The next day, while preparing for departure.
“I mean the mining of Peachblend.”
Caspal, who was quietly packing his things, brought up a story that I had been thinking about all along.
“Hmm, yes. Mining in Peachblend. It is a very important matter.”
I was very happy to see him restless, thinking that it would be too late to talk about it outside of here, even though he thought it was pointless to talk like that to Caspal, who had been through a lot.
“You can nationalize our mines.”
“Oh, is that okay?!”
I gave it away so casually that I screamed in surprise. As Dimitri rummaged through his bag, he almost dropped the cup in a fright.
“This is no longer a mining town. It’s just a town where you can’t live normally.”
“It’s a town where you can’t live normally… … .”
First of all, it was a sharp expression even though it was the city where his father was the lord.
“If it’s Peach Blend, we can buy it at a good price, so wouldn’t we be able to get a share if we trade well?”
“It’s nice to say… … Even if we were to recruit people to work in the mines now, no one would come. Do people believe it easily just because I am clean?”
“hmm. I heard that he did too.”
“Unless you’re a weirdo like Borland, I wouldn’t be sane enough to apply. So, wouldn’t it be better to nationalize it and deal with it? If it is the name of Iron Blood, people will gather like that.”
It wasn’t a bad suggestion.
“… … But I refuse to nationalize it.”
But there was still one problem.
“Don’t give it to Iron Blood. dedicated to me.”
“I don’t know what you mean… … .”
“Sanghyeol is still not mine.”
Even if I dedicated it to Iron Blood, it’s not something I can use. It is possible that this side’s goal will be discovered, or the new magic stone that has been developed may be stolen. That much is a specification.
“… … Come to think of it, I definitely saw this and that.”
Caspal was silent for a moment at my answer, then nodded slightly as if he agreed. Perhaps this or that is referring to the secret arts of the earth.
“all right. I’ll hand it over to the Crown Prince. I will tell my father well.”
“I’ll definitely pay for it, so don’t worry.”
“Originally, pitch blend is a cheap ore that is not very useful even for research purposes, so there is nothing to pay high for. Except for the crown prince, no one knows its usefulness.”
Caspal shook his head.
“I’ll ask just enough so that people around me won’t be suspicious. It doesn’t matter if it’s a formal amount to the extent that you’ll buy it out of pity.”
“… … okay. This favor will be repaid someday.”
“It was a place I couldn’t even enter anyway. There is no harm to me.”
This made it possible for me to obtain mines almost for free. Is the U.S. feeling this way after receiving Siberia? There were definitely hard-earned results.
“Still, it is quite a problem to whom to do the mining. If you can’t put forth the Sangvis name, living people usually won’t.”
“I heard that, too.”
However, saving people was a bit of a headache. Rumors about the prince buying dangerous abandoned mines and pushing people into them are extremely low. It’s nice to be able to get a pitch blend directly, but there’s no one to work for me… … ?
“… … Wait, what if it’s a ‘living person’?”
As I pondered, I repeated what Caspal had said.
“yes?”
“… … under.”
And eventually, a method was devised.
“Kaspal, I had a very impure thought a moment ago, do you think you know what it is?”
It was a demonic idea that was both too dangerous and too effective.
“… … !”
Caspal looked at me as if he was talking about something, then realized my true intentions and frowned. I grinned and replied silently that it was true.
“… … I know nothing.”
After silence, Caspal shook his head quietly and replied. Only Dimitri, who had been eavesdropping as he packed his things, had a face about to die because he didn’t know what was going on.
We packed up and left the mansion.
The place we headed after receiving a brief send-off from Caspal’s father was
“Why, why are you going to the mines again?! I thought I could finally go back… … .”
It was mine again. Ver, who looked around until the middle thinking that something was strange, shouted.
“Isn’t that why you’re going? It’s too late to notice.”
“I can’t help it because it’s long. I didn’t even mark the road with vomit!”
Verga got angry at Katyusha for taking out his dark history. He sighed deeply and hugged Ethel next to him.
“Ethel, what do you say? Ethel doesn’t want to come to a place like this again, right?”
“I don’t really care. I heard the reason. Don’t you like Ber?”
“… … I have no one on my side. I’m so sad.”
Berg buried his head in Ethel’s shoulder. What do you do with a kid who is shorter than you?
“But what are you really here for? I followed you once, but… … .”
Dimitri, who had been silent, asked as if he couldn’t stand it because he was worried about himself.
“Then let’s make it clear. I came back here… … .”
I took a moment to catch my breath and looked around at my colleagues. Caspal and Ethel, who already knew my true intentions, each had a puzzled expression and a smirk.
“I’m going to use the undead to mine pitchblende.”
I told you my plan.
“Yes, yes, yes?!”
Ber was the first to react. Ethel’s shoulder was pressed firmly and he shouted.
“Yeah, something like that. can i be forgiven? are you okay? You’re a complete villain! Forcibly raising the dead is just like what the bad guys did here!”
Does the ‘bad guy here’ refer to Felix? It’s not wrong, but it’s a strange expression.
“I agree too. Taking advantage of the dead is a bit… … .”
“No, it is different. It’s not such a gruesome thing I’m going to do.”
I shook my head and denied Ver and Dimitri’s words.
Of course, I had similar thoughts. However, after discussing self-help with Ethel, I was convinced that it was okay.
“There are two types of undead. The undead using the remaining soul, and the undead simply using the corpse.”
I spread my fingers and said.
“The first type is easy to make and powerful, but the quality of the action itself is poor. It’s not easy to control because you basically come to resent living beings.”
It was this kind of undead that the black beast had created. Probably most of the undead that ruled the abandoned mines were all of that type.
“The second type is a form that simply moves the corpse regardless of the soul. In principle, there is no big difference from Golem. It’s okay even if it’s a golem made from a corpse. Durability and cost are issues, though.”
Compared to the first type, the second type is purely magically inefficient, and as it does not have a soul, the power to hold its form is weak, so it collapses easily. This type of undead was used by the shaman kobold I met around the abandoned mine.
“in other words… … If it’s the second type of undead, are you saying it’s okay to have them work?”
“Well, yes. It’s not like the souls of the dead remain. I don’t have that kind of feeling morally, but… … But isn’t it a bit like putting living people in a place where there may still be danger?”
Ver and Dimitri fell silent at my words. It’s bizarre, but you can’t say it’s completely wrong.
“But that type probably won’t be strong enough for mine work.”
“Normally.”
The second type of Undead can only be used to trap or delay time. Since it is recycling a corpse, it takes less effort than creating a golem, but in the end it is a corpse. There is no way to use it because the robbery is cool.
“But I have the means to make up for it.”
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I reached out toward the ground. Then he moved the sand, made it rise, and carved it out.
“The Secret of the Earth.”
The sand that was cut off became the shape of a small person.
“Now, wait. The secret art of the land is the Amer people’s… … ?! Is it okay to learn something like that?!”
“Don’t worry about the little things. Don’t go around bragging or anything.”
After a brief reply to the startled Dimitri and Ver, I kicked the little man’s prize. And I looked around widely. The ashes Borland had arranged passed his sight.
“… … Could it be that Borland intends to use the remains?”
Caspal asked sharply, as if he couldn’t understand that much.
“That’s not right. Aren’t there many other good things?”
I focused my body’s mana on my fingers. The weather was moderately overcast. And on top of the heads of ‘them’ who surrounded us before we knew it.
“There is no need to make humans work.”
aaa-!
Lightning struck.
“Keee
Kobolds hiding under the sand were electrocuted and popped out here and there.
“Let’s leave it to the experts in mining. After killing them!”
The fight against the kobolds has begun.
After roughly 30 minutes, we completely subdued a group of kobolds.
“Here, how many kobolds are there?”
“well. What’s certain is that the seeds won’t dry up with just a few subjugations.”
“It’s just fine.”
I looked at my comrades while talking to Caspal. Dimitri was still relaxed, and Ver was holding Ethel, who seemed a bit annoyed. Katyusha arranged the kobold corpses as per my order.
‘Where is the amount of magical energy of the land that can be used… … I expected it, but it’s about to overflow.’
A place where countless people and monsters died, resurrected, and died. The land of the abandoned mine was oversaturated with magic power.
Using that overflowing mana, the body of the earth is created with the secret arts of the earth on the corpse of the kobold, and it moves. that was my goal
A small kobold can create an undead much stronger and stronger than a human with a small amount of magical energy. In addition, as mining is an instinct, excellent efficiency can be expected.
‘Let’s make just one for now.’
First of all, as a test, I attached the flesh of the soil in an appropriate shape to the corpse of a nearby kobold. Embarrassingly, because I was a little clumsy in crafting, a crippled terracotta warrior-like object was completed. Would it be good if the title was Undead No. 1?
Here, you can use chaosium to inject chaos with death. I took out the chaosium from my chest and held it.
“Ethel, tell me if it’s dangerous.”
“Relax. If anything, I’ll jump in and block it like before.”
“Tell me before that happens.”
I took a deep breath and wrapped my whole body with magic so that I wouldn’t be eroded. Then, the hand holding the chaosium was raised above Undead No. 1.
“… … traces of the dead Serve me.”
I recited a simple routine for concentration and drew chaos out of the chaosium using the magic management method Ethel taught me. The chaos that leaked out in the form of a thin thread was sucked into Undead No. 1’s poorly made nose and mouth.
“Whoa.”
I re-stabilized the chaosium. Then, nervously, he looked down at Undead Number 1.
‘It feels like remodeling a mobile phone or game console.’
I feel like I’m doing a risky job that I can’t get compensated for even if I get into an accident. In reality, it would be much worse than that. I gripped the sword at my waist with the intention of slashing it right away if I had to.
Crispy, crunchy, crunchy.
Undead No. 1 rose from its seat while staggering with the sound of the earth crumbling.