Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
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——A few hours have passed since the search for the artifact in the middle of the encampment had begun.
There were loads of dry and loose soil around where they had worked, almost losing hope of ever finding it within Maximilian's blocks of dirt.
Yet, just as soon as everyone had almost given up, Mina was able to hit something with her hand as she tried to break apart another block.
Mina: [I hit something! It felt like a wooden box!]
With everyone now looking in Mina's direction, they all began to walk toward her and see what she had found.
It was a small box with a small keyhole in it.
Its case looked fragile and easy to break. It was Mina's first instinct to break it open instead of inspecting it, however, before she could even land her elbow to break into the box, Maximilian's hand stretched out and took the box out of her hands.
Maximilian: [Idiot! Don't just break it.]
Maximilian had judged that breaking it open would be a bad idea.