Alien world

Chapter 7 7. Old knowledge
Like the dawn at the Tavern of Morning, and the wine of the Lady of Wine.Annan also thought that "haunted" was just a prefix noun for gold mine.

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

When Annan came back to his senses, the ghost disappeared and Martin was not around.

Picking up the iron pick that Martin dropped, Annan walked backwards with the oil lamp in hand, and found Martin who was digging the rock wall in the dark with a broken iron pick.

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

"What are you doing?"

"Mining."

"That was a ghost just now?"

Martin said fluently: "The ghosts are just the ghosts of dead miners. There is nothing to be afraid of wandering in the mines day after day without sanity."

"What about your picks?" Annan asked him, leaning on the two picks.

"Here." Martin raised the broken pickaxe and exclaimed in surprise, "Why did it break!"

Putting the pickaxe to Martin, Annan recalled that the reaction of the ghost was similar to that of Martin. It seemed that the ghost was not as scary as imagined?
Just in case, Annan took Martin back to the shallow layer, and changed to a mine with miners to continue digging.

The clanging sound echoing from the depths gradually brought a sense of security.

A few minutes later, Annan, with sore muscles, drilled out of the low mine hole hewn by former miners.Leaning against the oil lamp to rest, watching Martin continue to wield the pickaxe in the cramped mine.

In the 60 copper coins that old Zuo Lun gave every day, Martin did at least 55 copper coins.

After a short rest, Annan suddenly became monotonous when he heard the echoing knocking sound.Soon, accompanied by the rattling sound of the iron chain, a pair of bare feet stepped on the gravel and appeared at the edge of the oil lamp.

The dark brown skin only covered up the tattered sackcloth. To Annan, the big iron pick looked like a child's toy for digging sand in its hands.

The shadow over the profiled head is revealed as it bows its head, revealing the horns of the forehead.

"We meet again."

"It's you?"

Annan's memory of this half-tauren is still fresh.

"Stay away from my cousin!"

Suddenly there was a shout in the short cave, and Martin, who remembered Aunt Susan's instruction, rushed out of the mine with the pickaxe.But he forgot that the mine was not high, so he knocked his head against the rock wall and passed out.

Annan looked at Martin silently. Martin never disappoints in terms of disappointment.

The half tauren glanced at the fainted Martin: "Don't be nervous, boy, I won't hurt you."

"I know."

So Annan didn't even stand up and no one was going to be hurt except Martin.

"You don't look like family."

Martin's hair was tawny, Annan's was dusty gray, but the tauren had seen him in black.

"It's just adoption..." Annan brushed off the question, "Are you free?"

wow-

The half-tauren stepped out of the darkness, allowing Annan to see the thick iron shackles on its ankles.

It was sold to the gold mines anyway.

"I'm curious..." the half-tauren's deep voice asked, "Why do you show mercy to a bastard with dirty blood?"

Anando took some time to understand the awkward words, and then replied: "I have seen the most holy erinyas, and I have also seen the ugliest Holy Light cultists."

Annan stole it from the bard, and the bard stole it from elsewhere.

In the stories of bards, succubi also have chaste virgins, and elves also have lustful children.

"Have you encountered a ghost, too?"

Annan asked the half tauren who came back from the depths.Then it says: "No wonder. Gold mines are the land of the dead that best showcases the brutality of humanity."

Annan couldn't understand it, but he thought it made sense.

"See you next time."

The half tauren bid farewell to Annan and left with the sound of iron chains clattering.Annan watched it merge into the dark figure, thinking that his whisper made him want to come to say hello?
"Well……"

A muffled groan came, and the groaning Martin sat up covering his forehead, "Where's that monster..."

"gone."

"Did you see how it knocked me out?" Martin grabbed the 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.

Drowsy Martin couldn't continue digging, and Annan persisted for more than ten minutes before getting out with his arms drooping.The old Zuolun who came over to check later had a bad face, or the air quality was worrying.

For the sake of the wound, he asked Martin and Annan not to work any more today.

He was not afraid of Huo Lin, but he was afraid of being broken by Susan.

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

The air is crisp and the sun is warm, it never seemed so good.After returning to the shed, old Zoren took the basket.Not long after, old Zuolun came back with Konglan on his shoulders, his only good leg was shaking non-stop. Annan guessed that he still hadn't gained anything today.

"Do another day tomorrow."

The basket he had put down contained some loaves of black bread and a bowl of salty peas.

The salty peas are very sour, and it goes well with the cold hard black bread.

Old Zuolun was not bad, but he was a little impatient. After all, he was responsible for the 60 copper coins a day for the two of them.But as long as he is lucky enough to find a fist-sized gold mine, he can make a lot of money.

When Annan and Martin were sitting in front of the shed to eat, there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the gold mine.

A group of miners escaped from the mine with squeaking bats, shouting words like ghosts, ghosts.

Apparently they also encountered a ghost.

Some miners escaped one after another, and refused to go to the mine no matter what they said.The foremen gathered together to discuss a solution, and old Zoren stood out of place among them.

Annan saw the half tauren again.It was sitting in front of the house, holding a dilapidated and yellowed book, looking like a learned scholar under the sunlight.

The foremen quickly negotiated a solution. They called an apprentice mage from nowhere, and then gathered a group of miners who were barely able to fight. Annan saw that the half-tauren was also in the team.

As the specks of light spilling into distant forests turned yellow, miners emerged from the haunted goldfields, claiming they had exorcised the undead.

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

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the evening, Annan sharpened a charcoal pencil, recalled the ghosts in the mouth of bards, and wrote on the papyrus with deep thought:

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

"To the most terrifying undead, I know you exist..."

After Annan finished writing, he simply scanned the crooked typos and traces of smearing. As a person who has been literate for a week, his writing is already very good.

At best there are vigils, but people will not be so altruistic.

At this time, Annan suddenly had a stomachache. Annan, who was about to paste the papyrus on the door, handed over the matter to the idle Martin, and walked towards the woods with the remaining papyrus.

The salty peas were not sour.

A few ten minutes later, the weak Annan came back, 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 with the door opening, stuck to the bottom of his feet as he stepped on it, and climbed onto the bed with Annan.

(End of this chapter)