Crack—
The snapping of the whip echoed loudly above the heads of the slaves.
"Hurry! Get that silver onto the ship at once, or I'll have your hides if we miss the sailing time!"
The naval soldier, acting as overseer, shouted and cursed, continuously urging them to speed up.
Due to the construction period being too short, Potosi's Island No.3 hasn't been equipped with animal power, let alone steam equipment. The burdensome work relies entirely on the indigenous slaves, who carry it on their shoulders.
But.
Who cares anyway?
After all, a slave's life isn't worth much.
Whoever wins or loses in this "Silver War" over the ownership of Potosi, there isn't much difference for the original masters of the new continent.
No matter who gains control of Potosi, capturing wild Atrean people from the continent to be slaves for the most dangerous mining work is inevitable.
