Chapter 213: 207 Murderer (1)

I whistled a familiar tune as I mined the fire crystal in the heat. My whole body was soaking in sweat, but I was far from distressed.

I still have the energy to put in ten times the effort even though I almost reached my quota for the day and still have hours left of the deadline.

"Well, you seem to be in a good mood," Cameron said. He was barely halfway point of meeting his quota.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I said, meeting his gaze. "Or right, we're just slaves."

Well, at least not the lowliest of the low among the slave, which I was a month ago.

"Did something good happen?" Cameron asked again. He was suspicious about my newfound strength, although he hadn't asked anything about it yet.

"Good like?"

"Something related to women?" Cameron asked, shooting a knowing look.

I halted, giving him an odd look. "Women? Where are they?" I asked, scoffing. "I ain't seeing any woman, and you're using the plural form of it."