Chapter 1: The basement part 1

The basement Part 1

Bum Bum bum…

Sound and sound of crackling thumps echoed along a dark, funereal tunnel.
Butt…

"Tsk"
"Damn! I hate this smell and this hellish heat"


A burly, ragged figure lurked in the darkness of this tunnel, his countenance was in a deplorable state and his scowl was clearly visible.

The only items that made him stand out in this tunnel filled with darkness were a worn-out light bulb and his key ring with many keys.

His name was Bartholomew, but many knew him only as the old man of the mine, his nickname lived up to his position as superintendent of the sector of the great state mine of his country, the Kingdom of Ohan. Of course, 
he knew full well that his name was pretty for his rank, but there was nothing noble about his dirty work and it was to inspect and punish the diggers of this dark little hell.


"I have to hurry and get there soon before these bastards kill some more, sadistic fucking military."


Bartolomeu spat on the ground as he increased his steps in the narrow galleries of the mine.


Bum Bum bum…

At the sound of the countless thumps, he crept deeper and deeper into complete darkness.

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He knew his absence would be a headache later on if he lost a few more diggers under his tutelage, not because he cared or because the kingdom would miss its beloved subjects, 
his problems would come from planning the kingdom's expansion. mine and all cheap and submissive labor was valuable to a kingdom that was in total decline.

Bart didn't know why the kingdom's rulers were so committed to the sole purpose of excavating their largest and oldest mine in the kingdom.

But he knew well that this goal was a goal of the highest degree of internal and external security.

He had heard from military and aristocrats that the Kingdom of Ohan was crippling and even asking for a deal with its greatest enemy, the kingdom of Extheryu. 
A conflict that had lasted for years and intensified more and more was now being handled sparingly.

As Bartholomew pondered whether this was hearsay or true, he finally reached his
 post and that's when he heard the screams of grown men and the voices of crying children.
Bartolomeu didn't wait and accelerated his steps even more towards the door of the room where the voices came from.

"Damn brat, I'm going to rip your guts out!"

“Major Paulus!”


The entire scene Bartholomew saw in his eyes was a middle-aged man in a shabby, 
sweaty uniform holding a large knife in his right hand and a thin, dirty child in his left.

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