At the end of the meal, me and Lark take one meal and go up the stairs of the wall residence.
The noise in the dining room is getting bigger and bigger from now on. Adult mine husbands dive into more dangerous places and look for talent pearls, but there are many stars —— even though it seems that we have one star to the point where the star becomes two. If there are more stars, there will be more rewards, so they will deduct (...) that reward and drink alcohol. It's a tight smell that makes me want to pinch my nose. [M] We go up the stairs to escape the smell.
Old Hinga lived in a borough shop on the top floor of it.
"Jii, I brought you some rice."
"Lark, you always say it's about knocking."
"I don't mind. I don't care about them, Mr. Jii."
It is our job to deliver meals to the old Hinga. The old man lives in this borough shop and acts like a village chief, so to speak, putting on a keri when the miners can rub it. Though this person seems to be spared the daily norm because of it.
I have untreated bossy hair dripping on my soggy face. My chin beard is long, and I've never seen an old man leave this house. Because I have a toilet problem —— the toilet only has a joint toilet -- and I'm supposed to be out of the house.
I wonder if this is the kind of wall dwelling where a straw bunk would be filled with chairs for guests. The old man who sat on the chair carefully received the wooden vessel and the iron spoon I offered him with both hands.
You're here.
"If we don't come, even Mr. Jii will dry up."
"Well, I wonder how far we've talked"
Lark's light mouth never sounded like an old Hinga man. Lark looked at me and shrugged his shoulder and showed it, but he sat down in the chair in a big way.
While eating, the words spoken by the old Hinga man in his squeamish voice are the knowledge of this world.
We use this time before bed to teach the old man a lot —— Lark mostly falls asleep.
"Lark, you found a six-star genius pearl."
"Yes, yes! That's what I wanted to hear! Jii, do you know what [Shadow King Magic Swordsmanship (Shadowking)] is about skills? What effect is that?
I don't know.
"You don't know! Oh, I can't hold on."
"Lark!"
I shrugged Lark in such terrible language, but Lark looked up to heaven "ahhh" without worrying about me, and the old Hinga man was eating meat first without looking like he cared at all. This old man is still fine.
"People are equal and have eight gift (skill) holders. A frame like [Arm Enhancement ] would be nice, but rare skills would use all 4, 5, or 8 frames. The gift must be chosen carefully."
"I know, Mr. Jii. I have two [Arm Enhancement] and [Stamina Enhancement]. Six more, right?
Again Lark is blurry with "ahhh". Six more frames. It fits perfectly when she finds 6 stars.
"When this talented pearl is unearthed, the state buys it all up. And wholesale it to the people."
"How much is it worth?
When I twitched, my eyes turned to me across the grey hair of my bosom. Amber eyes.
"One star, one silver coin. Enough to have three meals in the city's (...) dining room. 2 stars is 100 silver coins"
"100 sheets!?"
Doesn't that mean you can eat 30 meals even if you unearth 10 stars every day...... I wonder how much profit this mine is making? But that means we're making money there, too.
"... by the way, what about 6 stars?
"Not worth it"
…………
When I looked at Lark, I said, "You see?" Lark was looking at me, too.
"It can probably be delivered to the treasure trove of the country. When a national disaster strikes, it will be used by the most powerful swordsman in the National Army."
"Ahhh... the genius pearls I found can also be rotted in the treasure trove..."
"Aren't gifted pearls not rotten?
"Whatever it is, silly brother."
Musty Lark's poisonous tongue turned to me. This looks like it would be better to stay calm for a while.
"Uh, old Hinga. But usually people use all eight skill frames, right?
"Dear Left, The Wood Dust has [Axe Art ], The Wizard has [Fire Magic ], and The Slave Trader has [Slave Power (Slave Master) ]. No one fills eight stars first."
"If so, when the country is in crisis, is there someone with six free skill frames?"
"The world has the skill of [Orb Attachment and Removal ] even though there are few"
The information that the gift can be removed was a shock. Perhaps there is no greater possibility of a gift than I thought.
"That said, we slaves can't use genius pearls tied to contract magic, can we?
"Naturally. Extremely useful and rare genius pearls such as" Sacred Swordsmanship "and" Eight Ways Magic "are traded for huge sums of money. We have to keep the slaves we pick up from using them."
"With skills, we can open up any future... but we don't have a future where we can have skills..."
"It's hard to hope for a future more than being here as a slave."
Must be, Lark laughed out loud. But I thought her laughter was empty. Well, I don't know, but I kind of felt that way. Lark said he wasn't seriously (...) laughing (...).
"Old Hinga. The best stars are 8, right? What skills do you have?
"... I don't hear anything big about it"
Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes trembled in fear. But those eyes look much smarter than ever, and my chest wonders if this guy should be here.
"There are also more than 8 stars..."
"Huh?"
"Those are things that people can't handle. I've seen it once... Beyond the sleeping intelligence behind this mine warehouse (over-limited) gifted pearls (... skill orbs)..."
A warehouse, I think, is probably a "gifted pearl warehouse".
The genius pearls we brought will be checked by the inspectors, inventoried and transported to the warehouse. Only the warehouse was a heterogeneous, stone building in this part of the country lined with wooden architecture. Both open iron doors rust everywhere, but make you feel a strong will to never let the intruder through.
At the end of the day, the warehouse is open on the evening when the excavated talented pearls are brought in. But the surroundings are solidified by miners. They were about to be equipped with a silver shield, like a lid of a pot, and they were fitted with a stubborn iron helmet.
Is there a talented pearl in that warehouse that goes beyond intelligence?
I've never even heard of it before.
"What kind of talent --"
"That's not the point. Come on, go home already today. Go to bed early today. The boy may not be sleepy, but if he closes his eyes on the sleeping table, eventually he will sleep."
No, no, no...
Also, it sounded like ground. The sand fell from the ceiling.
"Don't touch the mine's wrath"
Old Hinga looked scared and said, but that didn't work very well. Lark had already rowed a boat beside me. [M]
I was —— I was happy every day.
And I thought every day would go on like no other.
"Whoa. Why don't you go to this raccoon hole today"
"Yeah? This place came in last month and there was nothing wrong with it."
"You might be growing new. According to Jii, genius pearls are born late at night, right?
"You don't like it because there's a cliff..."
"That's where the rare talented pearls are. That's what my nose says!
"Yes, yes... ok"
"Ah. Next time I find it, this time I'll keep it hidden, me"
I follow Lark through a raccoon hole —— a bit of a big aisle. Though it is a little unforgivable for adults to pass by.
When I go out to the cliff, I'm surprised my feet might break. Lark said, "There's no way the dungeon's going to collapse," but when the ground sounds here, it's bad, absolutely.
Cliffs, rather than outrageous vertical holes, wind through from bottom to top.
I heard voices from far down. Apparently, below many levels, in a place like a square protruding into a vertical hole, the adventurer was fighting.
"Ooh, ooh. A flashy wizard."
"Wow..."
Doo, and an explosion sounds and a huge flame brightens the square for a moment. There are a few monsters like a lizard and an adventurer wields his sword.
"Let's go."
"Yeah......"
"What the hell. Your brother wants to be an adventurer?
"I'm not."
—— Old Hinga is right that wanting something is "outrageous" in a slave capacity.
"... where deeper than where we go, the atmosphere is completely different, isn't it?
"It seems so. There are giant waterfalls, mirrors that show who you are, passageways that wind so much that you can't keep your eyes open."
"Heh."
"There's a lot of vicious monsters over there. Well, rare genius pearls seem easy to come out with."
"It's none of our business now."
"... right. Not for us."
—— but.
"Ah," as Lark laments his failure.
Like an old Hinga man from time to time, eyes like a wise man.
Like I want a lot of knowledge, though I don't know why.
Little by little changes came in every day that could not be changed.
Come to think of it, all events may have meshed like tiny gears and created great power —— and if I say something like this, Lark must have said, "Where are you going to hear those words? Though you would say."
"Ah! I've come a long way to zero genius pearls!
"That's why I told you. I don't like walking back on that cliff again..."
"You don't have a clue. Was my nose dull, too?
Oh, and Lark said it again.