Fidel, the one who once fought me in the adventurer registration test, now appeared before me.
He comes off with confidence in every step he takes.
When he saw me, he smiled.
"We meet again, Mesties."
He acted like we were best friends from the start. His hand waved slightly upwards.
Judging by the sly smile on his lips, He didn't seem surprised to see me here.
"Don't make such a questioning face. Just so you know, I've been an underling of Marquess Stronghold from the start."
"And then?"
"Haha. If you're really curious. I'll tell you. Do you remember that when we first met, I said that I was in a hurry to finish a request? Well, do you know what request I received?"
He approached me and put his arm around my shoulder. Then he whispered in my ear, "The truth was, I was given the task from the beginning to look for people who could be used as slaves by Marquess Stronghold. Especially newcomers to Burgenfield city."
My eyes shifted to his face without me having to turn my head.
Finally, he let go of the hand he was holding onto my shoulder, saying, "But who would have thought that you would already be a slave without me having the chance to report to Marquess Stronghold."
I want to thank him for bothering to explain all of that. However, I don't really care.
In my eyes, he is still someone who is not important.
"By the way, why did you guys come to me? Is there anything I can help you with?"
I ignored Fidel and asked the rest of the crowd.
They looked like they were holding back laughter. Maybe because I had neglected Fidel.
Before Fidel could go into a rage, where he was already gritting his teeth and wanting to punch me, one of them explained to me why they were coming at me.
That person was a swordsman who seemed to be the leader of the petulant party.
[Name: Claude.
Titles: Warrior, Swordsman, Adventurer, Attacker.
Stats:
(Strengths: A) (Speed: C) (Endurance: D) (Agility: E) (Mana Core: Middle.)
Skills:
Mountain-splitting sword, body cultivation…]
His name turned out to be Claude.
Looking at the stats he had, his strength was at a fairly high level for a warrior. If for the size of an adventurer, maybe he is in rank A.
Apart from his fairly high ability, his appearance looks very average.
But what made me feel a little worried, he stopped Obud and Hory from speaking. It's as if he told the others that he was the leader.
"We're in need of additional Porters. Can you come with us in today's raid?"
"Why should it be me?"
"Then, should I offer this thing to someone else?"
He looked at the other slaves and said, "Is anyone here willing to be our porter today?"
No answer.
They just kept mining and pretended they didn't hear him scream. Their eyes occasionally glanced at me.
From the look in their eyes, it was clear, they were telling me to be the one making the sacrifice.
Being a porter for a raid monster team is not easy. I am aware of that. Even if it was out there, being a porter was a life akin to hell.
Unlike being a porter out there who can work for days, from what I've heard before, this monster raid team will only last for a short while.
Even though it was only for a short time, they could be used as sacrificial lambs if something unexpected happened. So, it was only natural that many slaves would refuse.
"Phew."
I pretended to try to make amends.
I gave him a look that said, 'This time, I'm sacrificing for all of you, remember!'
And then they nodded as if they understood what I meant.
It's not bad to make them owe me. When I release them later, they can become even more obedient.
Even though I knew that these people, Party Adventurer, Obud and Hory, and Fidel, had wanted to target me from the start.
"See! No one will, right?! So are you going to reject our offer as well?"
"Very well. I accept your offer."
As soon as I agreed, they immediately smiled. Especially Claude, Fidel, Obud, and Hory. It's just that, the meaning or motive behind their smile looks different.
They handed me several bags full of food. They told me to bring it all.
Automatically, on my shoulder full of bags full of food. I saw some warm wheat bread and some dried meat in there.
To be clear, all the food had been wrapped in leaves so it wouldn't get dirty anyway.
It doesn't stop with bags full of food. They also gave me various backup weapons.
With the punk holding the weight of the bag full of food, both of my hands were holding various spare weapons. Then we went deeper into the mine dungeon.
When we had been deep enough, no further mining activity was detected.
Chunks of magic stones became more and more visible with our footsteps.
Previously, at the entrance to the dungeon, there were only magic stones after walking a few tens of meters. Now, after just walking a few meters, you will already be standing in front of the magic stones.
While they haven't made any moves yet, I take advantage of this time to look at all of their status windows.
The first was Fidel. Has his status window changed in the last few days?
[Name: Fidel.
Titles: Warrior, Swordsman, Adventurer.
Stats:
(Strength: B) (Speed: E) (Endurance: D) (Agility: E) (Mana Core: Low.)
Skills:
Sword Mastery, Body Cultivation.]
Turns out his stats are still the same.
'He's still at rank B as an Adventurer, huh.'
Then I looked at Obud and Hory.
[Name: Obud.
Title: Marquess Stronghold Soldier.
Stats:
(Strength: C) (Endurance: E) (Agility: E) (Mana Core: Low.)
Skills:
Spear mastery.]
[Name: Hori.
Title: Marquess Stronghold Soldier.
Stats:
(Strengths: D) (Endurance: D) (Agility: E) (Mana Core: Low.)
Skills:
Spear Mastery.]
It was obvious that the abilities of the two of them were below average.
The two of them were clearly just acting tough on the outside.
With the abilities they have, it's clear they're participating in this mine dungeon raid not to defeat monsters. But they must mean to mess with me.
I'm a little dizzy about the reason why I'm so easy to be hated by other people. Seeing that Fidel, Obud and Hory, and even Claude were included, they clearly wanted to harm me.
Why can't one person support me in this condition?
Is being liked by many people just a privilege for the main character in a story?
Well, not that I hope so. Let's just say I'm just thinking randomly.
One rank A adventurer, one rank B adventurer, and two insignificant soldiers.
If it's just them, I'm sure I can win easily.
The problem is, there are still some people who have above-average abilities.
First, he was a tank who had a well-built and large physique.
[Name: Raiz.
Titles: Warrior, Tanker, Adventurer.
Stats:
(Strength: E) (Speed: E) (Endurance: B) (Agility: E) (Vitality: B) (Mana Core: Low)
Skills:
Shield Mastery…]
Even though his highest stats rank was only at rank B, it was clear he was an opponent that would be very troublesome.
Vitality rank B, when combined with Endurance rank B, it will make him a very slashing tank.
Even if a large truck were to crash into him, he would most likely survive.
That kind of feeling I got from the Judgment skill.
Next was an Assassin. He was wearing a veil that covered his mouth. His appearance was thin as if he had deliberately lost weight so he could move quickly.
"Why did I have to come here, dammit. I won't be of much use against the monsters here. I'd better kill him and get out of here."
He muttered so.
A killing aura radiated out from within his body and spread all around.
Automatically, Claude who realized his killing intent gave him a death glare to stop him from emitting killing intent.
But he belatedly withdrew his killing intent.
I had realized that the killing intent he was emitting just now was aiming at me.
'So, these people do intend to kill me, huh.'
If so, I'd better vibrate right away before they move.
Especially since there are existences that would annoy me greatly. If she had later joined to kill me, I'm not sure I would have survived.
It would be too late if I waited for them to move first.
Of course, the existence that bothered me the most was the magician.
She was the only woman in the adventurer's party. She was already holding the magic staff with both of her hands. However, her hands were still slightly shaking. Her eyes were also a little blurry.
She was definitely no match for the ranks of those rascals around her.
When I saw her, it was as if I was looking at a duck surrounded by lions.
She had a not-so-attractive appearance. There are some small freckles on her face. She was only about 160 cm tall. Maybe that's why she was still okay around assholes.
[Judgement Skill - Activate.]
[Name: Sharon McBridge.
Title: Magician 2nd Class, Beginner Magician, Runaway noble daughter.
Stats:
| (Strength: B) (Endurance: C) (Agility: D) (Intelligence: C) (Magic Power: C) (Mana Core: Low.)
Spells:
Ground shaking, Ground spikes.]
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