Lyrian got quick to work, being dragged around to various places to help with smaller chores that people needed him for.
He dragged more carriages, loaded a bunch of dark rock from the mountain onto other carriages, helps clean areas for more digging and more.
'These people work oddly hard for being forced to do this as slaves.' Lyrian curiously mused to himself in the midst of his work.
'But then again...' His face turned to look at a large wooden post set up in the middle of the worksite.
On top of this post was a man in a Black Petal Sect uniform who also carried a whip in his hands.
The whip was long, reaching over 100 feet in all directions of him.
This man dared to show his ugly face, revealing a slightly fat, dirty temple.
'I guess they will get beaten if they appear not to be working.' Lyrian finished his train of thought.
"Oi, brat!" A man in his mid-forties called out from afar, spotting Lyrian in the crowd.
