Dungeon+Harem+Master: Chapter 4 - "Meshi is delicious even if you don't work"

As punishment, the storekeeper was given the task of cutting down trees near the prison. This place, built on the outskirts of the royal capital, is located on a small hill, surrounded by forest and a gentle slope.

In anticipation of the prisoners' rebellion, there were about fifty prisoners equipped with steel armor and weapons, and the storekeepers were allowed to use a low-toothed saw and a wooden hoe for removal. They cut down the surrounding trees and dug up the remaining roots with a hoe. The hundred or so prisoners engaged in the labor had the eyes of losers in their eyes.

Here, the brewer teamed up with a man named McKinley who was in his forties.

He said, "So, I'm your partner from today, Brother ".

McKinley had a face that looked like a skinny mantis, but he was unexpectedly caring and taught me how to work.

Anyway, he doesn't work too hard.

Logging work lasts from sunrise to sunset. If you work as hard as you can from start to finish, your body won't be able to handle it.

However, if you pull out too much, the guard's prison graduate will mercilessly hit you with the club you got, so you have to keep a certain speed while pulling out moderately.

 Doing it diligently will not shorten your sentence. On the other hand, if you're spotted, you won't live more than three days. I've got to do it in moderation.

We dug up the stumps, which were firmly rooted in the ground, with a hoe and carried them with a mokko.

It is a very simple task, but its labor intensity is not ordinary. The excavated soil had to be carefully backfilled, and the surrounding forests were endlessly large, and I couldn't think that the power of about 100 people would be enough.

In addition, the brewer was separated from Koizumi and others and was put in a cell.

He couldn't openly chat while he was working, but he was too bored in the cell by himself.

(Let's go. It's a soul that makes me a bocce. I'm lonely, I want to talk.)

It is a clear harassment of Kamarovic. It is a strategy to isolate one brewer from a close prisoner and hunt down the spirit. Physical labor of more than 10 hours and monotonous repetition without moisture. After seven days, the light gradually disappeared from the eyes of the brewer.

"Even so, what I can't stand is the bad food."

The school lunch distributed in the morning and evening was porridge like diarrheal stool and a small piece of corn bread. No protein was given and there was no saltiness. When the salt is removed, humans gradually lose their courage. This salt removal was endured by the brewers who were accustomed to the strong seasoning of modern Japan.

Life without end and hope. The days when the summoners lost their eyes on release seemed to be walking endlessly on an endless road.

The incident happened on the eighth day.

"what?"

As usual, when the brewer was carrying Mokko in cooperation with McKinley, a prisoner's cry was heard from under the slope near the forest.

"No, no, no, no, no, Kland! Run!"

"Hey, hey. What happened !?"

McKinley shouted like crazy, then threw Mokko and ran towards the prison.

The prisoners fled the place with one will, like a flock of gazelle chased by lions.

The brewer didn't understand the reason and ran up the slope following McKinley. Oddly, the prison graduate refused to blame him for abandoning his labor, slowly lumping together and extending his gaze downwards. I was confused, but I looked down in the same way.

There, prisoners working near the forest away from the building were seen swarming in small black objects.

"What the hell is that?"

"That's a goblin. The guy who lives near this forest. Sometimes he attacks me. Shit !!"

Goblins were subhumans found throughout the Kingdom of Romulus and the surrounding countries.

Short, suspicious, weak, but fertile, it resembles a small demon.

Through the official language Romulus, some tribes have powers that even human species cannot be underestimated in some regions.

Although it is not unusual, the brewer was a strange creature that I saw for the first time in this world.

McKinley shook his tongue violently when poisoned. The prisoners watch the prisoners attacked, waving their hands as if they were enjoying the show. Perhaps betting was also being made, I saw colanders spinning around to put bronze coins.

The goblins stab the prisoners who were late to escape with something like a short harpoon, and they defeat them neatly. The fallen prisoners struggled to escape, moving violently like fish caught. Only a heartbreaking scream echoes under my eyes.

If you look, a flock of goblins has decapitated a stuck prisoner and dragged him with his leg. The orderly movement reminded me of a trained army.

"There aren't many prey around here, so they sometimes attack us as we work."

McKinley moaned with regret while trembling with a pale face. His back, with his fear firmly attached, shrank like an old man. It showed that their raids were repeated many times.

"Do they eat humans?"

"It seems that humans don't eat anything. Goblins take the decapitated humans back to their nests, chop the meat and mix it with livestock feed. Mountain wild boars usually eat rabbits. "

The brewer, pale, was trembling with the violence at his feet. Did he move forward without knowing? McKinley grabbed his shoulder and shook his face from side to side.

"If you're trying to help the guys below, don't do it. It can't be helped. There are hundreds of them. As expected, they won't attack the armed prison graduates. It's okay if you're near the building. Besides, I wonder if I got it somewhere, but I'm armed with a sword and a spear. I can't do anything with my bare hands. I can't give up on the one who was late to escape. "

"But"

"I can't help it. Anyway, when I work near the forest, I have to look around. If I think it's a little dangerous, I run away without thinking about people. That's here. The secret to longevity "

It was at the same time that the brewer clenched his teeth.

I heard the voice of a young woman mixed with the screams of the thick men.

As I moved her point of view violently, I saw a small shadow running far beyond her slope.

The gray robe is torn off and her brown hair is fluttering in the wind.

The strange side that hides her face was something familiar to her.

"Oh, it's a maggot !!"

Someone in the prisoner shouted. Immediately, the men were colored.

"I went down the hill to throw away the garbage and got together with the goblins !!"

"This guy doesn't follow me at all."

Four goblins are chasing the back of the staggering and gasping maggot.

"Wait, don't help me now !!"

"Oh, I'll go too"

Is it rich in spirituality? Or maybe they expected to thank them after they helped, two men who didn't hide their motives went down the hill to help Maggot. Only the voice was dashing. As one of the men screamed and ran down, an arrow was shot violently from the depths of the forest.

"Uooo"

One person was immediately shot through his throat, belly, and chest, and then rolled down the slope and died.

It is quite close to the hill where the brewers are. I could see the work of the goblins. The blue-black, smooth-headed demons pierced the still warm chunks of meat with their blades and treated them carefully. I embedded a dagger in my throat, amputated my neck, and kicked it down the slope as if it was in the way.

Insert the blade into the base of the shoulder of the body where blood blows out, and cut off the arm dexterously.

The corpse, which consisted only of the torso and legs, seemed like an unreal object. Maybe Maggot had already lost the energy to escape, and he was sitting frozen by his side. He may be completely out of his hips. The hood he was wearing came off and I could see the strange thing sticking out of his head.

"Ear……!"

The brewer's eyesight is excellent. The two ears protruding above Maggot's head were, by all means, not human, but beast's.

"What is Ajin? Chi"

"No matter how much a woman is, it's a livestock style."

When the brewer was gazing at the strange ears protruding from Magott's head, the prisoners who were sympathetically watching moved away from the hill one after another to the prison eaves.

"What's wrong with everyone? What's the sub-human!"

"Huh? Where are you from? Well, from the shape of your ears, you're a Warcat tribe. There's no point in giving your life to help."

When the brewer stood stunned, McKinley looked tired and supplemented the words of the prisoner man.

"I don't know if you're a newcomer, but here there is a jinx that you can't get out of prison until you die when you hold an Ajin woman. I'm sorry for Maggot, so I was working with that side on. Probably. If you get caught, I'm sure there is no one who will be happy to receive his meal. I knew rumors that you could see delicious eyes.

McKinley turned his back. After dismantling the prey, the goblins touched the hem of the maggot's robe. Goblins flock to a small body that will no longer scream.

The brewer's cheeks burned hot like fire.

He noticed that he was running with a hoe.

A stopping voice flew from behind him.

Is it okay?

If I stood here, I wouldn't be me anymore.

The brewer barked sharply and struck his hoe down the goblin's head.

A squeaky, dull feel remained in his hands.

The devil's monster, whose brain was struck hard, cramped his limbs and flipped over behind him.

"Stand up! This is it !!"

"Eh ...?"

The brewer pulled the maggot with Gui and kicked the goblins in the crowd.

With a height of 183, a brewer with a height of nearly 80 kilometers and a goblin with less than 140 bodies do not even push each other.

The remaining three goblins screamed and poked.

Although small, each had a small dagger in his hand.

The brewer enthusiastically swung his hoe around, covering the maggot and gradually retreating.

"Uh !?"

I neglected to observe the surroundings, probably because I was just in front of him. The goblins who sensed the crisis of his companion fired an arrow and started support shooting. The arrowhead digs deep into the wrist, right shoulder, and flank. Kurodo, who was just a college student, literally killed each other for the first time in his life.

There is neither preparedness nor shit. Only the fact that he was shot with an arrow came to his mind.

Fear is stronger than pain.

A tremor comes from Maggot's body clinging to his back. Perhaps the fear was contagious, I couldn't move my body well. His field of vision narrows rapidly.

A goblin blade that pierced head-on pierced his belly deeply. It doesn't hurt. In front of him, there was a bright red burning, and the hair on his spine stood up.

He put his right hand around the goblin's neck with all his might and tightened it.

He smashed his neck with a rattling noise. When I saw a strange monster blowing blood bubbles, something blew out.

I pulled the hand of Magott and ran.

Several arrows stood on his back.

Swing down the hoe toward the face of the goblin who is persistently chasing.

A dull sound was heard and the handle was broken.

As breathing became intense and rough, I couldn't think of anything because my head was boiled.

I saw the prison graduates approaching in a desperate manner.

A glance at the back.

The goblins left as the tide pulled, perhaps because they had seen many humans and gave up.

"It's all right now.

I hold her in my arms.

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