Like the dawn of the Dawn Tavern, the wine of the wine lady. Annan also thought that "haunted" was just a prefix for gold mines.

But I didn't expect haunting to be a verb.

When Annan came back to his senses, the ghost disappeared and Martin was no longer around

Picking up the pickaxe that Martin had dropped, Annan walked backwards with an oil lamp and found Martin digging into a rock wall in the darkness with a broken pickaxe.

It was as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

"What are you doing?"

"Mining."

"That was the ghost?"

Martin said smoothly: "The ghost is just the ghost of a dead miner. There is nothing to be afraid of wandering around the mines day after day without losing your mind. ”

"And what about your pickaxe?" Annan leaned on two pickaxes and asked him.

"Here." Martin lifted the broken pickaxe and exclaimed in surprise, "How did it break!" ”

Shoving the pickaxe to Martin, Annan recalled that the ghost reacted similarly to Martin, as if the ghost was not as scary as he imagined?

Just in case, Annan took Martin back to the shallow level and continued digging in a different hole with miners.

The clanging sound that reverberates from the depths gradually brings a sense of security.

A few minutes later, with sore muscles, Annan drilled out of the low, hollow hole that had been carved out by former miners. Leaning against the oil lamp, he watched as Martin continued to wield his pickaxe in the cramped mine.

Old Pete paid 60 copper coins a day, and Martin worked at least 55 copper coins.

After resting for a while, Annan heard the echoing percussion and suddenly became monotonous. Soon, with the clatter of the chains, a pair of bare feet stepped on the gravel, appearing on the edge of the oil light.

The dark brown skin only covered the tattered linen, and some large iron pickaxes for Annan looked like children's toys digging sand in his hands.

The shadow that looms over the contoured head is revealed by its low head, revealing the horns of the forehead.

"We meet again."

"Is that you?"

Annan remembers the half-minotaur vividly.

"Stay away from my cousin!"

Suddenly there was a shout in the cave, and Martin, who remembered Aunt Susan's instructions, grabbed the pickaxe and rushed out of the mine. But he forgot that the mine was not high, and he slammed into the rock wall and knocked unconscious.

Annan looked at Martin in silence, and Martin never disappointed when it came to disappointment.

The half-minotaur glanced at Martin, who had fainted, "Don't be nervous, boy, I won't hurt you." ”

"I know."

So Annan didn't even stand up, and no one would be hurt, except Martin.

"You don't look like a family."

Martin's hair was tawny, and Annan's dusty hair was gray, but the half-minotaur had seen his black hair.

"Just adopt......" Annan perfunctorily asked, "Are you free?" ”

Whoop -

The half-minotaur stepped out of the darkness to let Annan see the thick iron shackles on its ankles.

It was still sold to the gold mines.

"I'm curious...... "Why do you show pity for a bastard with dirty blood" asked the half-minotaur's deep voice."

Annando took a moment to comprehend the awkward words, and then replied, "I have seen the most holy demons of lust, and I have seen the ugliest of the Cultists of the Light. ”

It was stolen by Annan from the bard, who stole it from somewhere else.

In the story of the bard, the succubus also has a chaste virgin, and the elf also has a strong lustful baby.

"Have you encountered a ghost too?"

Annan asked the half-minotaur who had returned from the depths. Then it said, "It's not strange. The gold mine is the place where the brutal side of humanity is best revealed. ”

Annan didn't understand, but felt it made sense.

"See you next time."

The half-minotaur and Annan said goodbye and left with the sound of chains. Annan looked at its figure as it melted into the darkness, thinking that it was his own whisper at that time that made it want to come and say hello?

"Hmm......"

A muffled snort came, and a moaning Martin sat up with his forehead covered, "What about that monster......"

"Gone."

"Did you see how it knocked me unconscious?" Martin grabbed his pickaxe and got up, "I didn't react at all. ”

Annan thought to himself, don't say you didn't react, it didn't react either.

Martin, whose head was drowsy, could not continue to dig, and Annan held on for more than ten minutes before he came out with his arms drooping. Later, the old Pete who came to check on his face was not very good-looking, or the air quality was worrisome.

For the sake of the wounds, he told Martin and Annan not to have to work today.

He was not afraid of Hollin, but he was afraid of Susan breaking his other leg.

Annan picked up the basket containing the suspected ore and followed him out of the dreary mine.

With fresh air and warm sunshine, these have never seemed so good. When he returned to the shack, old Zollen took the basket with him. It didn't take long for old Zoren to come back with empty blue, and his only good leg was shaking, and Annan guessed that there was still no harvest today.

"Tomorrow for another day."

The basket he put down contained a few pieces of brown bread and a bowl of salted peas.

Salted peas are very sour, and they go well with cold and hard brown bread.

The old Zoren is not bad, but he is a little impatient, after all, he bears the 60 copper coins a day for the two of them. However, if he is lucky enough to find a fist-sized gold mine, he can make a fortune.

As Annan and Martin sat in front of the hut to eat, there was a sudden noise at the entrance to the gold mine.

A group of miners escaped from the mine accompanied by squeaky bats, shouting words like ghosts, ghosts.

Looks like they've bumped into ghosts too.

One after another, some miners escaped, saying that they would not go down the mine again. The foremen gathered to discuss what to do, and old Zoren stood between them looking out of place.

Annan saw the half-minotaur again. It sat in front of the door, holding a shabby, yellowed book, like an erudite scholar in the sunlight.

The foremen quickly figured out what to do, and they called out of nowhere for a mage apprentice, and then gathered a group of miners who could barely fight, and Annan saw that the half-minotaur was also in the ranks.

As the specks of light that spilled into the distant forest turned yellow, the miners burrowed out of the haunted gold mines, claiming that they had banished the undead.

Annan didn't know if it was true or not, but he made up his mind to only move at the entrance of the mine tomorrow, even if old Zorn begged him.

In the afterglow of dusk, Annan sharpened a charcoal pen, recalled the ghost in the bard's mouth, and wrote on papyrus:

[To the loveliest of the dead:

I know your existence, I know that you don't welcome us, we just want to mine, and I hope you give me a chance and won't bother in the future. 】

"To the most terrible of the undead, I know you exist......"

Annan, who finished writing, simply swept away the crooked typos and scribbles, and as a person who had been literate for a week, he had already written very well.

The best-case scenario is that there is a vigil, but everyone will not be so selfless.

At this time, Annan suddenly had a cramp in his stomach, and Annan, who was about to put the papyrus on the door, handed over the matter to Martin, who was idle, and walked to the woods with the rest of the papyrus.

Salted peas are not sour.

Dozens of minutes later, a weakened Annan returned, glanced at the papyrus on the door, and pushed open the wooden door.

He didn't notice that the papyrus, which was not firmly glued, fell as the door opened, stuck to the soles of his feet as he stepped on it, and climbed into bed with Annan.