The ruins of the Town of the Dead.
After five days, nothing remained but rubble and scattered bone dust.
The party from Goodness Home worked like miners, heads down amid the ruins of the Town of the Dead, searching for the resources Dong Lin had left An Kai after his death.
"Dong Lin was a good man!"
"Who knew the old bastard was so rich!"
"What a shame. If only the old bastard could come back to life and gather some more resources for me!"
An Kai sat inside the Palace carried by the Orcs, with [mid-grade magic stones] piled at his feet.
As for the [Lower-grade Magic Stones] scavenged from the Town of the Dead, they no longer deserved a place here. An Kai had tossed the whole lot into the Mage Tower for storage.
Over five days, the party from Goodness Home had dug 571 [mid-grade magic stones] out of the rubble. By now, their scavenging of the Town of the Dead was nearly complete.
"My lord."
At that moment, the faint voice of Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince Gulair reached his ears.
An Kai raised his eyelids slightly. "What? Has the Orc Nation sent more troops?"
Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince Gulair stiffened. His old chest wound had yet to heal, and a sharp pain shot through it. He was about to cough, but remembering that An Kai was right beside him, he used every ounce of strength to suppress the urge.
"My lord, I wanted to ask whether you needed anything to help you cool off?"
After taking a moment to recover, Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince Gulair gave an awkward smile and asked ingratiatingly.
He was scared. Truly terrified.
Carelessness had left him badly wounded on this expedition. The Orc Twenty-Eighth Prince feared that his performance would displease An Kai, and