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"Huh!?" Ye Xiao realized what was happening, but he wasn't as strong as Greta, and was dragged off the cliff.

But the expected rapid descent did not occur. Ye Xiao felt the wind blowing on his face, and his body seemed to be slowly gliding through the air towards the center of the mine pit.

He looked up and saw that Greta, who was holding his arm, had a pair of small bat wings on her back, which were flapping leisurely and carrying Ye Xiao slowly downwards.

"Wow, you're amazing, Miss!" Ye Xiao exclaimed in sincere praise.

However, Gladys glanced down at Ye Xiao, stared blankly for a moment, and then her cheeks suddenly flushed slightly. "Where are you looking at, you scoundrel eyes?!"

"What..." Before Ye Xiao could finish speaking, she felt herself suddenly plummet. "Holy shit!"

Amidst her tragic cries, Ye Xiao fell freely from the sky like a leaf fluttering in the wind.

The mine pit beneath him grew larger and larger, like a man-eating black hole. Just before his face, which was somewhat deformed by the strong wind, was about to violently collide with the ground, a sudden, soft force managed to catch his body and bring him to a stop.

Ye Xiao swallowed hard, seeing that the ground, which was only centimeters from his nose, had suddenly stopped without delivering a head-on blow.

Then, he felt the force that had been lifting him suddenly disappear, and his face still slammed into the hard rocky ground.

"What are you doing?!" Ye Xiao covered his nose and got up from the ground, watching Greta, who was flapping her little wings, slowly land, speechless.

"Who told you to look around like that!" The little maid stamped her foot, her face slightly flushed.

"We've known each other for so long, don't you trust my character at all?" Ye Xiao scratched his head innocently. "How could I possibly do such dirty things in a serious setting!"

"Ah..." Seeing Ye Xiaoyi's earnest expression, Greta couldn't help but wonder if she had truly misunderstood him. She lowered her head slightly, "Alright, then I'm sorry..."

Of course, it's just that they won't actively look at it; being passive is a different matter.

Thinking this, Ye Xiao touched his nose. Besides, he'd seen Ella's before; as a mature, stable, and psychologically healthy young man, he wasn't so easily offended by this...

"what colour?"

"White," Ye Xiao answered instinctively.

Chapter Eleven: The Baron of the Mines

At the bottom of the gray gold mine stands a huge ore refinery in the center.

This colossal rock structure, built using earth magic and human craftsmanship, has somehow extinguished the flames in its furnace, leaving only a massive shadow lying prostrate at the bottom of the pitch-black pit.

The surroundings were empty and quiet, except for a figure that could be seen running past in the windows of the central tower surrounded by several iron refining towers.

This was Humphrey, the manager of the gray gold mine, his face, adorned with a small mustache, filled with terror, as he staggered up the spiral staircase.

His once elegant and neat aristocratic shirt was now torn and stained with dirty blood.

He kept walking until he reached the room on the top floor of the tower.

There was a tightly closed iron gate, upon which an intricate magic array shimmered.

Humphrey, who had been in a state of panic, finally showed a hint of joy. He ran to the door without stopping, took out a silver key from his clothes, inserted it into the lock, turned it, glanced at the long and quiet staircase behind him, and then pushed the door open.

"Baron... wait for me..." Just then, a hoarse cry came from below the stairs.

Humphrey peered through the crack in the open door after squeezing through the door, and saw a servant covered in blood walking up the wall, leaning against it.

Perhaps knowing his master's nature, the servant, seeing Humphrey reach the door, widened his eyes and, ignoring his grievous wounds, rushed towards the door almost like a madman, crying out, "No!!! Your Excellency! Please! Let me in!"

"Get out, you lowly wretch!" Humphrey completely ignored the servant's wails, and with all his might, pushed the heavy door shut just as the servant was about to reach it.

But perhaps the door was too heavy, and it was quite difficult for Humphrey to push it open by himself. One of the servants' arms reached out from the crack in the door and grabbed the inner wall.

"Please! Save me, Your Excellency!!"

"Get out! Get the hell out of here!!!" Humphrey's eyes were bloodshot. The protective magic array on the door wouldn't work if it wasn't closed tightly. Was this lowly commoner trying to kill him?!

Thinking of this, Humphrey mustered all his strength and pushed the iron door. The heavy iron block directly crushed the arm that was stuck in the door crack.

"It hurts! It hurts!! Please! Let me in, Baron..." The servant's wails were laced with sobs, but to Humphrey, they only made him more irritated.

Suddenly, the servant felt the iron door tighten around his arm, and a flicker of joy appeared on his face, which had been contorted with pain and despair. "Your Excellency, you're willing to let me in..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his arm, followed by a piercing pain.

He was stunned at first, then saw that his right arm, which was only half intact, was spurting blood.

"My hand, my hand!!!"

Humphrey, severing the servant's arm with a single stroke, paid no heed to the cries outside the door and pushed it shut without hesitation.

Just before the door was about to close tightly, the servant's desperate and resentful roar echoed in the room.

"Humphrey, you'll die a horrible death! You'll die a horrible death!!!"

The iron gate slammed shut.

With his heart still pounding, Humphrey leaned against the door, let out a long sigh, then turned around and spat at the iron gate. "Go to hell yourself, you damned wretch!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then immediately ran to the mahogany table in the center of the room, opened a drawer, took out a dark blue round crystal, and smashed it on the ground.

Watching the crystal shards fly everywhere, Humphrey finally relaxed, leaning against the mahogany table and panting heavily.

This crystal will send a distress message to the nearby guard camp via a communication spell. As long as you stay here and wait for reinforcements to arrive, you will be safe.

This room is protected by a magical barrier personally set up by a master-level defensive mage. No one can break through it, no one!

Humphrey recalled the bizarre events that had suddenly occurred this morning, and even though he was now safe, he was still shaken.

He was simply directing his men to work as usual when a guard suddenly reported that there were trees in the mine with dead bodies hanging from them.

The corpses in the trees seemed to come alive, attacking the guards and miners everywhere. Unlike the clumsy zombies controlled by ordinary necromancers, these tentacled monsters were incredibly agile.

The slain guards would sink into the ground, and then new corpses would grow on the withered branches like fruit.

He had never seen such bizarre necromancy before, and his guards were quickly overwhelmed by the strange corpses.

What a bunch of good-for-nothings!

Thinking of this, Humphrey slammed his fist on the table. He had fed and pampered these good-for-nothings for so long, and they couldn't even hold out for ten minutes, almost costing him his life.

"hiss……"

Once he relaxed, he felt the pain from his back wound. The movement of pushing the door and slamming the table had probably aggravated it, causing him to wince in pain.

But these are all minor matters.

Humphrey slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table. On the wall behind the room, there were alchemical potions and bandages for healing, which would not be a problem to alleviate his not-too-serious injury.

He leaned against the glass cabinet behind his desk, opened the cabinet door, took out a tube from a row of bright red glass bottles, and poured it into his mouth.

However, the medicine, which should have been sweet, tasted like rotten mud when it entered his mouth. The disgusting taste made the mining baron vomit it up immediately.

"Ugh...cough cough, what the hell is this??" Humphrey looked at the pool of black sewage he had vomited on the ground, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He turned to look at the cupboard and found that the glass bottles on the shelf inside were all filled with pitch-black muddy water.

"What the hell is going on?!" Baron Humphrey, in a fit of rage, swept all the potions out of the cabinet, which landed on the floor with a crisp, crackling sound.

Are those servants incompetent? The medicine expired and no one replaced it! The money we usually give them is barely enough to feed the dogs!

"Uh..." The waving motion aggravated the injury in his waist again, and Humphrey, in pain, immediately went to get the bandage placed next to the medicine shelf.

Then he felt his fingers touch something slippery, and he jerked back his hand with a start.

The bandage somehow transformed into a writhing black snake coiled around his wrist, instantly turning the gaunt baron pale with fright.

"Shit! Fuck shit!!!" Humphrey threw the bandage wrapped around his hand to the ground and stomped on it a few times before sitting down hard on the ground.

But then he discovered that there was no snake at all, only a dirty bandage on the ground.

"Baron!? Are you alright?" Just then, a voice called out in his ear.

He groggily raised his head and looked at the iron gate; the sound was coming from outside.

"Your Excellency, are you inside!?"

Humphrey heard it clearly now; it was the voice of the guard commander stationed at the nearby camp. He had even drunk with the man before, and the voice sounded all too familiar!

We're saved! We're finally saved!

The baron scrambled to his feet and rushed toward the iron gate.

But just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, a sudden doubt arose in his mind.

He had only sent the signal a short while ago, so how could the guards stationed outside the mine have arrived so quickly?

Chapter Twelve: The Lament of the Dead

"Lord Humphrey, are you inside?"

The captain of the guards' voice continued, but the baron, sweating profusely, trembled as he withdrew his hand from the doorknob.

Impossible, that could never be the captain of the guard.

Even if the voices sound exactly the same, the real captain of the guard could never have arrived here so quickly.

Humphrey didn't know what was outside the door, but he knew he absolutely couldn't open it at that moment.

"Baron!? Hey! Aren't you inside?"

"Hey!"

"If there's no one inside, we'll evacuate. The fighting is still going on in other places, so we need to rush to other places to rescue people."

"Let's get out of here, everyone! We need to get out of here quickly. The Baron shouldn't be inside. Let's go look for him elsewhere."

Humphrey covered his mouth, his heart filled with anxiety. The words from the person outside the door made him waver, but he had to convince himself that it was all a lie.

He stood there until the sounds outside the door completely disappeared and the room returned to silence.

Damn...

Perhaps due to the negative effects of blood loss, Humphrey felt increasingly dizzy.

The dimly lit room was illuminated only by a few pyroxene lamps hanging on the walls. In a daze, he felt that the shape of the desk not far away had changed, becoming dark and resembling a person lying on the ground.

Like someone lying on the ground...?

Humphrey squinted; in the dim light, it looked as if there really was someone slumped over the table on the floor.

He was dressed in a servant's short robe, his upper body rising and falling slightly, as if he were panting heavily.

"Huh...huh..."

In the silent room, the faint breathing sounded in Baron Humphrey's ears, one breath at a time, gradually becoming clearer.

Where did this person come from? And where did this person come from?!

Humphrey's heart leaped into his throat. He drew his sword and shakily stepped forward.

As they got closer, the scene before them became clearer and clearer.

The other person's clothes were covered in mud and bloodstains, his left hand was gripping the edge of the desk, and his right arm, which was pressed against his chest, was gushing blood.

Why didn't you save me?!

The figure suddenly turned around and lunged at Humphrey with a roar, the gouged-out eyeballs staring intently at his terrified face.

"Don't come any closer!" Humphrey's face was contorted with panic. The knife in his hand struck the servant who should have been dead, but it felt like he was hitting a hard piece of wood.

"Ouch! Ouch, Baron!!" The servant, whose shoulder had been slashed, cried out as he lay sprawled on the ground, then struggled to crawl toward Humphrey, covered in blood and grime.

Humphrey tried to pull the knife out of the servant's body, but the blade seemed to be stuck, causing his hand to slip off the hilt when he exerted force, and he staggered backward and fell to the ground.

"Get out! Get out of here!!!" Humphrey howled as he frantically moved backward until his back touched the cold iron door.

The servant crawled on the ground, his limbs twisted and contorted, reaching out his broken right arm to try and reach Humphrey, who was already pale with fright.

As Humphrey watched the deep, white bone lodged in the rotten flesh of the severed arm wound almost pierce his nose, his already tense mind nearly collapsed.

He twisted his body, grabbed the handle on the side, and pulled open the iron door. At that moment, all he wanted was to escape this maddening room as quickly as possible.

The moment the door opened, the sudden gust of cold wind blowing in from outside brought a glimmer of clarity to Humphrey, whose mind had been tormented to the point of near madness.

Through the crack in the door, he saw the servant who had died leaning against the door panel, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly at him, motionless.

He looked behind him and saw that his knife was just sitting quietly on the desk, and the clean and tidy floor was completely bare except for a few of his own footprints.

It’s over.

Realizing something was wrong, Humphrey immediately tried to close the door he had just opened, but the body of the servant who had been leaning against the iron door before his death suddenly slipped down, and his upper chest got stuck in the crack of the door.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Humphrey cursed, bending down and pressing down on the blood-soaked head of the corpse, trying to push it out of the door.

However, because he was stuck in the iron gate when he slid off, Humphrey was momentarily unable to push it open.