One of the children twisted his body and managed to get through it while rubbing his clothes on the rocky skin, which the miners called a "raccoon hole".
"There was a gifted pearl!
and a tall voice was heard from the raccoon hole, so I lifted my hips as I lowered my blurry backpack and drank a water bottle.
"That clears the norm for today!
I spoke to the back of the raccoon hole.
Back, it's not dark to say. Brightness is ensured by the strange force with which the walls glow slightly.
This seems to be a hallmark of "where monsters appear" called "dungeons".
It's just that the dungeon where Lark and I are is a little different —— one of only eight places in the world where we can unearth talented pearls.
"... Lark? What's the matter with you?
It's hard to come back, so I stuck my neck in a raccoon hole and called her (...) name. Lark is 13 years older than I am, and three years ago, she was the youngest until I was sold (...) to this mine.
So she's always "older" to me.
But... that wasn't a very nasty feeling. Poor, sharing even too much to eat —— rather, I was thankful that Lark's "sister" hadn't taken away my food. Anyway, I wasn't even given a "name" for food.
Lark will take the initiative and take the Tourai job. Eat more, say, and divide the bread just a little bit -- well, I'm sure I wasn't nutritious enough, but I'm still a lot shorter.
Anyway, Lark was always right out of the raccoon hole to do the "10 Talent Pearl Excavations a Day", the norm imposed on us.
That means it's not coming out--.
"No way, monster!?"
My spine got cold. [M]
This is a mine where talented pearls are excavated, only a limited number of adventurers and a limited number of mine slaves (...) can enter. But we're not the only ones walking wide down the tunnel.
A monster.
Raccoon Hole must be taken the initiative of young people like us to recover the talented pearls. That can be a physical problem, and on the other hand, it can mean that monsters are difficult to emerge.
But it's "hard" and not "never answers."
In the past, a monster of Namekuji has appeared in a raccoon hole with no escape. The child, who was there unluckily, was attacked by Namekuji and melted --.
"Ma, wait!
When I even remembered Namekuji, I grabbed a flea hanging from my hips and slid my torso into a raccoon hole. Push your entire body into the aisle by stomping with both arms.
We miners are allowed to carry weapons. He's a slave, so he's okay because he can never resist by witchcraft. But when it comes to the weapon that was given to us as a child, there is one missing knife, and that can't be given to me by Lark the "sister".
So, chirp.
But it becomes a weapon. Even the rocks will shred and the eyes of the goblins will turn. No, I've never seen goblins.
No, no, no...
Just at that moment, my little heart shrunk up because I heard the ground. But you can't leave Lark alone.
"I'm coming to help now —— mochi!?"
It was damp, soft, the surface felt like a cloth that appeared in front of me as I bravely rode in.
"Bye!? Hey, what are you doing here!
"Chicken thigh!?"
My face is buried in Lark's ass.
"Don't move, idiot, tickle... haha!
"Chin Fu!?"
Apparently it tickled Lark laughed a lot and her jumping leg hit my chin. The shock caused my head to crash into the ceiling of a raccoon hole...