The Administrator's room was nothing like the rest of the mine.
The walls had been carved smooth, reinforced and decorated with fitted wood rather than stone. A single lantern hung from a metal hook above.
A desk sat at the center.
Ryn moved to it immediately.
Ledgers lay stacked neatly, their pages worn from frequent use but carefully kept. He flipped one open, eyes scanning down columns of numbers and data.
His brow furrowed.
"…"
Nearly ninety percent of the manalite yield had never stayed in Khaz Vordun.
It was recorded, taxed, and transferred straight into the royal treasure, indistinguishable from legitimate resource collection. From there, it was sold off in fragments to dozens of different merchants.
Yet, it was always in small shipments, going to different routes, to different buyers.
Forming a spiderweb that made it almost impossible to trace under normal circumstances.
Ryn closed the ledger slowly.
