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We picked up a lot of food from the bandit raid… like a lot!
They had so much bread, dried meat, vegetables, grains, and seeds of all sorts that it was as if they were living a super fantastic life there.
They even had three boxes filled with wines aged for over 30 years which should be super expensive!
Uwah, wine!
I wasn’t particularly into drinking back then, but any decent adult woman should enjoy wine at one time or another.
But I mostly drank it because I was a loser virgin and drowning myself in wine made me happier… but let’s not talk about that.
“Look, Lucy!” I said as I showed the wine to Lucifer.
“Lucy?! I am Lucifer! Don’t forget my name- Hm? What’s that?”
Lucifer approached me as he was watching over the goblins cooking the food. He then looked at the wine bottle as I saw that his eyes dimly shone with excitement.
“Wine!” I shouted.
“I-It is really wine… How long has it been?” Lucifer wondered.
“Wine! What’s wine?” Asked Partner.
“It is a very bitter and spicy juice with a little flavor of rotten fruit that makes you feel funny,” I said.
“Oooh! I want wine then!” Partner said despite my gross explanation.
“No! You’re way too young for that, Partner. Wine is for the adults!” I said, hugging my bottle.
“Gehh… But I want wine! Wine! Wine! Wine!”
Partner began to complain again.
“Fine, but only a little glass,” I said.
“Yaay!”
“I don’t think the wine will affect us anymore. We are Undead,” Lucifer said.
“…Right. Well, whatever, we’ll still drink it!” I shouted while crossing my arms.
“Fine,” Lucifer muttered.
After that, we decided to sit down and converse with the former slaves who were willing to talk!
It was fun to listen to their stories.
There was a merchant guy who got captured half a year ago! He was forced to work for the black-robed man. He told me that he was part of a team that made that ugly potion, but he didn’t remember anything more.
Perhaps they brainwashed him not to remember the details… He’s a good alchemist but wishes to go back to Affnaria, although he has nothing now that he lost everything, so he was also considering staying here.
His name was Manuel, by the way.
Another guy was a young dwarf blacksmith. He used to be part of a little village far away from here, living in a mountain range with his village of dwarves.
They sold weapons and armor for a living and had close ties with a Dwarf Kingdom and the Kingdom of Humans here. However, their village was raided by Orcs, and they lost everything.
When he escaped, he was captured by bandits and sold as a slave that was proficient in blacksmithing, which was quite valuable.
He seemed to have nowhere to go now, so he was staying here. I immediately knew that he could be useful for the Gobs, and also, his name was Grabbo.
And aside from these two talented guys, there were a bunch of other guys that were just good with their muscles and other technical stuff that the enslaver taught to them.
Half of them wanted to go back to Affnaria, and the other half decided to stay here, increasing the population of the Goblin Village.
These guys were decently strong so they could become good hunters to aid the goblins.
The girls on the other side were less in numbers… but were also all quite broken.
There were very few that were not sold for nasty things, such as sex.
Many of them were being abused on a daily basis, multiple times a day.
They were the most traumatized and had difficulty speaking as they seemed to be exhausted from even living.
The only one that spoke was the elf girl, her name was Emeraldine Sylphy, and she was actually a half-elf with a strong elven bloodline, making her look a lot like a pure one.
Her mother was unknown, but she said her father was a warrior of an Elven Kingdom.
But sadly, her father died from a disease in his bones when he was 60, and she was left alone at the age of 23, working as an adventurer and using her gifted talents from her mother to hunt beasts and make a living out of it.
She was barely managing to survive every month, but she said she was quite happy.
She’s good with a bow, Wind Magic, Light Magic, Wood Magic, and Spirit Magic, but is quite clumsy, and it was pretty apparent.
She has a lot of talent and potential; she could become a good village protector if she’s willing to go back to training and build her body back up to a decent state.
“You guys had it pretty hard….” I sighed.
“Indeed… But it’s nothing compared to… what you seemed to have gone through. After all, you just said you were a ghost, lady Maria?” The dwarf asks.
He’s a sharp guy.
“Hahaha! No? I am a Majin! Not a ghost, that was just… some flashy magic. I like to call myself a ghost because I am like one,” I responded.
“O-Oh, I have never seen such a pale and human-like majin before, but your silvery-white hair and crimson-red eyes… Are you half-vampire?” Asked the human.
“Hmm… not really. I would like to keep my identity a secret you guys, so don’t try to dig too deep on me,” I said.
“O-Oh, we apologize. We didn’t want to offend you.”
“Yeah, we were just a bit curious.”
“So you were not a ghost, Maria?” Asked the elf.
“How could a ghost talk and have flesh like me? I am… totally alive!” I shouted.
“But you made those Undead, right?” Asked Emeraldine.
“Yeaaah… I just happen to have an affinity with death magic, nothing too crazy.”
“O-Oh…”
After the meal was done, I brought everyone with me some plates of food.
The slaves were barely fed some scraps, so they were delighted when they could finally eat a full and hot meal.
I guess I’d like to see these people be a bit happier for a redemption arc.
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