the Guards returned from inspecting the carts and nodded. The Guard Captain waved them on impatiently. "Get moving."
Their clenched fists quietly relaxed. They passed through the