"Ah, here they are." Kael brought his hand to his head and narrowed his eyes, seeing a big group of people standing in front of a large gate.
"I bought a new pickaxe. Watch me get all those sweet minerals!"
"You're talking like a good slave to Uldor, aren't you?"
"Who cares about a pickaxe if you can't even protect your body? Always have a good outfit or even armor in case something wrong happens."
"I don't care… I just want enough points to cure myself. It's becoming worse every day…"
The people in front of the gate were obviously prisoners, chatting casually in front of the gate.
They had various items, from weapons to backpacks and potions. But they all shared wearing masks or enchanted helmets and wielding a pickaxe or anything that could work in a similar way.
That was the base floor of the prison. It was where the gate to the outside was located.
It also had a guy at the side who sold items to prisoners, using a point system.
