"There are no small problems when it comes to human life. You have to see people dead or corpses. Summing up the experience of accidents, in the mine, no matter what the problem is, you can't be vague about it. In the future, miners must be well trained.
For work, whether it is drawing a map of the mine tunnel with animal skins or making some obvious wayfinding signs, miners must be able to confirm their position more clearly..."
"Lord, I understand. I will start preparations immediately when I get back today."
Looking at the man in front of him who was extremely respectful to him, Lester nodded,
Blister, a Mombian, is quite capable. He can count and has the skills to control his subordinates. He is perfect for controlling the mines in the Shining Silver Mountains.
Ten minutes later, after passing through several forks in the road, the terrain extended downwards and suddenly became steeper. There were many holes and bottomless pits on the ground.
Compared with the previous mine tunnel, there are obviously many fewer support beams here. At this moment, a dozen construction craftsmen are carrying several new wooden beams to stand on the ground, using broken pitons and lime mud to connect the cave to the ground.
and the cave roof.
"Lord, this is the mine tunnel of the third branch. We opened it the day before yesterday and it is currently being reinforced. The miners are now working in the previous mine tunnel. I don't know why Gut came here alone...
Hey Joey! How's the work getting done here?"
Hearing the sound, a bearded man wearing a hard-wearing burlap work clothes straightened up, looked around, trotted up to the three of them, took off his miner's hat and saluted.
"The lord and his wife are in good health...
Lord Blister, the terrain here is extremely complex, with many corridors and pits and hollows, which is extremely dangerous.
In addition to eight wooden beams and three stone pillars that need to be laid, the holes in the ground also need to be filled with lime mud. The third wooden beam is currently being laid..."
Hearing this grey-faced middle-aged bearded man call herself the lord's wife, Margaret became a little nervous in a rare way. She glanced at Lester quietly in front of her. After discovering that Lester did not deny it,
It seemed that he had thought of something, and his face turned as red as a steamed lobster. Fortunately, it was too dark deep in the mine, so no one saw this.
"Have you heard from Rupert and the others yet?"
"Reporting to your lord, no one from Foreman Rupert's search team has returned."
Frowning, Blister noticed something was wrong.
"Didn't they go in in the morning? No one has come out yet? Didn't I tell him to send someone out every once in a while to report that it's safe? What did he take my words for? Did he turn a deaf ear!?"
"I'm sorry, Lord, I'm a little out of control. I just think that I have clearly warned Rupert, but he still made his own decision. I'm really a little angry..."
Waving his hand to indicate that Blister, who looked apologetic, didn't have to worry about it, Lester looked at the construction craftsman Joey.
"You're saying that the people from the search team entered deeper into the mine tunnel from here and haven't come back yet?"
Turning to look at Lester, Craftsman Joey nodded and explained.
"Lord Blister is right. Rupert should send someone up to report that he is safe. There are five people in the search team, and there shouldn't be no one available..."
He took out a well-made brass hourglass tip from his animal skin pocket. Using the light of the flame, Joey squinted and determined the time.
"It's almost noon now. Lord, even if Gut can't be found, according to usual habits, Rupert should come out for lunch..."
"Take me to the entrance of the mine on the next level."
"Okay, please follow me and be sure to pay attention to the holes under your feet."
Picking up a torch from the rock wall, Joey explained in order to prevent Lester from misunderstanding that he had made a mistake.
"There is no coal or other fuel minerals in this layer, so there is no need to worry about open flames."
"I understand, please lead the way."
"yes."
Following Lester and others, it seemed as if she had really become a 'lord's wife'. Margaret no longer had a sullen face, and carefully experienced the novel feeling she had never had before.
Carefully stepping through several small, inconspicuous pits, he followed the crowd for dozens of meters and came to a corner.
Margaret focused her gaze on the entrance of a black hole that went vertically downward. With the light of the torch in Joey's hand, the girl looked down.
Under the black cave, there are intermittent rock formations that are as tall as an adult. They are no longer the continuous rock slopes before. In other words, going down from this level requires considerable climbing ability.
It's just that this change is a bit too abrupt.
At first glance, these square stones seemed to have been dug out deliberately with tools.
The black cave that swallowed up the firelight seemed a bit lonely and eerie. Looking down further, nothing could be seen clearly, it was pitch black.
"We didn't find this place before. It was originally blocked by a big stone. It wasn't until the round boulder collapsed the loose rocks nearby due to its own weight that it rolled down, exposing the mouth of the pit.
."
"Have you organized people to go and see it?"
"Lord, we discovered this cave not long ago, and we haven't organized anyone to go down to check. This time, it was because Gut was missing that Foreman Rupert led the search team down to look for people."
At this point, Joey quickly added, fearing that his lord would decide to go on an adventure as soon as he slapped his head.
"Lord, let's not go down now. Not to mention that the road is not easy to walk. The most important thing is that we currently lack the necessary tools, including rock climbing ropes, miners' climbing claw shoes or fully enclosed oil lamps... Without these tools...
It will be dangerous if we go down."
Nodding, before Lester could say anything, a lung-breaking scream came from the lower level of the black cave, followed by scalp-numbing footsteps and countless rats.
A kind of 'squeaking' sound, the terrible sound is getting louder and louder.
"It's Rupert!! He's down there! How are you, Rupert!?"
Grabbing the craftsman Joey who had been trying to persuade him not to go down just now, Leicester glanced at the pale Blister and the calm Margaret, grabbed Joey's torch, and threw it down.
go.
The torch rolled and fell onto the intermittent ledges, and landed at the deepest point. Lester took a closer look and estimated that the depth was about twenty meters.
Less than two seconds after landing, the cotton torch wrapped in animal fat and vegetable oil began to burn violently, and then a staggering man screamed and approached the torch, frantically climbing up the steep rocky platform.
