Suddenly,
"Di-di-di, di-di-di—"
Not far away, a storage locker was lit with indicator lights, and an alert tone sounded continuously.
Another message?
Orange quickly glanced over, "Locker number 17, from Mine 04, the one that mainly produces Sharp Crystals."
The three of them continued to fetch their keys, swiped them, and the storage locker opened accordingly.
Orange took out a communication device that looked like a Treasure Bead.
Misha carried on transmitting messages using the Web of Spirit.
At this moment,
"Di-di-di—"
"Di-di-di—"
Another alert tone went off, this time much more urgent.
Two alert tones overlapped.
"Locker number 11, from the Meditation Statue Camp."
"Locker number 21, from the Cat People Tribe's number nine mining zone."
"This, this, why all of a sudden..."
Under normal circumstances, the messenger area wouldn't receive many messages in an entire day.
Orange had even complained that the work was too simple and couldn't shine like others.
