However, just to be safe, he assigned a militiaman to carry a blade and follow Jinke, supervising him.
Having received Lynch's approval, Jinke was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands together and walked toward his goblin kinsmen, a "kindly" smile on his face, like one kinsman seeing another.
「About half an hour later.」
Eight intelligence reports were laid out before Lynch, each one densely packed with writing.
It seemed these guys had no backbone for defiance until death. To save their own skins, they had spilled everything they knew, speculated, and even guessed at.
He quickly scanned the eight reports, and his brow furrowed slightly.
The prisoners had provided a large volume of information, but the quality was poor. Most of the intel focused on the layout of the tunnels in the mine's outer area, routine patrol routes, and the locations and shift changes of the outer sentries.
