Aunt Susan is kind, forgiving, and kind-hearted.

The next morning, she still took Martin with her and went to the market in Pinglin Town.

Unlike in the past, Annan and Martin have only sold firewood in a hurry, occasionally wandering the streets, never approaching the street shops and food vendors.

But today, Aunt Susan took the initiative to take them to the fragrant bazaar without breakfast.

The sweetness of baked bread and the smell of meat on the grill accompanied the morning mist in the bazaar, and the steak on the barbecue reminded Annan of a half-minotaur...... By this time, the miners should have entered the mine.

"Annan? Annan? Aunt Susan lovingly woke up a distracted Annan, "What do you want to eat?" ”

……

"Anything...... Anything......"

Old Zorren, with his iron pickaxe, mingled among the miners. He was lame, old, muttering, and depressed like a vagabond.

Going into the mine alone is a risky decision. But at least he didn't have to pay anyone a salary, and all the harvest from the gold mine was his own - and, crucially, he had picked up one piece of ore, so why couldn't he pick up a second one?

Old Zollen, who thought luck was on his side, burrowed into the fork in the road, completely oblivious to a figure dragging rusty shackles looking at him not far away.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

Tasia dragged the chains, ignoring the disgusting gaze of the miners around her, and silently followed the team deep into the gold mines.

Stopping in the depths of the mine, Tasia wielded her pickaxe and sparks exploded, peeling a large cloud of rubble from the rock face.

"Hey, Minotaur, get out of the way."

The words from behind her made Tasia stop, and without scrambling for anything, she walked back past the two miners.

"Damn orc slaves...... Bah. ”

They are more vulgar than orcs, cowardly than goblins, and greedier than dragons.

Tasia stayed away from the talking miners, and the horns that had made her feel ashamed and wanted to cut off had long since stopped thinking as her experience grew.

She thought of the boy named "Annan". He had not been like other humans, with disgust or contempt in his eyes, though the occasional outpouring of pity and sympathy had made Tasia uncomfortable.

Two miners, who had driven away the half-minotaur, picked up the gravel and continued to excavate. They are not slaves, and they are rewarded for digging ore.

Rubble splattered, and the sound of clanging chisels echoed through the depths of the mine.

It didn't take long for a miner to stop, confused.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

Confused, his companion lowered his axe, and then heard the sound of noisy footsteps behind him.

The two miners looked at the darkness beyond the oil lamp in confusion, and at one point, a hideous head covered in scales emerged, followed by a second, and then a third......

"Don't, don't be afraid! The foreman said that kobolds only attack many fewer enemies than them! ”

The miner said to his companion in a trembling voice, doing nothing. Even the two kobolds they faced weren't as high as their waists. But at this moment, the noisy barking of dogs sounded again in the depths of the mine, and more and more kobolds emerged from the darkness.

Two miners missed their last chance out of timidity.

"No—"

The kobolds raised their crooked short spears and stabbed at the screaming miners—

……

Annan looked up at the shy Martin, looked down at the saliva-stained wooden skewers stuck in the potato sticks, and had to give the potato sticks to him.

Aunt Susan was still paying and didn't notice the movement behind her. By the time she turned around, Martin had finished his fries and destroyed his body.

"Is it delicious?" The smiling Aunt Susan's eyes were almost out of sight.

"It smells pretty good." Annan said.

……

"Damn, is there another idiot pulling shit somewhere?"

A miner suddenly sniffed around, cursing at the foul air that smelled of feces, "Evil ...... I'm going to change places before I spit it out......"

The miner dragged the pickaxe deeper into the depths, and no one paid attention to him, and the others continued to wield the pickaxe in a dull manner. It wasn't long before they suddenly heard a noise coming from the depths, followed by a terrible scream.

The miner who had left not long ago ran back with a wail, an iron pickaxe peeking through his chest, dragging behind him two kobolds who were clutching and barking at wooden handles. The miners, who were getting slower and slower, fell, losing their voice.

Plop –

The miners screamed and threw away their picks and fled, and no one wanted to resist because the kobolds poured out like a tidal wave.

The anthill-like burrows scattered the miners, who were in groups of three or five at most. When these kobolds, dressed in rags and shaped like small children, rushed out, they could only flee in panic, surrounded by kobolds who were catching up or blocking the way, and countless spears and pickaxes smashed on their fragile bodies—

……

The chef skillfully cuts the barbecue into strips of meat, holds it with a spatula, and puts it into a brown paper bag,

Martin's outstretched palm was slapped off by Aunt Susan, and he gently placed the brown paper bag on Annan's hand.

"Little Annan eat more, you are still growing your body."

Annan picked up the brown paper bag, and suddenly retracted his hand because of the burning at the bottom of the paper bag.

"Shhh...... It's hot! ”

……

The sparks splashing on the back of his hand made the miner shake his hand. When the jingle that filled his ears faded, he was dazed by the commotion. He saw the miners running out in terror, and subconsciously fled.

The chaotic crowd kicked down the baskets, and the gold-streaked ore rolled out, shimmering with a dull golden glow under the oil lamp.

Kobolds are short and weak, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and always raising a butcher's knife to the weaker. But the miners, who are seized by fear and only know how to flee, undoubtedly fit the definition of the weaker.

Fugitive old Zoren saw a miner jumped up and bit between his legs when a miner was being pursued—

……

The hot sleeks flowed down the corners of Martin's mouth, distorting Martin's face.

Annan waited patiently for it to cool down before opening his mouth to bite down. The orange egg yolk is sticky and flowing, and the flavor spreads in the taste buds.

"Annan, there's a trick over there!"

Martin pulled Annan and squeezed towards the most crowded part of the market.

……

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! ”

The miners crowded into the mine and fell into a ball.

Tasia grabbed old Zorren like a rock in a river. One of the foremen saw this and yelled at her, "Slave, you should protect me, not the old man!" ”

"I'll save him as a minotaur, and you just want to abandon your compatriots?" Tasia said.

Suddenly, a terrible scream erupted in the crowd.

"Kobold Warlock !!"

A sudden flash of light filled the cavern, and then the fireball exploded in the crowd—

……

The enveloping heat wave caused a wave of exclamations.

Annan hid quickly, and Martin was not spared, and his yellow-brown forehead hair was permed and curly.

The exclamated townsfolk threw copper coins at the circus performers who were clutching torches and spitting liquor.

Annan had a wonderful otherworldly holiday.

On the way back, he hears the townspeople talking about something going wrong with the haunted gold mine.