CH 59

Miners in the iron mine (1)

Master of iron mines.

On the first day they got Jacob's permission to start working, the miners were displeased when they heard the news.

"Dmitry's master says he works in the iron mine from today?"

"Roman Dmitry? Why?

"Why, I don't know. If I said it was work for sure, I would just pretend to do it roughly."

No one responded positively.

It was natural.

If it wasn't for a worker who provided real labor, Roman's existence itself could not help but be inconvenient.

Not an ordinary person, he is Dmitry's eldest son.

They are the heirs of the family they serve, so how can they work comfortably?

In a clearly anticipated situation, the miners expressed their dissatisfaction with each other.

Especially.

Morkan, a veteran miner, reacted particularly harshly.

"Lord Dmitry has lost all his senses. It's good to educate my son's successor, but if I was thinking of doing that, I should have done it right away. Until now, only the blacksmiths took care of us, and our miners neglected them. Dmitry's three heirs went to the smithy from an early age and learned to work with iron, but never learned to work in an iron mine. Such an attitude is proof that Lord Dmitry discriminates against us."

"Isn't the leap too harsh?"

"It's an elixir! Dmitry's skeleton is in the iron mines, and it's true that the forge takes all the glory!

Meantime.

Morkan had emotions built up inside him.

Dmitry, which is called the city of mining (鑛業), is clearly made up of miners, and only the blacksmiths who process it are highly valued.

Of course, this is not to say that Baron Romero was completely neglected. Although the miners created a good working environment, they showed a slightly discriminatory attitude with respect to successors.

iron mines and forges.

Both are Dmitry's roots, but I didn't really like the decision to send their successors only to the forge.

"Roman Dmitry must have been forced to do things he didn't want to do, but I don't want to be unconditionally good at it just because I'm Dmitry's master. keep in mind you too The value of what we do is determined by our attitude. So, don't think about bowing your head blindly, and show Roman Dmitry how hard and arduous work in the iron mines is. That way, our story will go up to that point."

Okay.

"Morkan is right. Let's set the example for Dmitry's master.

Hendrick was right.

The exoskeletons of the iron mine.

They did not welcome Roman's existence very much.

* * *

rath.

Roman dressed up and headed to the iron mine.

There was no welcome ceremony for Roman.

Everyone was busy yawning due to lack of sleep, and with a tired face, they put on hard hats to match the heat.

In the iron mines, the scenery was like a normal day.

The people who soon recovered from simple gymnastics followed the orders of the iron mine master, Jacob.

"Always be mindful. Working in the iron mines puts safety first, second safety, and third safety first. We suppressed our fatigue to earn money and came to this iron mine today. We will do our best to ensure that you can return home safely, so I hope you will follow the rules as well."

Yes!

Okay!

After morning checkup.

The miners were busily moving.

Roman thought he was mining iron ore with everyone else, but Jacob called Roman separately and said:

"Master, please follow the transport team and carry the soil and iron ore. It's not meant to be a special favor. Mining of ore cannot be left to a beginner like Master Roman, so you can help even with simple tasks that use your strength. They seem to care about other people's eyes for nothing, and if we get hurt while overdoing it, we get in trouble too. So please, work safely and carefully."

Jacob didn't like Roman either.

I agreed to work because I asked him to do it, but he couldn't hide his anxiety while talking.

Roman obediently followed orders.

here.

As Jacob said, he is just a beginner.

Roman followed the others and reached his destination after a long way down the tunnel.

"Come on, move quickly."

"You're going to have to be diligent to meet your quota."

squeaky quiver.

The seniors began to move the soil and iron ore into the wagon.

Roman silently helped them with their work.

We approached first and moved the soil and iron ore together, and when the cart was full, we dragged it out.

From then on, it was a simple repetition of work.

At first, even those who felt burdened by the fact that they were working with Roman showed that they were concentrating on their main job as soon as Roman concentrated on his work.

'Certainly, the system is well-organized.'

Mining city.

that wasn't a lie.

People quickly carried the constantly pouring soil and iron ore, and they worked separately from those who carried them and those who moved them.

And from the outside, I put what was brought inside and moved it to another place.

The division of work was clear, and as a result of examining the tunnels during work, the safety was not bad.

Steel and wooden posts were erected in various places to form a frame to prevent them from collapsing, and there was a rail on the floor to pull the cart.

decades of years.

It was a place where Dmitry's history was piled up one after another.

While Roman was working, he carefully organized the things he had seen and heard in his head.

'To plan for the future, we need to understand the land we live in. How the people of Dmitry live, how much power Dmitry has, and what I can do on this land. These courses of experiencing Dmitry's daily life will definitely help me.'

experiencing everyday life.

It was Roman's way.

Others may not understand why they do this, but Roman believed that this process was necessary.

The first day couldn't figure out much.

As I was sweating and working, the sun was already setting, and the day in the iron mine passed.

* * *

third day.

Roman heard an explanation of iron ore from a miner.

"The reason dmitrysan iron is in the spotlight is not simply because it is well processed in a forge. Since the quality of the iron ore itself is of the highest level, the people of Cairo recognize the value of iron ore from Dmitry. And Dmitry does not trade iron ore. All iron ore from the iron mine is processed and sold by Dmitry himself. In general, considerable losses occur in the distribution process of obtaining iron ore, but Dmitry is inevitably making a lot of profit as he handles all the mining and processing of iron ore with the manpower of the land. Why don't you call the master's family a great rich man for nothing?

The miner's voice was full of pride.

what he said

It was something I knew at first.

However, after listening to the explanation of the miners working in the field, he realized that the scale might be bigger than he thought.

'The process of obtaining and distributing materials is all solved with the manpower of the land. In addition, with the highest quality iron ore and the premium that Dmitry's blacksmiths processed it, Dmitry's iron received a higher price than others. It's been that way for decades. Dmitry's wealth may be greater than I expected. But Dmitry's wealth is not mine. As the eldest son of the family, there is a limit to the amount of money I can receive, so I have to find what I can do for this land.'

It was like a previous life.

Baek Joong-hyuk.

As the successor of the devil, he used his identity and background to increase his power and eventually ascended to the position of heavenly demon.

It was no different now.

As a successor, he was not just waiting for the falling Congo, but was thinking of finding things that he could receive directly.

To do that, I found an iron mine.

Dmitry's daily life would suggest a solution to Roman, and with the results obtained, Roman intended to create his own 'power'.

something separate from the family.

Although it comes from a family, it is foolish to struggle with your own strength against a great background.

I had a lot of questions.

How many iron ore reserves are there?

What is the daily production?

Roman tried to ask more questions to the miner, but Morkan, who was passing by, looked uncomfortable.

young master. This is not a place for small talk. If you want to work, do it, if you don't want to work, don't disturb others. We have to work diligently to meet our daily quota."

"Great."

At Morkan's point.

The miner who was talking to Roman went away with a bewildered face.

Morkan looked at Roman with his eyes wide open, as if he thought Roman would get angry.

By the way.

I'm sorry. Let me focus on my work."

Roman took a step back.

Was it because the reaction was different than expected?

Watching Roman concentrate on his work again, Morkan could not take his eyes off Roman for a while.

* * *

It's been a week since I started working.

Sweat profusely every day.

Roman worked side by side with Dmitry's miners, seeing and hearing many things along the way.

nevertheless.

still not enough

In fact, it was a problem that could be solved by talking to other miners, but no one was willing to approach him.

'Is this the territoriality of the floor?'

from the first day.

Roman knew he was being rejected.

The miners deliberately tried to stay away from Roman, and even a few words of conversation were interrupted, as Morkan pointed out, by those around them.

I didn't bother to find out if it was territoriality or if there was any other special reason.

No matter how their hometown was, if they dared to reject Dmitry's successor in Dmitry's land, I thought that it would not be a problem to be resolved through dialogue in the first place.

just.

endured

Because I came in first because I wanted to work.

Roman was the successor and chose to work cooperatively with his head bowed rather than a stiff neck.

beep.

"It is lunch time. Everyone get out!"

Rest was like a sword.

As Baron Romero was from common people, he understood the difficulties of the workers, and provided perfect guarantees for rest and work.

At the sound of a break, people stopped what they were doing and went out immediately.

So was Roman.

Instead of eating the luxurious food I had at home, I sat down on the dirt floor as if nothing was wrong and filled my stomach with thick bread and soup.

At first, everyone looked at it like it was strange.

Even though it was a rather barren food for a noble master to eat, Roman ate them all without a single expression on his face.

'This is enough.'

in a previous life.

Roman experienced even worse situations.

In the training of the devil, they were trained to endure a month without food, called the ordeal of a devil, and in the process, they ate everything they could eat, regardless of insects and snakes.

Bread and Soup? There was nothing like this to fill my stomach in moderation.

Roman shoved the food into his mouth, and before he knew it, the soup was exposed.

That was then.

While we were eating almost everything, someone sat down in front of Roman.

"Can I ask you just one question?"

he's right

It was Morcan.

Roman nodded.

Morkan, who had been looking at Roman with dissatisfied eyes all week, asked a personal question for the first time.

"Now I know the truth of the master. By the way, why are you working here?"

last few days.

Morkan had to admit that Roman was a different person than he thought.