Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

“Developing mines there?”

“Weren’t those veins exhausted a long time ago?”

“Still, it’s Young Master’s undertaking.”

“When have you ever seen the Young Master be wrong?”

“Well, sometimes…”

“Quiet. If told to dig, you dig. Hurry up!”

The reaction of the MacLaine estate was swift.

Without any of the resistance one might expect from other territories, everyone moved busily.

The recently revived Human Market of Harun welcomed the arrival of this enormous player.

Exactly 152 dwarves, over 5,000 laborers, 3,000 soldiers, and 100 knights with their massive supply of food and construction materials arrived at the abandoned mine area within just a month of Logan sending a message to the estate.

Clank. Clank.

Drumming sounds.

Boom.

“We’re here! Everyone down!”

The small and sturdy dwarves who had been transported in a cage-lined wagon finally lifted their heads at the sound.

Their lifeless eyes darkened further as they viewed the desolate landscape around them.

Countless dwarves disembarked from the 20 wagons.

One might expect them to be glad to see their kin, yet there was hardly any conversation among them.

Over 150 dwarves were simultaneously bought and brought to this bleak environment by a new master.

‘What does he intend to have us do?’

It was a common thought among most dwarves, who could only repeat grim imaginations.

Yet the atmosphere began to change with the appearance of a short-statured fellow dwarf from among the human soldiers.

“Welcome, kin. I am called Hamar, and I will be in charge of overseeing everyone here.”

“A dwarf?”

“Seems even the humans recognize his authority.”

“Could he be a chief?”

Murmurs filled the air.

The sight of a free dwarf with no shackles or handcuffs, moving freely and commanding human soldiers, left a strong impression on the other slave-born dwarves.

And the speech that Hamar began left a significant ripple in their hearts.

“This land is the territory of the Grandia Kingdom’s MacLaine family, and the lord of MacLaine has promised to send us dwarves back to the mountains as free beings after completing 20 years of labor. Of course, throughout that period, housing and food will be provided at the highest quality.”

“Could it be true?”

“Still, how can we trust humans.”

“But looking at that dwarf…”

Murmurs continued.

A familiar déjà vu for the six dwarves remaining in MacLaine town.

However, with more than 150 dwarves this time, the place quickly became noisy like a marketplace.

At that, the dwarf out front struck a soldier’s shield repeatedly with his hammer, regaining control of the atmosphere.

“Everyone, attention!”

Bang. Bang. Bang!

“I confirmed everything with the master of these lands, even writing a magic contract. You can trust his word.”

All dwarf eyes converged at that moment.

“If we show sufficient results, the period may even be shortened. And this place will soon be developed into the kingdom’s largest mining city, forging a path for our safety and freedom.”

“Did you say your name was Hamar, sir? I have a question.”

“Ask anything you want. But who are you?”

“I carry the bloodline of the Red Mountain clan, known as Geommaru.”

“Oh, that’s an unusual name. Indeed, the Red Mountain clan has always been so. Speak your mind.”

“Will more of our kin continue to arrive here?”

“Yes. The lord has already arranged workshops for other dwarves besides me on the mainland, and their treatment is incredibly generous. He has promised to continue to bring our kin here.”

With that, the atmosphere centered around the questioning red-bearded dwarf rapidly changed.

“Good. Then what shall we start with?”

By now, there were almost no doubters among the dwarves.

As a race that values honesty and diligence, they would not speak falsehoods to their kind.

Reading the mood, Hamar welcomed his new subordinates with open arms and a soft smile.

“Let’s begin with constructing workshops and our residential facilities. We have plenty of materials.”

“Understood!”

The previously lifeless eyes of the dwarves lit up as if by magic, and they began to move their short limbs vigorously.

Watching them, Hamar nodded his head repeatedly in satisfaction.

However, unfortunately for them,

‘This is why the master keeps swindling.’

One particular dwarf, who once held honesty and diligence as his creed, had long been corrupted.

In no time, the desolate abandoned mines of the Taren region transformed into a bustling construction site.

“Hey, there! Carry that carefully! Someone’s passing by!”

“Build your homes first! The tunnels come next. You think this is a day or two’s work?!”

“Use the materials freely! More will come! Hey, there, be careful! Ah, darn it! I told you, careful!”

Chatter and clamor.

Thud and hammering.

Dwarves giving orders to human laborers, an unusual sight, reverberated around the hills and old mining areas, all the way down to the ancient foundation below.

Logan, watching this scene with contentment, lifted his crystal orb.

“How is it?”

[It seems you really intend to rebuild the mining city. Was there any vein left?]

His master, whose white hair seemed to have notably increased recently, appeared curious within the communication orb.

“Yes. There is, which is why I’m doing all this. How does His Majesty react?”

[…Isn’t he taking your calls again?]

“…I haven’t felt the need to contact him lately.”

Following his master’s advice, Logan had decided to not concern himself too much with the central authority.

The possibility of an event major enough to deviate from his own will seemed unlikely, especially with a craftsman and master like him around.

Yet, a word from his master’s statement struck Logan’s mind.

“What do you mean by ‘again’?”

[Hem, never mind. It’s nothing for you to worry about. I will handle it. Anyhow, His Majesty seems favorable about it. Still, considering the royal treasury is tight and the MacLaine’s are wealthy, he’s reluctant to provide any aid.]

Logan’s eyes narrowed at those words.