Evade The Hero and Flee!

Chapter 324

Chapter 324

Chapter 324 

34. Everyone has a plan… (7) 

#6 Their circumstances: The circumstances of some miners

Bang!

Sparks flew with a loud sound. 

“Damn it! Is that ore?”

Sparks from the collision of iron and iron.  

Seeing those sparks, the miner started examining the wall with his torch.

“Hmmm… From here to here? Then if I hit this part…”

The miner nodding his head and rubbing the wall picked up his pickaxe again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After hitting the wall dozens of times like that, a huge lump of iron ore fell down.  

“Phew!”

Inhaling fresh air through the magic breathing tool, the miner started working again.

In the faint light inside the cave, arms and legs that look big and sturdy can be seen.  

The appearance of those using them to advance at a very fast speed is that of skilled miners themselves.

Compared to ordinary miners, they showed a work rate of at least ten times, if not more.

“Is it still far?”

“I’ll check!”

As the miner at the front shouted, the miners at the back took out their maps. 

Staring hard at the map barely visible between the torches, the miner shouted loudly.

“If we keep going like this, it will take half a month at the latest and a week at the earliest!”

“Damn it! It means there’s still a lot left!”  

“Yes!”

With a frown, the miner swung his pickaxe again without giving time to answer.  

Just then, a very cold voice was heard from behind those who had resumed mining.

“Is work going well?”

“Ma, Manager!”  

The miner closest to that voice lowered himself in surprise.

“Whe, when did you come?”

“Is there any reason I should tell you that?”  

“No!”

“Right. Then answer what I’m asking. Is work going well?”

Despite the other’s domineering attitude, the miner couldn’t say anything.

An existence that cannot be resisted anyway.  

The one called the manager was such an existence deeply engraved on the body and soul of the miners.

“If, if we proceed at this rate—”

“If we proceed?”

Various calculations began in the miner’s head.  

The progress of work, times when work may be delayed due to contingencies, and the punishment they would receive for the delay…

The miner naturally shouted after calculating everything.

“It will take at least a month or more!”

Seeing the miner calling out three times the amount of time, the manager sighed.  

“Haa….”

A very short sigh.  

The manager, exhaling lightly, glared at the miner even more coldly.  

“At the fastest it will take a month?”

At that moment, the miner’s back was drenched in cold sweat like a waterfall. But he couldn’t back down.  

“Ye, yes. There is a lot of iron ore around which is causing difficulties in work. At this rate, it will take at least a month.”

The opponent is a soldier.  

Occasionally there are those who make their own weapons, but there are none who dig out the materials themselves, as far as he knew.

So he must be ignorant about this kind of work.  

Thinking so, the miner said in a confident voice. 

However,

“Laughable. It would take about a week at the fastest with ordinary miners.”  

“Gasp!”

The miner was so surprised that he almost slumped down on the spot.

If the muscles in his thighs were a little less trained, he would have slumped down.

Even they, the experts, had barely guessed the period after checking the map, yet how could one guess the exact period!

Feeling goosebumps all over his body, the miner barely answered in a trembling voice.  

“Wha, what do you mean?”

“Ordinary miners would have believed it. Because I’m an ignorant layman….”  

The one who guessed the exact date was calling himself an ignorant layman.  

The miner couldn’t understand that. He swallowed dry saliva.

“Ahem! Then why did you think it would take a week?”

“Obviously because you guys are the Made in Black Anvil!”

“Wha, what on earth does that mean?”  

As incomprehensible terms spewed out of the manager’s mouth, the dwarf leapt up shouting.  

“What does Made in mean? What is that thing that makes us receive this kind of treatment?”

Logically, what the miner said was very correct.  

The miners here were not ordinary miners!

They were dwarves praised as the Artisan race!  

“Made in? Ask Professor Naran about that!”  

Swish!  

“Urgh!”

Struck by a whip lashing out of the air, the dwarf tumbled on the floor.

“Urrgh? Does it hurt? Does it hurt!”  

“Sto, stop!”

“Stop? The fists of the metal bat wouldn’t stop even when I begged her to stop!”  

“Uwaaaaah!”

Although the dwarf rolled on the floor after being hit by the manager’s whip, the whip did not stop.  

“You guys are an evil race that created the evil god! How many have suffered from your evil deeds!”  

“Urgh, uh!”

As the dwarf beaten with the whip groaned on the floor,  

“Hmmm… That’s enough.”  

The manager used a recovery potion on the dwarf writhing in fear as he watched the cowering dwarves.  

“Roll around a bit and get up as if in pain.”

Leaving those words, the manager started looking for the next target.  

“You.”

“A, are you referring to me?”  

“Yes, you.”

Pointing to the dwarf closest to him, the manager nodded and said.  

“This guy said it would take about a month, but how long do you estimate it will take?”

The dwarf who received the question rolled his eyes around, falling into thought.

The dwarf who said a month was lying on the floor after being whipped.  

“Well, didn’t you say that it would be possible within a week, Manager?”

“That’s right.”  

Seeing the manager nodding his head, the dwarf thought.  

‘If I say a month here too, I’ll get the same treatment.’

Getting hit is not scary.  

Living as a blacksmith means being exposed to countless dangers.

Various accidents can sever parts of the body, and even a very minor mistake can cause burns.  

If skilled enough to earn the title of Artisan, it means having experienced dozens of big and small accidents at least.

However, the opponent persistently assaulted the one he latched onto viciously.

There is nothing more terrifying than being targeted by such a man. 

‘Yeah, right. He’s no ordinary guy, and he said he’s a disciple who learned from the evil-handed Hectare. That means….’

This bastard is a devil. 

If the evil-handed Hectare is a demon, then someone like this is like the Demon King trying to destroy the world under him – an existence like that!

“It will take a week at most, or 5 days at the fastest!”

The manager had a very satisfied smile as he looked at the dwarf who was laughing and shortening the period.

“Yes, that’s how the Made in Black Anvil should be! Great! You’re not like those fools over there who don’t know their own value.”  

Laughing, the manager patted his shoulder and gave the dwarves a sneer as their expressions rotted.

“By the way, there’s something I want to let you know. See this?”

The manager put his right foot on a nearby rock. He was wearing very classical shoes.

“Great, manager!”

It wasn’t flattery. Even to the dwarf’s eyes, his shoes were very good.

No, it wasn’t just good. It wasn’t an ordinary shoe, but a work of art.

While most of the dwarves were admiring the strange atmosphere they felt from the shoes,

“Huh!”

Some dwarves panted as they stared at the manager’s shoes.

Dwarves are a race of artisans. 

While most of them make weapons using ores, there are also some artisans who carve gems or polish leather.

“Th-that is…!”

One of those few dwarves shouted in a voice that seemed to take his breath away.

“Ma-manager! What exactly are those shoes?!”

It was on a different level.

Those who had been proud of being the best when it came to leather realized how pathetic their skills were and became frustrated.  

The manager’s shoes were so perfect, they had something that the current dwarves’ skills could not keep up with.

“You know, these are Loki’s shoes.”  

The manager, after putting his foot down, gave the dwarves a very wicked smile.

“A weapon from another dimension, from the gods. It would be a mistake to think of them as just shoes.”

“A weapon of the gods!”

“He summoned a tool of the gods!”

Summoners. 

Beings who can summon entities from other dimensions and make contracts with them. Normally they start with lower spirits and can summon up to gods from other dimensions.

Among them, the three strongest summoners were known as God-level summoners, Archdemons, and Spirit Kings.

Just summoning a god or an equivalent existence in itself gave the summoner the highest value.

However, even among the god-level summoners, there were differences.

The lowest were those who used the powers of gods, the next were those who used the tools of gods, and the most perfect were those who could accept gods into their own bodies.

They were the ones who could use the technique commonly known as divine possession.

The being before them was at least someone who used the tools of the gods.

In other words, he was an existence who could communicate with gods to some extent and was allowed to use the weapons used by the gods.

“Gulp!”  

He was an even bigger shot than expected.

While everyone was swallowing dry saliva and thinking that,

“What… Abilities does that weapon have?”

The miner, a dwarven elder who was swinging a pickaxe at the front, looked at the manager’s shoes with eyes full of fear and asked.

“Hoh…”

The manager’s eyes narrowed. 

Staring at the dwarf elder with his eyes curved thinly and beautifully like a crescent moon, the manager snorted.

“You noticed the meaning of my words. Is this experience?”

“Because you called it not a tool of the gods, but a ‘weapon’ of the gods.”

Not a tool, but a weapon.

The moment they realized that, the dwarves could feel chills all over their bodies.

He boasted about his shoes.  

He deliberately showed them to the dwarves and arrogantly boasted.

If it was a weapon like a sword or spear, even if it was a beautiful object full of an artisan’s touch, could they have admired it and looked at it like they were now?

No, they couldn’t have.

Imagine it was a sword.  

He would have said this.

‘I could cut your necks with this beautiful sword, so be careful. It will be cut off if you make a mistake.’

It looked like shoes, but it wasn’t shoes.

“Such shoes…!”

It was a situation where a curse learned from Hectare almost slipped out.

“To put it simply, Loki’s shoes have various effects. For example, it can turn a thousand steps into one step, make you fly in the sky….”

The manager paused and looked at the dwarf who had collapsed after being whipped and was now barely trying to get up.

“Or make your body transparent.”

“Squeak!”

The dwarf who had been whipped foamed at the mouth and collapsed at that gaze.

In the dwarf’s mind, he saw his past self who had said it would take at least a month. 

‘No! Don’t be fooled!’

But he couldn’t turn back the past.  

If it had been possible, he would have gone back even further and prevented the Black Anvil clan from surrendering to the imperial army.

“You all heard that it would take a week?”  

“Ugh….”

Looking at the manager’s fading body, the dwarf could not help but feel terrified.

“Since you openly lied, maybe you can do it even faster.”

Leaving those words behind, the manager disappeared. Looking at that, the dwarves quietly picked up their pickaxes.

“What was the manager’s position?”

“I know he’s a supervisor.”

“A being like that is just a supervisor?!”

Although he had been isolated from the outside world, the dwarven elder who had lived for hundreds of years had met countless humans.  

He was the elder and greatest artisan of the dwarves.

The humans he had met were all the most powerful existences who held the highest power of their eras, and the greatest warriors.

The manager was not inferior at all compared to those warriors. No, as an enemy, he was the worst opponent the elder could confidently say!

And such a being is just a supervisor?!

Just what is the empire doing?!

“The evil-handed Hectare is….”

How did he escape from the hands of such monsters?!

I don’t know.  

But it seems possible if it’s the evil-handed Hectare.

Thinking that, the dwarven elder

Clang!

Started working again.

They have to dig a tunnel within 5 days to enter the castle.

Because that’s the only way the Black Anvil clan can survive!

Clang!

And so the Black Anvil clan worked hard again today to go back to the place they had barely escaped to.

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