The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life

Nevertheless, he couldn’t figure out many things on the first day.
As he was sweating and working, the sun set, and the day passed.

On the third day, Roman heard an explanation from a miner.

“The reason that Dmitry is in the spotlight isn’t simply because it has a forge that is quite good.
Because the iron ore is of the highest quality, the people of Cairo can recognize the true value of ironworks from Dmitry.
All the iron ore ordered from the iron mine is first processed and then sold by Dmitry.
In general, considerable losses occur in the distribution process of obtaining iron ore.
Still, Dmitry is making a lot of profit as it handles the mining and processing of the iron ore with the manpower of the land.
It isn’t that the Dmitry family is called rich for nothing,” said the miner proudly.

Honestly, what he said was something Roman already knew.
However, after listening to it from a miner’s perspective, he realized the scale might be larger than he initially thought.

‘The process of obtaining and distributing the materials is done with the manpower of the land.
In addition, the highest quality iron ores are processed by the estate’s forge and sold at higher prices.
It has been working that way for decades.
Dmitry’s wealth may be greater than I initially expected.
Still, Dmitry’s wealth isn’t my wealth.
As the eldest child of the Dmitry family, there is a limit to what I can receive, so I need to find what I can do for the land.’

Just as he rose to the position of the successor of the Demonic Sect in his previous life, Baek Joong-hyuk would use his identity and background in his new life to increase his power and would rise to the level of Heavenly Demon.

The actions he would take this time weren’t much different.
As a successor, he wasn’t just going to wait for the kingdom of Cairo to fall into his hands; rather, he would do things to make it happen.

To do that, he came to the iron mine.
Dmitry’s work would give a solution to Roman’s thoughts, and with the results he would obtain, Roman intended to create his own ‘power.’ It would be something different from the power of his family.
Even though he belonged to the Dmitry family, it felt foolish to keep using that background to get things running.

He had a lot of questions.
How many iron ore reserves are there? What is the daily production? Roman tried asking the questions to the miners, but Morkan, who was passing by, said.

“Young master, this isn’t a place for small talk.
If you are here to work, then work, and if you don’t want to work, at least don’t disturb the others.
We need to finish our daily quota.”

“Ahem.” Hearing those words, the miner talking to Roman was stunned.
Nevertheless, Morkan looked at Roman, waiting for him to get angry.

However,

“Sorry.
I will head back and focus on working.” Roman stepped back.

Was it because his reaction was different from expected? Watching Roman head back to work, Morkan couldn’t take his eyes off him.

It has been a week since Roman started working in the mines.
He kept sweating daily while working and finishing his daily quota.

Naturally, Roman worked side by side with the miners and heard many things.
Still, it felt lacking.
In fact, he could just talk to a miner to get his doubts clarified, but no miner was willing to do that.

‘Is this like a fight for territory?’

From the first day, Roman knew that he was being rejected here.
The miners deliberately tried to stay away from Roman, and even if some tried to converse a little, they would get pointed out by Morkan.

Roman didn’t try finding what the reason was.
Even if this was his estate and he could use that to take them down, Roman thought that talking things through should be his first priority.
So, he endured—Because he was the one who asked for the job here.
Roman is the heir, and he chose to work here himself, so he had to bow his head.

Klang!

“Lunch time! Everyone out!”

The rest time came.
As Baron Romero himself was from a commoner family, so he understood their difficulties and provided a perfect time for rest and work.

Hearing that it was break and lunch time now, every miner stopped what they were doing and went out.
Naturally, Roman went out as well.
And instead of eating the luxurious food he had at home, he sat down on the dirt floor as if nothing was wrong and filled his stomach with thick bread and soup.
At first, everyone looked at him like this was something strange.
It was because even though it was a rather odd food for a noble to eat, Roman didn’t have the slightest change in his expression.

‘I can handle this much.’

In the previous life, Roman had experienced much worse things.

When he was training in the sect, he had to endure a month without food.
It was called the Ordeal of the Devil, and in the process, he had to feed on anything he could, from bugs to snakes.
Bread and soup? This was like heaven when he thought of that time; moreover, he could fill his stomach.

Roman shoved the food into his mouth, and before he knew it, the soup went down his throat.

While he was eating, someone came and sat before Roman.

“Can I ask you something?” Morkan sat before him and asked that.

Roman nodded, and Morkan, looking at him with dissatisfied eyes, asked, “Now I understand that the young master is doing this for real.
However, why are you working here?”

Seeing him the last few days, Morkan had no choice but to acknowledge that the Roman he saw now was a different person.