517 Just indulge her.

The tool room was constructed with wooden planks, and there were many gaps in the walls. The only light in the tunnel shone through those gaps, allowing Gem Atkinson to clearly see the scene inside.

The tool room was not large, about ten square meters, with rows of tool racks that were piled with various tools.

But the wooden box was nowhere to be seen.

There was a problem.

There had to be a problem.

If there was no wooden box here, then why did the myriad of footprints extend this far?

He crouched down again, carefully examining the footprints. Because of the snow outside, the laborers had brought in snowflakes on their footwear, which, over time, had almost completely melted into deep puddles. The watermarks turned a corner at the front row of tool racks.

Following the footprints, he turned the corner and stopped in front of a stone wall.

The puddle in front of the stone wall was especially pronounced…