*** More Days Pass
Once again, nothing. No movement from the creature in the mine, and no signs of elven activity. It wasn't like we were slacking, either—I kept watch from time to time for anything suspicious, and every time, there was nothing.
If trouble did show up, we'd notice. Elves might have centuries of experience, but in a city like this—where most of the power was crammed into the center—anyone out of place stuck out like a sore thumb.
Even the slightest bit of magical strength was enough to make them stand out to the two of us.
But for now? Still nothing.
"Don't slack off—move it!"
I shouted, overseeing the reconstruction of an entire street. Evelina's business ventures were, frankly, ridiculous in how well they were doing.
She bought ingredients from the outer district dirt-cheap, dug up citizens who knew how to cook—literally using old census records—and then sold the finished goods to the inner district at a high markup.
