Chapter 18: Miners

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Translator: CKtalon

The Silverstream Mine was the largest mine in Thorn City. About 40% of the Elementium Silver ores were produced here every year. It was precisely because of this that Thorn City’s largest Elementium Silver refinery was built nearby.

Of course, this mine and refinery were a part of Duke Simon’s massive industrial business.

William checked the Cass Durant bounty issued by Duke Simon. Half of the people who died at his hands were Silverstream Mine miners, and the rest were more or less related to the Elementium Silver industry pertaining to this mine.

According to his experience in the game, this place would probably be filled with holes when a Soul-Ingesting Spider Demon was sighted.

However, he didn’t quite understand why everything was tied to a mine.

Every Void Sovereign corresponded to a concept or phenomenon. For example, the Lady of Starvation symbolized a pathological cycle of life and death, the wrongly distorted food chain, and an irreversible consumption of one’s self. Therefore, the Lady of Starvation’s spawns were often associated with concepts like corruption, festering, infestation, and the undead. Similarly, they only enjoyed appearing in areas with such elements.

As for the Whispering Empress, she symbolized conspiracy, betrayal, trickery, and murder. As a spawn of the Whispering Empress, the places where the Soul-Ingesting Spider Demons loved to appear should be filled with schemes and plots, such as the complicated courtrooms or the nobles who engaged in intense power struggles.

No matter what, they shouldn’t be related to the miners.

William felt the need to figure out what they were parasitizing so many miners for.

“Brute Cole.”

“Here!”

“Sigmonds Carter.”

“Here!”

The supervisor with an iron whip at his waist held the roster and named them one by one. A row of dusty miners in sloppy overalls stood in a neat line on the flat ground in front of the mine. At everyone’s feet were ropes, crane mouth shovels, and mineral lamps.

When their names were called out by the supervisor, they did their best to answer loudly and then stand as straight as possible without making eye contact with the person.

“Colt Brand.”

“…”

The silence made everyone turn their gaze to the end of the line. A child who looked to be 15 or 16 years old stood there drowsily in overalls that were too wide for him. His head was lowered, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep standing.

The supervisor slowly walked in front of the child as if he was intrigued. He picked up the iron whip hanging at his waist and gently lifted the child’s chin with the iron whip’s grip.

The cold touch jolted the child awake. He looked at the smiling supervisor in front of him in a daze and then seemed to realize something.

“Ah, here!”

He immediately straightened his body and replied loudly. He didn’t take a breath after saying that.

The supervisor retracted the iron whip in his hand and asked softly, “Don’t be nervous, chill! I remember that you were the miner who reported for duty the day before yesterday, right?”

“Yes, sir! I’m here to take over my father’s position as Hilton Brand!” the child replied loudly.

The supervisor nodded and spoke with a smile.

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