To the south of Cherbourg is a closed mining area, with only two entrances and exits guarded by heavy troops. Except for registered miners, only regular supply vehicles can enter and exit.

The miners work for life. One day every three months, they can go to two nearby suburbs to visit, and the rest of the food, drink, defecation, birth, old age, sickness and death are left in the mine.

There are still airships between the mining area and the inner city of Cherbourg, but it is specially designed for noble people to inspect. It has not been seen once over the years. Only the truck full of gold and silver ore is running around the ground day and night, sending the harvest of the mining area into the prosperous inner city.

The car left full and the car returned empty. At first, I could run hundreds of trips a day, but gradually it was less, dozens or dozens a day, but I never stopped.

In recent months, mine trucks have been running twenty times a day, and the miners responsible for escorting no longer take shifts. They are always just a dozen dwarves, accompanying the mine trucks through the tunnel day and night.

They all think this is a good job, not dirty or tired, but they often can't keep up with the meal time, and the supervisor always forgets to leave food for them.

However, being hungry is something miners have long been accustomed to. This little thing does not arouse too much suspicion, just like they are driven to the next mine truck without having time to rest every time they return to the mining area.

It was not until yesterday that the tracks laid underground had some malfunctions due to wear and tear, and the mine trucks were parked in the middle of the maintenance. The escorted miners discovered a shocking secret.

This mine cart that travels day and night between the inner city of Cherbourg and the mining area is actually empty.

"What? Empty?"

Durcinia exclaimed, her subordinate tightened, and the dwarf who was bandaged by her could not help but exhale.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, are you okay?" Durcinia quickly retracted her hand and looked at him nervously.

"It's okay," the dwarf smiled weakly, "Thank you, the kind Knight Durcinia."

Hearing this sincere praise, Durcinia's eyes turned red, her tightly pursed lips moved, and suddenly she felt her shoulders sinking, she turned her head and saw Nian Nian looking at her with concern.

"Is it okay?"

"It's okay, it's just... a little bit, I can't say it."

Durcinia smiled back and lowered her head to continue to be busy.

Nian patted her shoulders, regardless of the blood on the ground, and sat cross-legged against the authentic wall, glanced at the calm cable, and said:

"You found out that the mine cart was empty, and you were killed and silenced?"

"Yes, from the 17th to the 39th, they were all killed. Originally, the miner No. 37, who survived by chance, paused, "If I hadn't met you, I would have died at this time."

"You are lucky and lucky, and you are not injured in vital danger." Niannian glanced at the piles of corpses beside you and raised her eyebrows.

All the wounds of the corpse were cut to the heart with a frontal stab. However, this No. 37 was cut to the back and there were some scratches and scratches on his arm, which seemed to have resisted.

The long sword wound on his back was indeed dangerous. If he hadn't happened to meet the three of them, he would have lost too much blood and died.

"They shouldn't die either. The other party was obviously just five ordinary guards," No. 37 clenched his fists, "If we had united and resisted together at that time, at least one or two would survive."

"You, what did you say? Why can't I understand?" Lasso pretended to be stupid and even dug his ears in an artificial manner.

"You can understand by pulling your ears down." Niannian smiled gently.

Raso had a sad face and turned around to think about his mistakes - he really regretted that he was soft-hearted and came back to save these two people. They were both beautiful girls, but they were not gentle at all.

Unfortunately, if he hadn't been hiding underground, he would have seen the scene of covering everyone's attack on the guards every year, and perhaps he would have hesitated before saving people.

"Niannian leaned back, gently hitting the authentic wall, and a layer of dust fell from the back of her head.

"I'm going to the inner city." Raso looked at her, "We'll leave separately as promised."

"Well, you can leave." Every Nian waved his hand indifferently, "Take a word, don't make too much trouble, at least leave a way out for the people of Cherbourg."

"You, I don't know what your name is yet?" Raso asked tentatively.

"Want to know my origin?" Every year he raised his eyebrows and took out a badge and threw it at him. "It's best if you know it, but it doesn't matter if you don't know it."

Lasso took it with both hands and tossed and turned the clown badge to confirm that it was a sign he had never seen before.

"Here, I'll give it to you." Raso threw the badge back, disapprovingly, "Is it the unknown small mercenary group? Or was it established by your elves players?"

"Have you really never seen it before?" Niannian said depressedly.

"We often go to the human territory to run missions, and we all know the mercenary group with a little more famous one on the human race." Lasso kindly did not make the words clear.

He played with the mercenary badge every year and nodded:

"So, your mercenary group is quite powerful, and I'm afraid it's quite famous. No wonder you dare to plot against the entire Cherbourg."

Lasso's face turned dark and he looked at the wall again.

"There are beautiful girls on the wall? Aren't you leaving?" Every Nian politely saw off guests.

"Well, I'll leave, I'll leave now."

Lasso patted the soil on his body, walked around the pile of corpses, and walked towards another iron door.

When they opened the iron door, they happened to run into No. 37, struggling to death. Behind No. 37 were dead bodies everywhere and another closed iron door.

The three of them checked and saw that through the gap between the iron door, there was a tunnel with rails.

Lasso raised his right arm, stuffed a bright red magic crystal into the power groove, lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while, and a blue flame spewed out of the front of his five fingers, cutting a regular square notch on the iron door.

He looked back at Niannian, scratched his head, and cut the gap a little wider and a little higher.

Niannian smiled secretly and said loudly: "Thank you for saving us, I will repay this favor."

"No thanks," Lasso made a gap that was too wide for him, stood outside the iron gate, and hesitated, "You'd better leave Cherbourg early, no, it's not safe."

Looking at the cable that disappeared outside the iron door, I started hitting the wall again every year:

"Then where is the better place for us?"

"cy," Durcinia helped the weak miner No. 37, "I want to go to the mine."

After staring at her for a while, the resoluteness in Dursineya's eyes told her that even if she refused, Dursineya would not change her mind.

"Are you going to let all the miners go?"

"Well, you can't let them die in the mining area like this." Durcinia emphasized.

"Then let these hungry miners rush into the suburbs to grab food?" Niannian's voice was a little cold, and Durcinia shrank her neck uneasy.

"No, no, they can go to the inner city, there must be a lot of them-"

Dursineya was silent for a while and said firmly:

"No, I will knock down all the walls of Cherbourg, the inner city, the suburbs, the mining area, all the walls, the fences and obstacles, I will tear them all!"

Nian Nian lowered her head and chuckled a few times, stood up holding the wall, and stretched:

“Good ambition.”

"I know it's hard..." Durcinia's eyes lit up, "I'll catch Rasso now and let him blow up the wall!"

"Well... this is probably the kind of soulless explosion to him."

Touching his chin every year, he smiled:
Chapter completed!