This was stolen by Annan from the troubadours, who had stolen it from elsewhere.

In the stories of minstrels, there are also chaste virgins among succubi, and strong lustful children among elves.

Have you also encountered ghosts

Annan asked the half bull headed man who had returned from the depths. And then it said, "That's not surprising. Gold mines are the places where the cruel side of humanity is best displayed, the land of the wronged

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

See you next time

Half Tauren bid farewell to Annan and left with a clattering sound of iron chains. Annan watched as it merged into the dark figure, pondering whether it was his whisper at that time that made it want to say hello?

Mmm

A muffled groan came, and Martin sat up with his forehead covered in groans. 'What about that monster...'

Let's go

Did you see how it knocked me unconscious? "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.'.

Martin, who was groggy, couldn't continue digging, and Annan persisted for more than ten minutes before coming out again with his arms hanging down. Later, the old Zolon who came for inspection had a bad complexion, or the air quality was worrying.

For the sake of the wound, he told Martin and Annan not to work anymore today.

He is not afraid of Holin, but he is afraid of Susan breaking his other leg.

Annan picked up a basket suspected to contain ore and followed him out of the dull mine.

The fresh air and warm sunshine seem to have never been so beautiful. After returning to the hut, Old Zoran took the basket with him. Not long after, Old Zoran came back carrying an empty blue, his only good leg shaking uncontrollably. Annan guessed that he still hadn't gained anything today.

Do it for another day tomorrow

The basket he put down contained several pieces of black bread and a bowl of salted peas.

Salted peas are very sour, and they pair well with cold and hard black bread.

Lao Zuo Lun is not bad, but a bit impatient, after all, he bears the daily reward of 60 copper coins for the two of them. But as long as he is lucky enough to find a fist sized gold mine, he can make a big profit.

Annan and Martin were sitting in front of the hut eating when suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the entrance of the gold mine.

A group of miners escaped from the mine accompanied by squeaking bats, shouting words like ghosts and spirits.

It seems they have also encountered ghosts.

Some miners have escaped one after another and refuse to mine again without saying anything. The foremen gathered together to discuss a solution, and Old Zoran stood out among them, seeming out of place.

Annan saw the Half Tauren again. It sat in front of the door, holding a tattered and yellowed book, shining like a learned scholar in the sunlight.

The foremen quickly discussed a solution. They called in a mage apprentice from somewhere and gathered a group of miners who could barely fight. Annan saw that the half bull headed man was also in the team.

When the light spots scattered into the distant forest turned dim yellow, the miners emerged from the haunted gold mine, claiming that they had expelled the undead.

Annan doesn't know if it's true or false, but he has made up his mind to only operate at the entrance of the mine tomorrow, even if Old Zoran begs him.

Taking advantage of the afterglow of dusk, Annan sharpened a charcoal pencil and recalled the ghosts among the wandering poets, pondering and writing on papyrus:

To the cutest undead:

I am aware of your existence and know that you do not welcome us. We only want to mine and hope that you will give us the opportunity not to disturb us again in the future

To the most terrifying undead, I know of your existence

After finishing writing, Annan simply scanned through crooked and misspelled words and smudged marks. As someone who has been able to read for a week, his writing is already very good.

The best scenario is for someone to stay up at night, but everyone won't be so selfless.

At this moment, Annan's stomach suddenly cramped. Annan, who was about to stick the papyrus on the door, handed the matter over to Martin, who was idle, and walked towards the forest holding the remaining papyrus.

Salted peas are not sour.

Decades later, the weak Annan returned, glanced at the papyrus on the door, and pushed open the wooden door.

He didn't notice that the loosely glued papyrus paper fell down as the door opened, stuck to his feet as he stepped on it, and then climbed onto the bed with Annan.