Chapter 312: First Encounter

Hammers Mining Area, Mine No. 3.

Four hundred meters underground, the steam engine roared and several strong miners used machines to dig the ore layer.

"Zi"

The drill bit seemed to have touched some hard stone and began to shake and spin violently.

The miners controlling the machines didn't care. The ore layers were often mixed with rocks, and the drill could smash those obstacles into pieces as long as they used a little more force.

"Yeah," he gritted his teeth, held the machine and pushed it forward.

The drill bit suddenly tilted and slipped to the side.

Seeing that he was about to hit the rock formation in front, the miner pressed the emergency button at hand in time to stop the machine.

"Bang", the machine fell heavily to the ground, fortunately no one was injured.

When the miners who were helping out at the back saw this, they rushed forward to support the miner operating the machine.

"Johnson, did you go and fool around with the bartender again after you went down the mines yesterday? Look how weak your legs are."

"Haha." The other miners also laughed knowingly.

"Asshole, you keep making sarcastic remarks. I drank a few glasses of beer last night and went back to bed."

"Yes, yes, we understand." The small and cramped mine was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

“Shit!”

Johnson, who was supported, stood up cursing, patted the ore layer in front of him, and said seriously:

"There's something inside. I can feel it. It's not rock, but like a solid steel plate."

Seeing his serious expression, the others stopped joking and picked up the pickaxes behind them:

"Let's dig it up ourselves. Johnson, stand back."

The profession of miner is not very safe. Everyone risks their lives to earn money. Several people work in a group and daily wages are paid according to the amount of ore mined.

Time is money. Wasting time will result in less mining and less money, so everyone started digging with pickaxes without delay.

The pickaxe would occasionally hit hard objects, making a sound of metal clashing.

After an unknown amount of time, a black rectangular metal box finally appeared, about one meter high, two meters wide and three meters long.

On the outside of the box, you can vaguely see a pattern with thick lines.

One miner spat and said, "What the hell? Who buried a coffin this deep?"

When the others heard this and took a closer look, they all felt that it was unlucky.

The shape of this metal box does resemble a coffin, but it is larger in size, so no one thought of it that way just now.

"How could there be a coffin in such a deep place?"

Johnson kicked the metal box and felt his foot hurt. "Ouch."

When he bent down to cover his feet, he felt something shining in the mine tunnel he had just excavated.

He took out a small pickaxe and started swinging it.

The surface of the metal box was pitted and severely deformed. One corner was broken and something like solidified resin was flowing out.

"What a waste of time. Do you think I can get money for this?"

"I don't know if this box can be exchanged for money, but I know that we guys really got it!"

Johnson held up a piece of white stone that he had just knocked down and said excitedly: "What is this kind of stone called? Damn, I can't remember it for the moment.

I remember that there was always a reward posted in the mining area, specifically asking for this kind of stone.

Look guys, this is a big piece, it definitely meets your requirements!"

"What is that? Let me see!"

Hearing Johnson's voice trembling with excessive excitement, everyone else's attention was drawn to it, and they all came forward to check out the stone he was talking about.

The stone is translucent white and slightly cool to the touch.

"I remember now," a miner with curly grey hair shouted, "This is Hanyu. The reward is at least a thousand gold coins!"

The bounty issued by Crown has always been hung in the most conspicuous position in the mining area. The bounty is in gold coins because the gold spirit coins are of little use to the miners.

"We're rich now! We don't have to work in the mines anymore."

"Haha, I'm tired of risking my life to make money. I'm going to start a small business when I get out."

"Let's get this rock out first," Johansen shouted.

"Yes, yes, be gentle. This thing will be worthless if it is broken."

The miners carefully peeled out the stones, which were as big as buckets.

Johnson waved his hand and said in high spirits, "Let's go up and claim our reward."

"Should we also get this metal box up there? It might contain rare metals and be worth a lot of gold coins."

"Pry it open and see what's inside."

Several miners pried open the box through the gap and saw a strange humanoid creature lying inside, filled with a pale yellow solution.

The creature had no skin and looked bloody like a skinned frog.

It has two pairs of arms, black bat-like wings behind it, and a bulging belly, as if something is pregnant inside.

"vomit"

"Oh my god, we did a stupid thing, close the lid."

Johnson covered his nose tightly. Although there was no strange smell, he gestured on his chest and prayed softly: "May the Lord of Fire protect us."

“Bang.”

The others worked together to seal the heavy lid again.

"Is this box staying here?"

"Of course, no matter how valuable this thing is, it won't sell for many gold coins. Let the guys who do our work make a little money.

If we carry it up, what if those masters think we are unlucky and deduct our gold coins? ! "

Johnson picked up the rough stone and shouted, "Let's go and collect the reward. I'll treat you tonight. Don't leave the Elk Tavern until you're drunk."

He felt like he had endless strength, and the heavy stones seemed to have become much lighter.

A few people left laughing, and the mine was pitch black. Not long after, the lid of the box moved, revealing a gap as big as a finger.

After a while, hurried footsteps were heard in the mine tunnel.

"It's almost there. Those bastards of Johnson's got some luck, they actually dug up a piece of cold jade, maybe there's more nearby, I can make some money too."

Dai Si is less than forty years old, but his face is so weathered that people would believe he is fifty.

He squandered all the money he earned from working in the mines when he was young, spending it all month long and never thinking about his future.

This year, Ji Jianzhang's health has been failing, and he has been thinking about how to make a fortune.

He accidentally saw Johnson and others going to collect the reward, and he became interested, so he ran over to try his luck.

Holding the oil lamp, Dais first saw the metal box. He knocked on it with his pickaxe, strode over, walked to the deepest part of the mine, and started working with a grunt.

An hour later, he threw away the pickaxe, cursed, picked up the oil lamp and returned to the box.

Although the cold jade was not found, there may be some gains here.

Although he understood that since this thing was left behind by someone else, it had obviously been looted, he still held on to the possibility of a possible loss.

He saw a crack in the box and picked up a pickaxe to pry it open: "What if those guys don't know what's good?"

Before he could finish his words, a ball of liquid spurted out of the box and accurately into his mouth.

"Ugh," Dai Si felt the taste of blood surging in his mouth. He grabbed his neck and tried desperately to vomit it out, but a little bit of it was still swallowed.

Not long after, Dais suddenly stood up, like a puppet, picked up the oil lamp and left the mine . . . .

At 10 Golden Oak Street is a complex of red villas, which is the private residence of the Archbishop of Flanders.

"Crown, you are here! These are members of our McLean family.

I should have hosted you personally, but I've been too busy lately, so I have to ask you for help.

You are all young people and have common topics. "

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When Flanders saw Clown being brought into the living room by the butler, he stood up to greet him and said with a smile, "Let me introduce you first. This is Purinton, the strongest of the younger generation of the McLean family, a silver-rank knight."

Plimpton has a healthy wheat-colored complexion, her long golden hair is simply tied behind her head, and her eyes are clear and gentle.

If it weren't for the visible beard on his lips, he would definitely be mistaken for a woman.

He retracted his scrutinizing gaze, bowed slightly, and said gently: "Sir Crown, it's a pleasure to meet you. May the light of the Moon God soothe your dreams."

When he set out from the Kingdom of Budamia, he was told that he had two main tasks on this trip. One was to investigate the feasibility of establishing a family branch in the Kingdom of Farouk, and the other was to find out whether the extraordinary person from the Church of the Lord of Fire in front of him was qualified to marry into the family.

When the other party just entered the living room, he noticed that the light of the other party's soul was like a bright moon in the sky, and that breath gave people a feeling like a spring breeze.

"He is indeed a strong man of the Silver Rank, and he is even younger than me. He is worth making friends with."

Clown was a little stunned. Moon Goddess?

The McLean family has more than one faith. In this case, will family members fight over religious issues when they get along with each other? !

However, these are the other family's family affairs and it is not his turn to worry about them.

"Mr. Plimpton, it's a pleasure to meet you. May the light of the Lord of Fire illuminate your way forward."

Flanders seemed to have seen through Clown's thoughts and explained, "Most members of the McLean family believe in the Moon God, but they do not forbid members from believing in other gods."

He pointed at the beautiful woman with silver hair accessories beside Purinton and said, "This is Miss Eliza, and she is also a third-level extraordinary person."

Eliza has curved eyebrows, bright eyes, platinum hair and silver hair accessories, which makes her look particularly pleasing to the eye.

She glanced at Purinton covertly, and he nodded imperceptibly.

Then she smiled and said softly, "Mr. Crown, nice to meet you. May the light of the Moon soothe your dreams."

After saying that, she gently stretched out her right hand.

She had just confirmed with her brother whether Clown was of the silver rank, and she felt relieved after receiving a positive answer.

When they came to Rhine City, the family had already informed them of the whole story. Among the family's direct members, only two women met the requirements.

The other person's appearance was not particularly outstanding, mainly because of his hooked nose which ruined the overall beauty, but he was still considered to be of above-average appearance.

"Ms. Eliza, nice to meet you. May the light of the Lord of Fire illuminate your path forward."

Clown bent over, lifted up the woman's wrist which was covered with a white gauze glove, and touched the back of her hand with his lips. A faint fragrance rushed into his nose.

"The last one is Freya, a third-level knight."

Freya had a delicate appearance, but she was like an iceberg beauty, and her words were cold and distant: "Sir, nice to meet you."

Clown also responded calmly: "Nice to meet you."

"Haha, Sister Freya is not talkative, please don't misunderstand." Plimpton came out to smooth things over.

Crown shrugged indifferently.

Flanders glanced at Freya calmly and said:

“I have some church business to attend to, so I’ll show them around today.

Rhine City is not as prosperous as the city where they live, but it also has its own characteristics. "

The archbishop blinked his right eye and patted Crown's shoulder meaningfully.

Klauen nodded slightly: "No problem."

. . . .

Comrade Crown is definitely not qualified as a receptionist.

He hadn't even visited Rhine City seriously, so how could he be a qualified guide? But he knew one thing: if he couldn't find fun places, he would find delicious food.

So he took the McLean family to visit several famous pubs and taste their specialties.

In the evening, when he was sending the guests back, he was called into the study by Flanders alone.

The archbishop poured him a glass of red wine and asked straight to the point:

"Do you like any of these two girls?"

Clown laughed. He took the wine glass and took a sip. He said, "I didn't expect the archbishop to have a hobby of being a matchmaker."

Flanders pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down and talk."

He sat comfortably on the sofa and leaned back against it: "Let me first talk about the history of our family."

The archbishop opened his mouth slowly and told the family history.

Restero, the ancestor of the McLean family, was a sixth-rank silver warrior who had followed the Moon God. He was only one step away from igniting the divine fire and achieving the stigmata level, becoming a supreme god.

But he was ultimately unable to take the first step, and ended up becoming a heroic warrior of the Moon Goddess.

Fortunately, Restero had a son in his later years, who inherited his Silver Peak bloodline.

Although this bloodline is not as good as the bloodline of gods, it can be passed down, and the McLean family has become a silver family on the continent.

The family members are united, and many strong people are born among their descendants. In addition, the family members are good at business, and now they have become one of the top families in the continent, even more prosperous than the Golden Family which has the blood of gods.

When Flanders finished telling the family history, a few empty wine bottles were left on the coffee table.

"I am optimistic about your future. I was the one who proposed the marriage. To be honest, if I had a daughter of the right age, I would definitely be willing to marry her to you.

The world may seem calm right now, but we all know that this is just the eerie calm before the storm.

I think you have the potential to reach higher levels, and the McLean family will be your support, and we can help each other in the future.

Besides, you should also consider your own marriage. Don't you want the Moya family to continue? If you like a girl, tell me, don't be shy. The dowry of the McLean family will save you many years of hard work!"

"Judging from her looks alone, she's fine."

Clown grinned. The other family had good genes and both women were pleasing to the eye.

It wasn't love at first sight, but he definitely didn't dislike her. Of course, he preferred the lively Eliza.

Although Freya was more beautiful, she was too cold and he had no interest in conquering this icy beauty.

(End of this chapter)