The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

As night falls, the summer night sky is naturally filled with the most stars, and a bright moon casts a faint silver glow.

On this quiet night, a solitary figure was reflected in a room inside a manor. It was a man, his eyes revealing a hint of loneliness and an indescribable determination.

He gently placed a bottle of wheat wine on the table. The condensed water droplets on the bottle sparkled in the light.

It was his favorite beer in his adventurous life. He carefully opened the cork, and a rich malt aroma immediately spread, filling the entire room. He picked up two wooden barrel glasses and filled them. Then he prepared a lot of food, all of which were common foods.

He sat down, tapping the table with his fingers, his eyes drifting out the window from time to time, as if waiting for something.

Time passed little by little...

"Hey! How did you know I would come? The windows are all open outwards. I don't think I told you I would come."

A man jumped in through the window easily, and although the guards at the door were still patrolling, they were completely unaware of his whereabouts.

"Wow, isn't this the kind of wheat beer I often drink in the guild? You specially collected some back? Haha! The aroma of wheat is really pleasant! Aren't you afraid that if I don't come today, these things will be prepared in vain?" Akzan drank a large glass of beer on the table in one breath and burped with satisfaction.

"Hmm, I think it's about time you arrived. After all, you said you would come, so you won't break your promise."

Xiang Mingri smiled in response, picking up a beer and unlike Akjan, he just took a sip gracefully.

"Another bottle?" Xiang Mingri casually placed the whole bottle of wine on the table.

"Thank you. One glass isn't enough in this weather." Akzhan accepted the wine and nodded with satisfaction. "This barbecue tastes good. What kind of meat is it?"

"Theresa's braised pork."

"She can do this?" Akzan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes, she thought those people's cooking was always not up to par, so she decided to teach herself. She also wasted a lot of my meat, saying it would be deducted from my salary. I even saved some for you, otherwise she would have eaten it all."

"That girl can eat a lot, but the strange thing is, she never gets fat no matter how much she eats. I guess all that food goes into brain power."

"You came here just to tell me this?" Xiang Mingri tapped the table with his fingers, his golden eyes fixed on Akzhan.

"Of course not. It's too hot outside, I just want to rest for a while. Where is she now?"

"Miss Theresa, you should rest quietly in my sister's room."

......

hey!

Theresa swung the pickaxe with all her might, and every impact felt like a blow to her heart.

The sounds of "bang! bang! bang!" were particularly harsh in the mine.

Coal continued to fall as she dug. She picked up these precious black gems one by one and put them into the basket behind her. The basket contained more and more coal. Coal was the only thing she knew.

I'm knocking on you! Why do you have to endure this torture in the middle of the night?

If she had known this earlier, she should have stayed in bed and slept soundly until dawn.

It’s all the fault of the black hand!

Blackhand: ???

It's all because it's hungry, otherwise it wouldn't come out, let alone come here to mine!

Theresa gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead. When the back of her hand brushed across her cheek, it left a series of black marks.

It would have been nice to have a towel earlier, at least to wipe the sweat off her face in this mine. She was so focused on putting on her work clothes that she ignored the fact that the material was not breathable.

She put down the pickaxe in her hand, leaned lightly against the rough rock wall, and kept pulling at her collar, hoping to catch a hint of cool breeze.

For her, such labor was just a formality and there was no need to take it too seriously. After all, she was not sent out to mine.

For those real miners, this is their life day after day, year after year. Their sweat soaks the land and creates countless dawns and dusks.

Theresa discovered that only this area seemed to have slightly better air circulation and was cooler, so she decided to make a mark there.

So, she used coal to draw a deep black circle on the stone wall. Bored, she added several sharp triangles around the circle.

"Do you feel the passion for digging? Seeing how dirty your white hair is, it seems you feel it."

Frank walked towards her, his half-naked upper body revealing his strong muscles, he held an iron pickaxe tightly in his hand, and behind him was a large basket of heavy ore.

He is not tall, but his muscles are extremely well-developed, giving people a strong visual impact.

"If only your father were here, we could compete again to see who could dig higher quality and more ore. I remember back in the First Mining District, we were always arguing with each other. As fate would have it, he married the mine owner's daughter and became the heir to the Fourth Mining District. Then, after your brother and you were born, he stopped mining and, I heard, pursued a life as an adventurer."

Frank sat down next to Theresa. His ore bonus was already generous enough, so there was no need to work so hard. He seemed to miss the days he spent with Xiang Mingri's father.

"It seems that the fourth mining area is the best choice. I heard that there was a collapse in the third mining area, and some workers had to move here. You should learn more about the mines. Maybe this place will be yours in the future. As for your brother, he will definitely not compete with you. He has always liked you so much."

Yes, Theresa had already sensed Xiang Mingri's sister-con nature, and he tried his best to control the urge to touch her hair.

If you want to touch it, just touch it. After all, Boss Xiang Mingri’s family background sounds too pitiful.

"Why did you dig up a basket of coal? After all these years, is all you can do now? If the goddess Astra knew there was a girl underground who only painted her portrait, she would probably be very happy. Oh, I have collected many stories about her over the years, and I know you would like to hear them."

Frank kept talking, his voice like a lullaby, making Theresa yawn uncontrollably.

How would Goddess Astra react if she knew that Sunflower not only liked to paint her portrait, but also liked to collect her erotic pictures?

Perhaps she would be surprised and confused, but as a god, she probably wouldn't care too much about the preferences of mortals.

"Strange, aren't you the one who loves to listen to these stories? Why aren't you interested this time?"

Frank didn't seem to notice Theresa's fatigue and continued, "Then this might interest you. I'll buy all the ore you dig, no matter how much. That way, you don't have to sell your paintings to buy paint."

Hearing these words, the sleepyhead disappeared without a trace.

Theresa stood up excitedly, threw the pickaxe next to her over her left shoulder, raised the corner of her mouth, and gave a thumbs-up with her right hand.

Unlimited? I won't be sleepy anymore if you say that!

"You're so energetic now? You're such a money-grubber. Your family is so wealthy, yet you insist on being self-reliant. Wait here for a moment. I'll bring these to the surface, and then I'll take you to the depths to find some better ones."

Frank stood up, a basket of ore hanging on each shoulder.

After the dwarf uncle left, Theresa started a new round of mining experience.

Since her basket had been taken away, she could only pile the ore she dug up.

In this place, coal may not be valuable. After all, everyone in Rihe City uses electric lights. Perhaps only the dwarf workshops will have a greater demand for it.

Thinking of this, Theresa secretly thought that she would go and discuss with Grandpa Tidarson about selling all the coal to them.

Theresa stood on the pile of ore, unscrewed the bottle cap with force, tilted her head back and drank the water in the bottle in big gulps.

The only advantage is the strong ability to adapt and quickly accept reality.

At this moment, a miner who was returning with a full load passed by Theresa and was accidentally tripped by the coal blocks she had piled up, but he quickly steadied himself and hurried away, not noticing that some of his ore had been scattered.

"Hey!"

Theresa quickly called out to the miner, but the miner did not stop. Instead, he quickened his pace and left.

Seriously, this is all money.

As she spoke, she walked towards the pile of abandoned ore.

She squatted down, carefully picked up the ore piece by piece, and gently placed it aside.

If the miner doesn't come looking for it, then just assume that you picked it up yourself. You can't just ignore it. Besides, there should be some common minerals in there.

At this moment, Theresa suddenly discovered a unique piece of ore.

It is larger than other minerals and has a bright red color.

Theresa picked up the ore curiously and examined it carefully in her hands.

Heavy, the ore exudes a unique smell, like the smell of gunpowder.

"Your Uncle Frank is back. Let's go to the middle section. Remember to load all the ore in. There's an unwritten rule here: if you drop something and don't pick it up in time, it won't be available for others to pick up. It looks like you're the lucky one."

Frank bent down, picked up a piece of ore from the ground, and examined it carefully in his hand.

"It's not a precious mineral. No wonder you didn't come back to look for it. The fire whistle stone in your hand is more useful. If it is used with explosives, its power will be even greater." Frank said.

Then, Frank took Theresa to the middle part of the second floor, where there were obviously more miners.

"Just dig a little here. Here! Towel, I'll go talk to the others."

As Frank spoke, he handed Theresa a towel and turned to chat with other miners.

Theresa held the towel and looked at Frank's departing back helplessly.

Will Frank adopt this kind of free-range education approach towards his own children in the future?

The temperature in the mine was really stuffy, and coupled with the strong odor of sweat emanating from people, Theresa couldn't stand it, and the idea of ​​making money was also discouraged.

She shook her head helplessly, found a corner where there were not many people around, picked up a pickaxe and started smashing the wall.

What she never expected was that this hit actually knocked down the entire wall.

"Cough cough cough..."

The dust that was raised instantly buried Theresa in it. She coughed uncomfortably and hurriedly waved away the dust in front of her eyes.

What on earth had happened? When the dust settled, Theresa took a closer look and was stunned.

There are many fire sentinel stones hidden behind this wall.

Could this be the hometown of the Fire Sentinel Stone?

"Drip... drip..." A faint sound came into Theresa's ears.

She rummaged through a pile of fire stones and found the thing that made the sound.

It was a ball-like object that kept making a "sizzling" sound.

What is this? Why is it making a sound? Is it some kind of mineral? I've never heard of a mineral that makes a sound...

Theresa was very curious. She picked up the spherical object, placed it in her palm, and observed it carefully.

There's a tangled string here... and this strange noise... inside the fire-whistle stone pile.

It's dynamite!

Theresa didn't have time to think about why the explosives appeared here, and threw them directly into the open space.

The explosion of the explosives seemed to be quite fast, as if the timer would start once they were discovered.

"Bang!" A huge explosion sounded, shaking the entire mine.

Theresa was shocked and fell to the ground, her ears buzzing. The light shield around her blocked most of the damage, but it was a pity that her sleeves were burned.

If the fire sentinel stones were added, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Frank rushed over after hearing the noise and was shocked by the scene.

"Sunflower! Are you okay?" He helped Theresa up and asked with concern.

Theresa scrambled to her feet, still terrified. Fortunately, she reacted quickly...

"What the hell is going on? Why are there explosives here? No one informed me that there would be a bombing today?

Frank frowned, his face was serious, and his eyes revealed his worry about the current situation.

Blasting mines is a dangerous and important job, often used to expand mining areas or open new passages, but such operations must go through a strict registration process.

Frank did not receive any notification about today's explosion.

In other words, someone is playing tricks!

He couldn't help but think of a series of recent events, especially the problems raised by the miners in the Fourth Mining Area.

While talking to the miners at the fourth mining area, Frank heard about Xiang Mingri's mismanagement of the mine and the collapse of the third mining area. This news aroused his vigilance and he decided to personally intervene to investigate and improve the situation.

At this moment, Frank suddenly noticed something strange. When he went to find the relevant personnel to inquire about the situation, he found that most of the people on this floor were familiar faces to him.

The strange miners seemed to have disappeared long ago, as if they knew what was going to happen here in advance.

"Boom!!!"