A group of people walked through the staff dormitory and the warehouse where the coal was stored, and finally arrived at the coal production area.
Kant stood on the high ground, looking down at the entire mine.
All the workers are busy in and out: some are responsible for mining with machines, some are responsible for measuring, and some are responsible for carrying.
"Based on the current results, what is the approximate annual output of this coal mine?" Kant asked Cloretz.
"About 1,200 tons. This is the estimated result based on the premise of reducing the geological damage caused by coal mining." Clorez replied.
"Well, considering our current technical level, this kind of output is really amazing." Kant couldn't help nodding and commented: "Then what is the quality of the coal produced, what is the result of your inspection?"
"We brought samples from the coal bunker." Clorez handed Kant a pair of workman's gloves, and then the subordinate behind him rolled out a small basket of coal.
After watching Kant put the gloves on his hands, Kroretz moved the coal basket forward and introduced it to the Kant warriors: "This is the coal that has been screened by the factory and stored in the warehouse."
Kant weighed a piece and observed it carefully in front of his eyes: from the outside, the quality of the coal is indeed not bad. It is glossy black and has a sheen when exposed to natural light. The degree of coalification is still relatively deep. Kant broke off a small piece, rubbed it back and forth on a wooden board, and crushed it to powder. After seeing that the scratches on the wooden board were also dark gray, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Standing up, he said to Kroretz: "The battle against the kingdom of the undead has brought a lot of unexpected benefits. If you have a more detailed report, you don't have to give it to me. If you need manpower to take charge, I will Let Dherim send someone to assist you."
"Thank you lord." Clorez saluted.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people walked down the high ground.
Cloretz walked in front of the crowd, leading Kant and others to browse the operation sequence of the entire assembly line in the coal mining plant.
It was not until late at night that a group of people walked out of the factory.
Take the carriage back to Durandal.
"Today's work is over." Standing in front of the resting B&B building, Kant said to Crowitz.
"The lord, go back and have a good rest. I will take my leave first." Sensing the tiredness in Kant's words, Cloretz consciously bid farewell first.
"Well, you too, thank you for your hard work." Kant responded.
The two said goodbye to each other, and Kloretz watched Kant enter the building, then turned and left.
Kant returned to the room and saw a large pile of papers piled up on the round table in the living room.
Apparently a messenger brought it from Dherim.
Kant went to the chair by the table and sat down.
When he came to Durandal, his whole day's schedule was more full.
Kant picked up the copybook on the top and read it.
"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Kant said without raising his head.
It wasn't until he heard footsteps walking in front of him that Kant raised his head to look at him.
The imperial messenger stood in front of him in a dignified manner, and greeted him: "Lord, you are back."
"Hmm. Did you send these today?" Kant said, glancing at the copywriting on the desktop.
"Well. This is the copy that was uploaded to the Senate Hall within a week from the day you set off to Durandal, Lord." The messenger explained softly.
"Well, there are indeed quite a few." Kant said with a headache, "Then when will you go back?"
"I originally wanted to go back tonight, but the road conditions in the desert have become worse and worse recently. I could only stay and asked the soldiers by the city wall to tell me that the weather will be better tomorrow, so I plan to go back tomorrow." Go back late." The messenger replied carefully.
"Well, before you leave tomorrow night, I'll give you the corrected copy and take it home." Kant pinched the bridge of his nose and said in thought.
The messenger heard what Kant said, and looked at the hills of copywriting on the desktop. He couldn't help showing a look of shock, but he had indeed stayed by Kant's side for a long time, and he understood Kant's uncompromising temperament. After being quiet for a while, he hesitated and said, "Lord, is it too late?"
"It's okay. The ministers who presented the report must have been anxiously waiting for the reply. In order to solve it as soon as possible, it is better to quickly correct it and bring it back to them." Kant shook his head and said.
"Okay then." The messenger's eyes were a little worried, and he agreed, "Then I'll make you a pot of tea for the lord."
After speaking, he saluted and left Kant's room.
Kant took out Zhu Mo and began to carefully review the copy that he had read.
He didn't even notice the knock on the door of the imperial courier, but noticed Kant's concentration, the courier carefully put down the teapot, closed the door and left.
"Master Messenger, hasn't the lord rested yet?" When the Messenger walked to the first floor, one of the guards sitting chattering in the hall took the initiative to talk to him.
"The lord will not sleep tonight, are you in charge of the night watch?" the messenger replied.
"Yes, we should be on guard today. It's boring." The guard who spoke to him before responded after being questioned.
"Is the lord busy with the government affairs sent by Deherim? It's really hard work." The guard sitting on the other side said with emotion.
"The lord has been away all day, and now he is in the room to approve the document. Please be quiet in the lobby on this floor, so as not to disturb the lord." The messenger ordered.
"Yes!" replied the two soldiers.
The messenger nodded and walked back to his room on the second floor to rest.
At noon the next day, the messenger walked into the residential building after feeding the camels with food, grass and water.
The weather today is really good. I heard from the soldiers in the tower that the storm in the desert finally calmed down, and the visibility was several times better than last night.
The courier walked up to the stairs on the third floor, preparing to report to Kant that the time for his departure would probably be earlier.
But by chance, he ran into Kant who was going out with a bunch of copywriting.
"Well, are you here?" Kant asked, who was about to hand over the approved copy to him.
The messenger saw the slightly haggard lord and replied, "I'm here to report the departure time to you, lord."
"Are you going to leave? It just so happens that I can give these to you directly. Be careful on the road." Kant said while handing the document in his arms to the messenger on the opposite side.
"Ah, thanks for your hard work, Lord." The messenger replied.
Kant shook his head with a smile, turned his head to look out of the window in the corridor, and said, "The weather is really nice today."
As soon as the voice fell, he turned and went back to the room.
Probably because he was too sleepy, the imperial courier thought as he stood there with his arms full of documents.
(end of this chapter)