Running Away From The Hero!

# 6 Their Reason: The Reason of Some Miners

Kick!

The flame blazes with a loud sound.

“Dammit! Is that ore? ”

A flame that strikes iron and iron.

The miner who was looking at it started checking the wall with a light on.

“Hmm……. Are we done here? If we knock this part.... ”

The miner scratches the wall, nodding and picking up his pickaxe again.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

A massive lump of iron ore falls from the wall a few dozen times.

“Hehe!”

A miner takes in fresh air using a breathing magic tool and starts working again.

A large, hard-looking limb that looks like a fine light in a cave.

Their appearance of using it to advance at a very rapid rate is that of the skilled miner himself.

Compared to ordinary miners, it was showing a daily rate of progress of ten or more.

“Are we there yet? ”

“Let's check it out! ”

The miners in the lead yell, and the miners in the rear begin to pull out the map.

The miner who was staring at you yells out loud, piercing the faint map through the torch.

“If you keep going like this, you'll be able to do it in a full day or a week at the fastest! ”

“Damn! You mean there's still a lot left! ”

“Yes!”

Kick!

The frowned miner swings his pickaxe again as if he didn't have time to answer.

A very cold voice came from behind them when the light started again.

“How's it going? ”

“Wow, Manager! ”

The miner closest to his voice leans in awe.

“Uh, when did you get here? ”

“Is there a reason I should tell you that? ”

“Nothing!”

“Yes, then answer the question. How's it going? ”

The miner doesn't say anything even with his opponent's overwhelming attitude.

One that must not resist.

The existence of the so-called manager was imprinted on the miner's body and soul.

“W, if you continue at this speed now! ”

“What if I do?”

Several calculations have begun in the miner's head.

The progress of the work, the time it can be delayed by the circumstances, and the penalty they will receive for the delay in the work.

The miner who calculated all of them shouted naturally.

“A month at the earliest! It will take more than a month if you are late! ”

The manager sighs, looking at the miner who naturally spent more than three times his time.

“Ha……. ”

Very short sigh.

The manager breathes out lightly and looks at the miner with a cooler eye.

“A month fast? ”

At that moment, the sweat from my back flows like a waterfall, but I can't back off.

“Well, yes. There's a lot of Iron Ore around here, so we're struggling with our work. If this continues, it will take at least a month. ”

The opponent is a soldier.

Sometimes people say they make their own weapons, but they don't even know they're digging them up.

So you're ignorant of this kind of work.

The miner who thought that said in a confident voice.

However,

“That's funny. One week at the earliest. ”

“Suck!”

The miner was so surprised that he almost sat down.

If the muscles of his thighs had been slightly less trained, he would have remained calm.

Even the experts have only been looking at the map for a period of time, but they can't keep up with the right time!

The miner barely responded with a trembling voice as he felt the chicken's flesh rising all over his body.

“W-what does that mean? ”

“An ordinary miner would have believed it. I'm a non-professional who knows nothing.... ”

The person who had the right dates was calling himself a non-professional.

The miner, whom it was not understood, swallowed a dry needle.

“Hmmm! Why did you think it was a week? ”

“Of course you are the Made in Black Anvil! ”

“W-what is that supposed to mean? ”

A completely incomprehensible term popped out of the manager's mouth, and the miner jumped up and shouted.

“What does' Maid in 'mean? What is it that we are being treated like this? ”

In common sense, the miner was very right.

The miners here were no ordinary miners!

He was considered a Dwarf of the Artisan Clan!

“Maid In? Ask Professor Niserwin that! ”

Boom! Boom!

“Grr!”

A dwarf struck down by a whip protruding from the air.

“Eek? Does this hurt? Does it hurt?”

“Th, that's enough! ”

“Enough? Even when I asked you to stop, the fist of the Iron Fist didn't stop! ”

“Shhh!”

The dwarf hit by the manager's whip rolls to the ground, but the whip doesn't stop.

“You are an evil race that created evil gods! How many people have suffered the consequences of your vicious behavior! ”

“Shhh!”

As a whipped Dwarf groans from the ground,

“Phew……. This is the best I can do. ”

The manager looks at the dwarves shaking in fear and uses the restoration potion on the fallen dwarves.

“Get up while you're rolling. ”

The manager leaves a note and starts looking for his next target.

“You.”

“You mean me? ”

“Yes, you. ”

The manager nods, pointing to the nearest dwarf.

“He said it would take about a month, but how long do you think it'll take? ”

The questioned dwarf rolls his eyes and worries.

A dwarf who says he's been on the ground for a month has been whipped.

“Wow, you said you could do it in a week. ”

“That's right."

The dwarf looks at the manager nodding.

‘If I speak here for a month, I will look the same. ’

I'm not afraid to be right.

Living as a blacksmith is like being exposed to many dangers.

Several incidents can result in body parts being amputated or burns from very minor accidents.

The condition is good considering you have experienced at least dozens of big and small events when you earned the title of craftsmanship.

However, the opposing Pokémon is a fierce creature that persistently bites the trapped target once.

There's nothing more terrifying than being targeted by such a man.

‘Yes, of course. He's no ordinary man. He's a disciple taught by Hector, the Devil's Touch. I mean... ’

This son of a bitch.

If the evil hand of Hectare is evil, then he is the Demon King who wants to destroy the world beneath him!

“A week is a long way to go, five days is a long way to go! ”

Looking at the dwarf who had lost track of time with a heavy smile, the manager smiles very satisfactorily.

“Yes, so that we can have a Maid in Black Anvil! Excellent! It's not like he doesn't know what he's worth, like that idiot over there. ”

Hahaha, the manager who patted his shoulder with a smile gave him a smile, looking at the rotting Dwarves.

“Let me tell you something for the record. Do you see this?”

A manager with his right foot on a nearby rock was wearing very old shoes.

“Excellent, Manager! ”

Not Abu. His shoes are excellent, even for a dwarf.

No, it wasn't great. It was a work of art, not ordinary shoes.

When most Dwarves are amazed by the strange atmosphere they feel in their shoes,

“Huff!”

Some dwarves sigh and look at the manager's shoes.

Dwarves are a clan of artisans.

Most of them use Ore to make weapons, but few craftsmen polish jewelry or polish leather.

“Well, that's...! ”

One of the few dwarves shouts in a breathtaking voice.

“Wow, Manager! What the hell are those shoes? ”

Different dimensions.

Some dwarves who pride themselves on being the best at leather realize how insignificant their skills are and are frustrated.

The manager's shoes were perfect, and now the dwarf had something he couldn't keep up with.

“These are Rocky's shoes, by the way. ”

The hoisted manager looks at the dwarves and smiles very sinisterly.

“The weapon of a god from another dimension. It's a mistake to think of it as a shoe. ”

“God's... weapon! ”

“Summon God's tool! ”

Summoner.

You can summon the existence of another dimension to enter into a contract, and you can summon a god of the highest dimension, usually starting with a lower spirit.

There were three of the most powerful summoners: the Emergency Summoner, the Devil, and the Spirit King.

Just by summoning God or its equivalent, you have the highest value as a summoner.

But among the new summoners, there is a difference.

Being that uses God's power is the lowest, being that uses God's tools, and then the most perfect being is those that can accept God in their own flesh.

They were able to use a technique often called Toughness.

Presence before the eye uses minimal god tools.

To some extent, it is permissible to communicate with God and share the weapons that God uses.

“Gulp!”

He was bigger than I expected.

When everyone's thinking about it and they're swallowing the drought,

“It's... what kind of weapon is it? ”

The Dwarf Elder, a miner wielding a pickaxe in the lead, looks at the manager's shoes with fearful eyes.

“Phew…. ”

The manager's eyes narrow.

The manager looks at the Dwarf Elder with his thin, crescent-like eyes and bursts into laughter.

“You realize the meaning of what I'm saying. Is this the Chronicle?”

“Because you said it wasn't God's tool, it was God's weapon. ”

A weapon, not a tool.

The moment I realized that, the dwarves could feel the chills rising all over my body.

He boasted of his shoes.

I deliberately showed it to the dwarves and boasted confidently.

If that were a weapon, like a sword or a spear, would it be as beautiful as it is now, filled with craftsmanship?

It wasn't.

Think of it as a sword.

He would say:

‘You may strike your throat with this beautiful sword, so be careful. You'll get fired if you don't get it right.'

Those look like shoes, but they're not shoes.

“These shoes...! ”

The insult I had learned from Hectare was a close encounter.

“In other words, God Loki's shoes have many different effects. For example, change a thousand steps, fly in the sky……. ”

After pausing, the manager falls on his whip and looks at the dwarf, barely getting up.

“Make your body more transparent. ”

“Hiic!”

The dwarf who was struck by the whip collapses, foaming at his mouth.

In the dwarf's head, he seemed confident in the past that it would take at least a month.

No! No! Don't cheat! ’

But I couldn't undo the past.

If that were possible, I would have gone back a little further and stopped the Black Anvil from surrendering to the Empire Army.

“I heard it all took a week. ”

“Ugh…. ”

Seeing the manager's body becoming blurry, the dwarf has no choice but to feel fear.

“I could have done it faster if I lied to you outright. ”

Leaving that note, the dwarves quietly pick up their pickaxes, looking at the missing manager.

“What was your position as manager? ”

I know it's "Promotion…" ”

“That kind of creature promotes.... ”

Despite being disconnected from the outside, the Dwarf Elders have met numerous humans for hundreds of years.

He is the Elder of Dwarves and the best craftsman.

All the humans he met were the most powerful and powerful men of their time.

The manager was not impressed by those strong men. No, I can confidently say I'm the worst opponent to deal with as an enemy!

I can't believe that's what you're doing!

What the hell is the Empire doing?

“Hectare with an evil hand……. ”

How are they getting away from those monsters?

I don't know.

A Hectare of Evil Touch might do the trick.

The Dwarf Elder thought so.

Kick!

I started to get back into work.

We'll have to dig a hole for five days to get inside the castle.

It's the only way the Black Anvil can live!

Kick!

As such, the Black Anvil family began to work hard today to get back to where they did their best to escape.