"They're doing even better than I imagined."
Speaking of which, Jos couldn't help but sing their praises.
"Lord Levi, I know the Great Monks would condemn me for saying this, but I have to admit, these people are natural-born slaves. It's no wonder their entire race is enslaved in the Persian Gulf Empire."
They ate more than the Goblins and Kobolds, but they certainly worked faster and harder. The most critical reason, however, was the need for a Cowhide Whip soaked in saltwater.
'So they're good at everything, huh...' the Lord muttered. He hadn't expected that on top of picking cotton, these Black People would also be expert miners. It was quite a surprise.
As they walked into the Iron Ore Camp, the full scope of the iron mine unfolded before them.
The winding valley looked like a wound carved open by a Giant Axe. As far as the eye could see, thousands of vine-woven helmets swarmed over the ore deposits, like a colony of black ants gnawing at the earth.
