It's been three hours since Fredrick and Cabrera had begun mining Mithril.
With their combined strength, they had managed to mine out eighty-eight percent of the Mithril present.
At this moment, Fredrick decided that what remained was just enough for one set of armor and maybe a few weapons.
They didn't want their enemies getting stronger, so leaving the bare minimum was only right. Plus, with this, Ezra would be able to sow seeds of discord between the royals and the great nobles that lived close by.
Beside Fredrick, Cabrera stood with his back to the wall, panting.
"Rest for a little while" Fredrick spoke, before sitting down on the flat ground beside Cabrera.
Mining had definitely taken a toll on them both.
But their faces were all smiles, and it didn't take long for them to fall asleep.
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At the same time, the party of Nightshade guilders had just arrived at the outpost.
