Alien world

Chapter 10 10. Annan's Happy Holiday

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

In the early morning of the next day, she took Martin with her and went to the market in Pinglin Town together.

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

But today, Aunt Susan took the initiative to take them who didn't have breakfast to the market filled with fragrance.

The sweetness of the baked bread and the smell of meat on the grill accompanied the market in the morning mist. The steak on the grill reminded Annan of the half tauren... At this time, the miners should have entered the mine.

"Annan? Annan?" Aunt Susan lovingly awakened Annan who was distracted, "What do you want to eat?"

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"Anything...anything..."

Old Zoren with his pickaxe mingled among the miners.He was lame, old, grumbling, and down and out like a bum.

Going into the mine alone is a dangerous decision.But at least he didn't have to pay anyone, and all the gains in the gold mine belonged to him—and most importantly, he had picked up one ore, why couldn't he pick up a second?

Old Zoren, who thought luck was on his side, got into the fork road mine, completely unaware of a figure dragging rusty shackles looking at him not far away.

Whoa- whoa-

Tasia dragged the iron chain, ignoring the disgusted gazes of the surrounding miners, and silently followed the team deep into the gold mine.

Stopping in the depths of the mine, Tasia swung the iron pick, and the sparks splashed, peeling off a large piece of rubble from the rock wall.

"Hey Minotaur, get out of the way."

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

"Damn orc slave... Bah."

They are cruder than orcs, weaker than goblins, and greedier than dragons.

Tasia was far away from the miners who talked about it, and the pair of horns that made her feel ashamed and wanted to cut off had long since grown in experience.

She thought of the boy named "Annan".He never held hatred or contempt in his eyes like other humans, although the occasional pity and sympathy made Tasia uncomfortable.

The two miners who drove off the tauren picked up the gravel and continued to dig.They are not slaves, and they are rewarded for digging ore.

Gravel splashed, and the sound of clanging and gouging echoed in the depths of the mine.

Not long after, a miner stopped suspiciously.

"Did you hear that?"

"what?"

The companion put down the ax suspiciously, and then heard noisy footsteps behind him.

The two miners looked suspiciously at the darkness beyond the halo of the oil lamp. At a certain moment, a hideous scale-covered head emerged, followed by the second, and the third...

"Don't, don't be afraid! The foreman said that the kobolds only attack far fewer enemies than they do!"

The miner trilled and talked to his companions, but did nothing.Even if the two kobolds they faced were not as tall as their waists.But at this moment, the noisy dog ​​barks sounded from the depths of the mine again, and more and more kobolds emerged from the darkness.

The two miners missed their last chance due to timidity.

"Do not--"

The kobolds thrust crooked spears at the screaming miners—

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Annan looked up at the shy Martin, and looked down at the saliva-stained wooden stick on the potato sticks, so he had to give him the potato sticks.

Aunt Susan was still paying and didn't notice the movement behind her.By the time she turned around, Martin had finished eating the potato chips and destroying the body.

"Is it delicious?" The smiling Aunt Susan almost lost her eyesight.

"It smells good," Annan said.

……

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

A miner suddenly sniffed around, cursing the stale air waving the smell of feces, "Damn... I'm going to change places before I spit it out..."

The miner dragged the pickaxe to the depths, but no one paid any attention to him, and the others continued to swing the pickaxe dully.Not long after, they suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the depths, followed by a scream.

The miner who had left not long ago ran back howling, with an iron pick sticking out of his chest, and behind him dragged two kobolds holding wooden handles and barking.The miner, whose footsteps were getting slower and slower, fell down and lost his voice.

thump--

The miners screamed and dropped their picks and turned to run. No one wanted to resist, because the kobolds were pouring out like a tide.

The ant-hill-like mines scattered the miners, who lived in groups of three or five at most.When these kobolds with ragged clothes and the shape of children rushed out barking and barking, they could only flee in panic, surrounded by chasing or blocking the way, and countless spears and pickaxes smashed on their fragile bodies ——

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The chef skillfully cuts the grilled meat into strips, holds them up with a shovel, and puts them in kraft paper bags.
Aunt Susan slapped Martin's outstretched palm off, and gently placed the kraft paper bag in Annan's hand.

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

Annan picked up the kraft paper bag, but suddenly withdrew his hand when the bottom of the paper bag was burning.

"Hiss... so hot!"

……

The sparks splashing on the back of the hand caused the miner to shake his hand.When the jingle that filled his ears faded away, he was at a loss for the noise that came.He saw the miners running out in terror, and subconsciously followed.

The chaotic crowd kicked down the basket, and the ore with golden patterns rolled out, shining dark gold under the oil lamp.

Kobolds are short and weak, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and always raise the butcher's knife to the weaker.But the miner, seized by fear and only knowing to flee, certainly fits the definition of the weaker.

Old Zoren, who was on the run, saw a miner jumped up and bitten between his legs by a chasing kobold——

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The hot drizzled eggs flowed along the corners of Martin's mouth, causing Martin's face to twist.

Annan waited patiently for it to cool down before opening his mouth and biting down.The orange-yellow egg yolk is viscous and flowing, and the fresh fragrance spreads on the taste buds.

"Annan, there are tricks over there!"

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

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"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze!"

The miners crowded the mine and fell into a ball.

Tasia held old Zoren like a rock in a river.A foreman saw this and yelled at her: "Slave, you should protect me, not the old man!"

"I, a tauren, would save him, but you just want to abandon your compatriots?" Tasia said.

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke out in the crowd.

"Kobold Warlock!!!"

The suddenly emerging light filled the mine, and then the fireball exploded among the crowd——

……

The engulfing heat wave caused bursts of exclamation.

Annan hid quickly, and Martin was not spared, his tawny forehead hair was permed and curled.

The exclaimed townspeople threw copper coins at the circus performers holding torches and spitting alcohol.

Annan had a wonderful vacation in another world.

On the way back, he heard the townspeople talking about what happened to the haunted gold mine.

(End of this chapter)