Chapter 71
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Caster's party had to squeeze through a small opening the miners had created. After they passed, the opening was sealed, leaving only a small head-sized hole.

They were instructed to communicate through this hole and to knock on the wall in a Morse code-like pattern to identify themselves to the miners on the other side.

Guards were stationed outside to ensure the miners' safety. The adventurers had a map and were tasked with slowly clearing the tunnels of monsters.

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