The mine entrance had a huge cavity and many wooden dwellings were built. On the flat are adventurer accommodation and visitor amenities. The miner's sleeping place was being driven to the edge more -- on the contrary, it was expanding vertically to snap against the wall.
There are no railings, the thin wooden stairs are punched into the shoreline. When I look at this, I see, "Oh, this place is out of the dungeon range". Because the dungeon walls are glowing, but they don't shine here, and the dungeon walls automatically twist and repair when damaged, but they don't repair here. The stabbed wood pile has been intact for years. Or decades? Given that, I am afraid of breaking and can't cross it, so I try not to care.
The great cavity is bright by day and dark by night because there are holes in the central ceiling. Naturally, it also falls. But it was better to say that the "wall dwelling" hardly gets wet because it is stuck following the sky.
Not...
See ya. I hear the ground again. None of the miners cared, though I feel like I've heard a lot lately. "I always sneered. You can't wait for work because it sounds like ground". That's true.
"The sway has subsided..."
"Hey, brother. What are you doing? Let's get out of here."
I wiped the dirt off the day with a wet cloth, and Lark and I were on our way to the dining room.
The dining room is built on the ground, not on the walls, either because of the use of fire or because of the need for size. The elongated space was lined with a mess and a chair that just cut round the table, and the hot air that was about to rise from the pan filled the dining room without escaping well outside.
Potatoes, carrots, onions, and a few pieces of meat. It's just a meal simmered together with spicy spices. In addition to that, there is bread, but the occasional bread that is baked with a slightly tired baking pan is blackened. I was safe today.
It's all roots and vegetables because it gets sunny. Very rarely leaves enter, but they are unpopular with miners, and I am happy to eat them. Because it is more nutritious to eat leaves too.
"Wow, Lark! Congratulations!"
"I did it. Hey, let me get you more meat today at the celebration."
"Finally, you're leaving here, too! Congratulations!"
A report that Lark brought home a 6-star genius pearl [Shadow King Demon Swordsmanship (Shadowking) ] struck the mine.
When such words could be hung one after the other from the miners, Lark had returned the words "thank you" with a slightly more subtle face.
"Let the boy be small. Eat more and be big."
My hand reached out from behind, and my strong uncle left my head untouched. "This is still getting bigger," I replied in a whisper to that face laughing nicely, but I'm sure you wouldn't have heard me. Oh, my God, because it's so loud in the dining room that I have to block my ears.
"Oh my brother. You need to eat more too. Let's have some meat."
And it was usual for me to get a little more meat from my aunt in the dining room. By the way, one tattoo runs on my aunt's arm as well. Everyone here is a slave.
Proceed to the back of the dining room with Lark with a wooden vessel stabbed with an iron spoon.
The table we always use is low in height and difficult for adults to use. It's just fine for us, though.
"You're all holding on to Lark's story. What a 6-star gifted pearl. And now Lark is finally a slave."
We are slaves, but we are paid according to our work. The more stars you get, the more rewards you get, and when that amount reaches a certain amount, it becomes "the beginning of the year" and you can become a civilian. I can leave this, dangerous, dark, damp mine.
Well, I miss Lark... but all the miners here are in the same "slave" position to help each other. Some slaves, like me, are not only "sold" to come, but also to "atone for the crime," but really this man has sinned? People are so calm that they think so. On the left arm, blue tattoos carved like bangles are proof of slavery. If these are two bottles, they're criminal slaves. Me and Lark have one. About half of them are criminal slaves.
Even if Lark is gone, it's okay.
If you look around the loud dining room eventually, the men in thin cloth - some women rarely, but all of them in a disappointing physique.
No matter what you think, Lark and I are the only ones who seem to dive into the raccoon hole. Without Lark I would dive alone in a raccoon hole...... although I'm a little scared, I can hang in there if I think I can leave the mine one day and one day a younger kid will come in than me. At that time, I feel sorry for you if you don't have company close to your age.
"I think I can do it without Lark. Here, look. I've got so many muscles on me."
I bent my arm and tried my best. [M] There's a force in there... Yeah, well, there is, isn't there? If you think there is, there is. Definitely. I believed you. There's a way.
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And Lark didn't say anything, although I was showing a little arm.
"Lark? What's wrong?
"Hmm? Uh...... Guys, you're stupid."
"Become!?"
What are you suddenly saying?
Then Lark secretly says.
"Think about it... how much do you think a 6 star gifted pearl would cost? One of the countries is going to tip the price."
"Oh, yeah?
"It was me and you who found it. All I can get is my freedom. Isn't that strange? At least you should have been free together."
"I... because it was Lark who found me."
"Me and you, we have 10 genius pearls a day on the set that's normed. Then you need a reward, too, right? That son of a bitch......"
Lark was offering a gifted pearl inspector my reward.
But they said no.
--When this guy's gone, who's gonna dive into a raccoon hole?
Until now, it was thought that one or two stars would be the best way out of the raccoon hole. But Lark's finding 6 stars changed the direction of the wind.
At least I guess I'm not on the mine side willing to let go of me until a miner as small as me is found.
Even as he learns the circumstances, Lark strips his fangs like a beast with a "lululu".... That's crazy? Lark should have the same contract magic hanging from me, but you obviously have a lot more desire than I do.
Maybe that means contract magic isn't omnipotent either. I've heard of "too strong a desire to be completely enclosed".
"I'm fine... I don't feel like going outside..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ouch."
Decopined and I glanced.
"Ah. Six stars if this is the case, I should have hidden it... and used it sneakingly when I left the mine..."
Says Lark as he stares into the hollow.
"You failed... you have 6 stars... what power do you have..."
At the end of her gaze, though, there were only beams of dusty, spider nested ceilings.