Thwack~ Thwack~ Thwack~
The sound of pickaxes echoed through the air as the slaves continued mining Magic Stones.
"How long have we been mining here?"
"You're new, aren't you? Understandably, you don't know the ti. Once you get used to it, you'll know it's almost ti to return to the camp."
Conversations between senior and new slave continued.
Unlike the newcors who liked to complain, the senior slaves were more serious when it ca to mining.
Their seriousness stemd not only from avoiding the wrath of the guarding soldiers.
Most of them had heard a rumor.
There was a rumor flying around that if they worked hard enough to build muscular bodies, they would be able to leave this place sooner.
Of course, they didn't know they would be put up for auction.
However, they weren't foolish enough to think they would be released just like that.
Nevertheless, they still thought it would be better to leave the life of mining in the Mine Dungeon as soon as possible.
At the very least, they thought they might beco labor slaves in a trading house.
When a senior slave whispered all the information from that rumor into the ear of a new slave, the new slave imdiately beca more enthusiastic about mining.
"By the way, do you know what happens to soone brought in as porters?"
"I don't know. As long as I've been here, I've never seen any mbers of the Mine Dungeon raid take slaves as porters."
They suddenly changed the subject of their conversation.
Their faces instantly turned mournful.
As they let out a sigh, indicating their pity but resigned to sties' fate, they heard the soldiers shouting.
"It's ti to return to your respective tents in the slave district of the Nest of Slavery."
The soldiers were ordering everyone to return to the camp.
Their work hours were over.
They hung their pickaxes back on their shoulders.
Slowly, they began to gather.
A sense of relief illuminated the faces of the slaves, brightening the entire place.
However, they suddenly heard a strange sound.
The sound didn't co from the supervising soldiers.
Initially, the sound was faint, coming from deep within the Mine Dungeon.
But gradually, it grew louder and clearer.
At first, they heard echoing footsteps, followed by heavy, labored breathing.
At first, they thought it was the sound of a monster. Many slaves suddenly tensed their bodies. So even accidentally threw their pickaxes with comical movents.
The supervising soldiers quickly coordinated among themselves to prepare for the monsters. They were visibly nervous.
Understandably, they hadn't fought monsters in a very long ti. There had hardly been any cases where monsters erged from the Mine Dungeon during their tenure at the Nest of Slavery.
Fortunately, their worst-case scenario imaginations didn't beco a reality.
"Help!"
Everyone imdiately tensed their gaze as they heard soone cry for help.
But they couldn't see the person yet.
"Has anyone been mining farther than this spot?"
"No. I'm sure this is the deepest mining spot that has been established."
"If that's the case..."
There was only one answer. The person who had ventured deeper into the Mine Dungeon was an adventuring party and the slave they brought along as a porter.
And it was true.
Not long after, their curiosity was answered when they saw the person.
As predicted, the person who had cried for help with a broken voice earlier was the slave brought in as a porter.
"Help! We need assistance. The situation is dire."
***
"Help! We need assistance. The situation is dire."
I kept repeating those words as if I were in a desperate situation.
I made sure to follow each word that ca out of my mouth with gasping breaths, adding urgency to each word.
And finally, I appeared before the slaves who initially seed to be returning to the camp.
There were also vigilant guard soldiers. However, they imdiately looked puzzled when they saw .
Perhaps they were surprised because I not only appeared disheveled and exhausted but also because they saw carrying Sharon in my arms.
Yes, I was currently carrying Sharon in a princess-style hold.
Sharon closed her eyes as if she were unconscious. However, there were occasional twitches in her eyelids, indicating that she was only pretending to be unconscious.
"Please remain silent. We will be discovered if you keep twitching," I whispered softly in her ear.
As if tickled by my voice, her body also twitched.
I beca worried about her acting abilities. Did I make a mistake by involving her in the scenario I had devised?
Earlier, I had asked Claude about how they would trigger the dungeon explosion. It turned out they would use a magic item to attract golems from various places to gather in one location.
Their plan was to show the gathering of golems to the soldiers and slaves in this mining area and then claim that a dungeon explosion had occurred. However, once the slaves and soldiers had returned to the Nest of Slavery, they would disperse the gathered golems.
The magic item they were using was a type of alchemy stone called Flavored Stones. It was a stone specially made to make golems crave it.
With that stone, they could attract many golems to the desired location, like a shepherd leading their livestock.
They planned to attract just enough golems, without actually causing a dungeon explosion. But my plan was the opposite.
So, I instructed Claude and Raiz to spread the Flavored Stones everywhere.
Fortunately, Claude brought a lot of Flavored Stones, so it would be enough to distribute them in the Mine Dungeon. The Flavored Stones were given by the boss of the Nest of Slavery. Perhaps the boss was worried that the given Flavored Stones would be ineffective or sothing? That's why they gave Claude more Flavored Stones than necessary.
While Claude and Raiz were spreading the Flavored Stones, I ran here while carrying Sharon. I told Sharon to pretend to be unconscious for the sake of realism.
But I had indeed run as fast as I could to make my body sweat. That's why I didn't act when I leaned the upper part of my arm against the wall.
When the soldiers saw leaning against the wall, they ran towards .
"What happened?"
"Haa... Haa... It's an ergency. The monsters inside are gathering and starting to rampage. We noticed their movents were not normal. That's at least my brief explanation."
The soldiers' eyes suddenly widened. Their hands gripping rusty weapons began to tremble.
As their eyes t, they already concluded that a disaster was imminent.
Seeing them all silent, I could assu that they believed everything I said. I an, they would never think that a slave like would dare to lie, especially since I was still wearing shackles on my legs.
From the beginning, I didn't want to remove the shackles on my legs because I intended to deceive these soldiers.
"We don't have ti. I can't give you a complete report because it would waste too much ti."
"E-Excuse , but where are the other mbers of the adventurer party that went inside with you, apart from the woman you're carrying?"
Of course, it wouldn't be easy to convince them.
"I have been given orders by the mbers of the adventurer party tasked with exterminating the monsters inside to et Lord Rafferty Billington imdiately. They are currently trying to buy ti."
It would actually be difficult for them to believe that I was given such a task.
They might wonder why I wasn't sacrificed to buy ti. It's a common secret among everyone that the weak are under the dominion of the strong. Looking at it from that perspective, it should have been Claude or Raiz carrying Sharon, not , because it's the easiest task.
But why would they think that way? They couldn't do anything even if they were suspicious.
As I saw them puzzled like frogs, I wanted to shout at them. But...
"W-What he said is... the truth!"
Sharon suddenly opened her eyes after hearing our conversation. She said that everything I said was true. Of course, she said it with a stuttering tone, as if she were in pain.
Not stopping there, she also angrily questioned how long they would hold us here.
For so reason, she looked really angry. Her face even turned red.
"Alright. We will escort you to et him."
So soldiers led .
Then the remaining soldiers imdiately urged everyone to hurry back to the Nest of Slavery.
As we started walking, Sharon suddenly muttered, "How long do I have to be in this embarrassing position?!"
I wondered if she wanted to put her down or not. But strangely, she held onto my arm tightly and hid her face in my chest.
There was a soldier who tried to take my place in carrying Sharon, but I refused. It didn't matter if Sharon wanted to walk on her own, but I still needed her to be close to , so I couldn't let soone else carry her.
Oddly enough, Sharon tightened her grip on my arm after that.
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