Path of light

Chapter 344 345. Grantham’s Dark Day

"Shall I be the owner of this spinel mine?"

Roy's thoughts were a little messy. He rubbed his nose vigorously and asked Captain Jones.

Then he added: "I think it may be a little bit awkward. I am not capable of suppressing the gray dwarves and elven prisoners in the mine. Although they are locked up in the mine now, who knows when they will open a passage to escape." Go, I'm so young, I really don't have the ability to monitor the underground mines, nor can I restrain those gray dwarves and elven prisoners."

"We'll talk about this later. I think the mines are pretty well managed now." Captain Jones smiled a little unkindly. The Silver Moon elves were so mysophobic that no one wanted to deal with these gray dwarves and elf prisoners.

It was just Roy's performance in front of the mine that made him feel that he could leave the management of the mine to Roy. At least he could keep the mine running normally, which was good.

It will not starve the elven prisoners and gray dwarves below the mine to death, but also give them something to do below the mine...

Roy sat on the bench, feeling very depressed. When he was in Padstow City, Earl Swinburne asked him to join the Cavalry Pioneer Regiment because he was familiar with the situation on the Padstow Plateau. He just wanted to do A guide is coming.

But after arriving at Pajisto Plateau, this was completely different.

He was forgotten by Captain Hercules in the most inconspicuous corner of the Cavalry Pioneer Regiment...

After the Cavalry Pioneer Regiment captured the mine, he actually became the manager of the mine.

Captain Jones saw the confusion in Roy's eyes, so he stopped forcing him and took a sip of the diluted tree sap of life.

In fact, in the eyes of Captain Jones, Roy is still very good.

In the investigation team, Roy can always complete investigation tasks very well. Although he is a newcomer, his abilities have been recognized by other Silver Moon elves in the investigation team.

Roy is different in everyone's eyes...

Roy found that he seemed unable to return to Castletown in a short period of time, and he leaned back on the chair weakly.

The climate on the Pagisto Plateau is very bad, with cold nights and scorching heat and sun exposure during the day. It is far inferior to the warm and humid Castletown.

He preferred living in Castletown.

At the time, he was the governor of Barrier Town just for a name. As for the mine owner, Roy had no interest.

Roy felt conflicted in his heart, and Captain Jones smiled unkindly, with a hint of apology in his smile.

No normal elf would want to go to the plateau and become a mine owner.

For an elf with noble character, this is simply blaspheming the soul. Roy's resistance to becoming a mine owner shows that he is a good young man influenced by elf culture.

But someone has to do this job after all.

If Roy didn't do it, Captain Jones felt that he would be the one to do it.

He raised his head and glanced at Roy, thinking about how to stabilize Roy.

He reached out and pushed the life sap in front of Roy, asking him to drink it quickly before the life essence dissipated.

Captain Jones knows that this war on the Pagisto Plateau may last for a long time. One of the main reasons is that the main force of the Silver Pegasus Legion has another mission. Currently, it is impossible to enter the Partington plane. There are no Silver Pegasus warriors. To capture cities and territories on the plateau, it is probably not possible to rely solely on the cavalry vanguard regiment.

Earl Swinburne took a fancy to the mines on the plateau and wanted to snatch them from the owners of these mines to provide blood transfusions for the Silver Pegasus Legion.

He was determined to acquire these mines on the Pagisto Plateau.

Captain Jones and Roy sat in the dining room chatting for a long time. The sun shone slantly from the window, forming irregular spots on the gray floor.

In this square fortress, only the top floor can feel the sun, which makes people feel that they can often bask in the sun, which is actually a kind of enjoyment.

…

A team of plateau headhunters lurk in the dark crevices of the rocks. This is where two mountains meet, and the terrain is dangerous.

The tattoos on the face of the headhunter leader have an alluring charm. He stares at the square fortress in front of him from a distance, with a small blade of grass rolled on the tip of his tongue and his brown eyes narrowed, like a poisonous snake that bites people.

The owner of the Grantham mine was also among them. He was wearing a piece of fur with a fishy and salty smell. He didn't know if the fur was moldy or if the headhunter had done something to the unclean fur.

A gust of cold wind blew over, and he couldn't help but pull the edge of the fur, letting it wrap around him tightly to preserve the last bit of warmth in his body.

He had never suffered like this since he owned a spinel mine.

Now, he just wanted to get his things back, but when he saw the fortress in front of him that was almost integrated with the mountain, he just felt like his whole body was trembling...

When it gets dark, he will lead this group of plateau headhunters through the secret passage outside the fortress, sneak inside and recapture the fortress in one fell swoop.

The wind blew on his face, and he closed his eyes. He felt as if he was hanging on a cliff, unable to climb up, and unable to get down...

Next to the Grantham mine owner is a group of plateau headhunters. Their bodies are pressed against the cold rocks. When their eyes are closed, they do not emit any breath.

They were originally the owners of this plateau, and their bloodline could not be verified. Some said they were the descendants of mixed elves and extinct plateau natives, while others said they were a branch of orcs.

They are cruel and bloodthirsty at heart, and are born to be hunters.

…

As night fell, the headhunter finally opened his eyes again. He glanced at the owner of the Grantham mine behind him, whose face was ashen from the cold.

The Grantham mine owner hurriedly moved his body and groped forward in the darkness. He held his hands on the cold rock wall and walked out of the crevice with one foot deep and one shallow.

Walking towards an inconspicuous stone wall ahead.

Behind him were a group of fur-covered plateau headhunters. Such a large group of warriors moved forward without making any sound.

The secret door was well designed and covered with a thick layer of moss. Without the owner of the Grantham mine to lead the way, these plateau headhunters would never have been able to find this secret passage.

After pushing open the secret door, the owner of Grantham Mine took the lead in getting in.

The secret passage is filled with a rotten atmosphere. In the narrow passage, there are square wooden supports every half meter. The passage is low and narrow. In addition to walking forward with a bent knee, the cat can only kneel in the mine passage. Climb forward.

Crouching forward is not a difficult task for plateau headhunters. The owner of the Grantham mine could only crawl in the tunnel.

The turbid air made him feel like an old windbox, making a wheezing sound, and his hands and knees were soon hurt by the cold and hard rocks...

The Grantham mine owner wanted to stop and take a breath, but found that the headhunter from the plateau behind him had the tip of his spear pressed against his butt.

At this moment, he had tears and runny nose. The dark cave in front of him frightened him, but he could only bite the bullet and crawl forward.

After crawling forward for nearly a hundred meters, the tunnel turned into a passage made of stones. The owner of Grantham Mine was finally able to stand up. He limped forward and walked out of the tunnel tremblingly. A torch was taken off the stone wall, and the oilcloth wrapped in rosin was inserted into a copper bowl. The green phosphorus fire wrapped the oilcloth and immediately ignited the torch.

The firelight reflected on the cave wall, and the plateau headhunters following the Grantham mine owner all narrowed their eyes like poisonous snakes.

The Grantham mine owner looked a little embarrassed, his hands were dripping with blood, his hair was disheveled, and there were a few scratches on his cheeks that were blue from the cold.

After passing through this narrow tunnel, which was about a hundred meters long, the Grantham mine owner's palms and knees were bruised to pieces.

The headhunter leader came up from behind, looked at the embarrassed Grantham mine owner indifferently, took the torch from his hand, and continued walking forward with the plateau headhunters...

The Grantham mine owner was caught between the headhunters, climbing up the stone steps.

At the end of the tunnel is another stone door. A thick layer of dust has fallen here. Apparently no one has set foot here for many years.

The Grantham mine owner was pushed forward by the headhunters again. The Grantham mine owner brushed off the dust on the stone door and pushed the stone door hard. Although he tried his best, he could not push the stone door open.

At the signal of the headhunter leader, four plateau headhunters walked up, and the five of them worked together to finally push the stone door open...

It was still dark outside, but the fresh air told everyone that everyone had come out of the tunnel.

The headhunter held a torch and looked outside, and found that there were neat wooden boxes in front of him. These wooden boxes were arranged like a high wall. He walked to the wooden box, took out a sharp knife and chopped it on the wooden box. With one strike, the sharp blade easily cut through the wooden board, and when it touched the thing inside, a spark suddenly burst out.

‘嚓……’

The wooden box was actually filled with gemstones, and the knife just hit the gemstones.

But here is actually a warehouse. The plateau headhunter stood next to the wooden box and carefully looked at the surrounding situation...

…

Two elf warriors pushed open the door of warehouse No. 2. Roy and three other elf warriors worked together to push a flatbed truck and pushed a large box full of gemstones into the warehouse.

The spinel ore produced every day must be clearly recorded, and Roy stores these gemstones in the No. 2 warehouse.

The gem mines in this warehouse are piled up like mountains, and the most abundant ones are of course the low-grade gem mines. As long as they are transported to Buenos City and sold to jewelers, they will be exchanged for a lot of magic crystals.

The other three elf warriors are also members of the 10th Reconnaissance Team, and they are already very familiar with Roy.

When pushing the flatbed truck into Warehouse No. 2, an elf warrior couldn't help but begged Roy:

"Roy, if you become a mine owner, don't choose me when you are looking for help. I don't want to live here pushing ore carts every day."

"What's wrong with pushing an ore cart?" Roy chuckled.

Several elf warriors said one after another: "It's boring. There are no elf girls here. Our life is very boring. This is not the life we ​​want."

Just as Roy and the three elf warriors were walking and chatting, a faint holy light flickered in his palm...