I felt like I could see Lark's feelings with power in his hand, but I didn't feel as strong a desire as she did, and I was just pale.
... Miners are being increased. The sleeping adventurers are also awakened and incorporated into the miners' side. We slaves are dressed in rugged clothes, so we'll soon find out. It's only a matter of time before it's repressed.
But I can get away with it.
I know how many people are in the big cavity. There's a way to escape as much as you can through this gap.
I jumped out of the warehouse. And headed-- to the "wall dwelling".
The wooden house that Lark and I had been sleeping in for three years, built to crash against the wall, was terrible. There were collapses everywhere, falling and crumbling from house to house. Fortunately, this "wall dwelling" was reserved for mine slaves, so it would mean that most humans were deserted for morning meetings.
"Ahhh..."
But there are a very few remaining slaves. Those who overdrank last night and overslept, those who are sick and sleeping.
What I saw was being squashed by the house and someone's arm was already sticking out.
"Damn."
What was that, that sound? Is it an earthquake? But I've never heard anything about an earthquake in this world. I'm even suspicious if there's such a word. Guys, he said he was "ground sounding" about this shake.
I ran. What I'm looking for is old Hinga. The old man's house is not already on the wall, so I can tell he's falling to the ground.
"Hinga old man!
I found an old man's house crushing other houses and standing on a nanome. The door is open at an elevation of 45 degrees.
Underneath, I found an old man sitting on his back. [M]
"... what the hell, kid. You survived that collapse."
The old man said to me in a tone that would just throw him away a little, as usual.
Oh —— well.
This guy is, yeah.
This is the first time I've noticed contract magic broken. [M] Old Hinga has no tattoo on his arm (...). He is not originally a mine slave. Yet I did not know how to sleep in this mine in the same dwelling as the slaves, but I still knew the will of the old man.
Old Hinga says he's nice to the bottom.
Getting "knowledge" in this world is incredibly difficult. Higher education institutions —— so-called "universities" instead of "high schools" can only go to very limited privileged class humans.
Even so, this old man had a lot of knowledge and behaved free of charge to whoever wanted it - it was about me. No, the old man taught me so many things that I was carrying a meal but couldn't afford such labor.
About the mine. About the genius pearl. About slavery and witchcraft. About poison and medicinal herbs. The art of living in this world.
But the old Hinga didn't try to be nice to me.
It's
"Old Hinga... You deliberately pushed us out of the mine without any training."
I didn't realize that because I had the skills. The hesitation of this man told the story of it all.
Though I didn't think it was the only one, the old Hinga man sitting here now was totally sage in style.
"!... well, you, well... your contract magic has expired. Has the little one of Ahenbach died?"
"Do you know the Duke?"
"I barely know him, but his father knows how. That's how many times I've been drinking too much to wipe my working ass."
Maybe this old man is better than I think. That, in a social sense.
"Old Hinga. Right now, this place is in havoc. Why don't you come out with me?"
"... I can't do that"
"Why not?"
"One thing was that the eagle originally intended to live here to decay. And the other -- not this one."
I didn't realize I was full of heads talking about old Hinga. [M] That he's bleeding out of the old man's left belly.
"When I fell...?
"There is also that, but it is also significant that the ancient wounds have opened. Every one of them had a short life ahead of him. I'm gonna die here."
I couldn't say anything, I just bit my teeth.
Blood drips from the old man's mouth, and the old man muffles it with the back of his hand. I look abominable.
"... I wanted to worship you for about heaven's sake at the end... but it's still a long way to go until midday. It's only about half an hour past noon."
"Old man."
I had already made up my mind.
"It's far to noon, but not that far to the mine exit. I'll lend you my shoulder."
"... do you want me to just take care of you? No matter how many miners here are full of bonkers, it's just not going to let the old man and the boys through."
"--Reggie, it's"
"Mm?"
"My name is Reggie. I'm not a kid."
My life in my previous life is over. But I wasn't given a name in this world.
So I'm going to keep Reggie's name. [M]
Just --.
"Reggie's ray is zero of zero. Reggie's Dj is 2 bis"
"... what has happened to you in this short time?
Old Hinga doesn't know, he glanced at me like he said. There are no kanji characters in this world as far as I know.
I'm leaving again in this world. [M] Start from "zero". And —— I have a sister (...) So I name her "number two" as my brother.
"I'll go. Come on, hands."
"... you're serious"
"Absolutely."
The old man grabbed my hand and stood up with a curl. From the other side of the wound I supported the old man —— but dressed as if I was holding him.
I noticed from this guy that he didn't smell like dirt. I smelled like a decent hacka.
"Eww..."
Even an old man like a dead tree, I could not support an old Hinga without exerting all my might.
"I'm going......!
I just walked out on the thought of not wanting this guy to die in a place like this. Step by step, steady. Even if it was a cursory tortoise walk, we headed steadily outside the mine. The only thing that moved me was the thought that I was taking this man out.
Because this guy is the one who made me do the "study" I wanted in my previous life.
Because he did something to me, free of charge, just because someone "uses" me and "doesn't appreciate" me.
Because you're the two people who "gave" me (...) who were only taken away from me in this world.
And —— because he's the first person to "give" me a connection to Lark.