CH 67.3

「We are going to dive until evening after this. I’ll wake you up so after you eat, get some sleep.」

「Okay」

「Understood」

「My arms are shaking so bad I can’t use my fork」

「You’ll get used to it.」

「Are you still painting?」

「I am. Gramps Hamidel said I’m pretty talented.」

「That dirty bastard. He says that to all girls.」

「Or maybe everyone’s just talented.」

「I saw your cat painting the other day so I don’t think so……」

「What cat?」

「The one hanging on the front door of the apartment.」

「Areh……that’s a rabbit」

「Nyahahaha! That’s it!」

「You’re not cut out for it.」

「Shut up. I’m going to make more money from this job and practice more. Watch me later, I’m going to paint your portrait.」

As I was eating lunch while listening to everyone, I let out a big yawn.

Being in the dungeon is nerve wracking after all.

After eating, I’ll go to sleep.

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In the end, we were able to hunt nearly 70 preys that day without being injured.

What we were doing was monotonous but it was more tiring than hunting on the ground.

The fear of the dark, the tension that comes from being in a confined space with no escape, and the occasional knights passing by.

Even though we know they won’t do anything to us, it’s still scary thinking that they could kill all of us anytime they want.

Seeing the piles of mutilated corpses on their ways as they travel through the dungeon is chilling.

If they mistook us for monsters, or if we were in their line of fires, we were the ones who’ll get mutilated.

Ugh, just thinking about it makes me tremble.

Since we can’t do anything about it, let’s ask god for help.

Our group decided to pray at the temple of the mole god everyday on the way and from the headquarters.

We’re not trying to take advantage of Pickles but it’s a god that might bless us when we’re underground.

「I wonder what Pickles-oneesan is doing now」

「Don’t forget to pray for her too. Ah….」

「Oh….Roast」

When we arrived at the temple built in front of the headquarters, we met Mince’s group who were paying their respects.

I guess their groups want blessings too.

「How’s your day, Mince?」

「Our party hunted sixty-five. There are two red mantises on the east part of the 3rd floor so you better be careful.」

「We hunted 70. On the west side, there were  a lot of oni sparrows but we killed them all so they should be gone now.」

「Mou」

Mince’s tail wriggles unhappily.

Mince is very competitive, isn’t she?

「We killed six herbivorous wolves on the way back, right?」

Can’t accept defeat?

I saw off Mince and her team with their tails down after they threw some money on the donation box of the mole god temple. For some reason, it has become a habit of the Schenker adventurers to come and pay their respects in this place.

「Mole god-sama, mole god-sama, please protect us as we dive underground again tomorrow.」

「Please take care of Pickles-san」

「Please make tomorrow’s food be bread-based」

The wind, which I could not feel underground, blew and ruffled my hair.

To be honest, I’m making more money than I did before becoming a slave.

Maybe someday, I’ll even open my own store….

It would be great if it’s a betting house or even a bar with a stage though I doubt it will be as big as young master’s theater.

Then, once in a while, this great actress, Roast-sama, will give a glamorous performance….

「I want to take a bath～」

「Me too, we stink」

「I’ve heard that adventurers and stinky are inseparable words.」

Ah….even this great actress reeks of sweat too, don’t I?

The twelve of us, covered in sweat, went to the bathhouse of the headquarters after praying to the mole god.