“Koko! Koko!”

Alfoi, looking as pale as a ghost, ran around searching for Koko.

Eventually, he found a group of dwarves drinking with Cain nearby.

“Ah, this is delicious. It must be because it’s been so long since I had meat,” Cain said contentedly as he tore into a drumstick, the chicken roasting to a golden-brown over the campfire.

Cain, recently promoted to oversee a team of 50 laborers due to his skill, was in high spirits. Although he had once been dragged here to dig tunnels against his will, he had adjusted over time and even started to take …