Like the power difference being too great and it’s not a joke.
「Clench your teeth!」
The heavy boarkin, Puten, struck the snakekin on the cheek with her hard hand and the man fell on the ground.
「Argh……….teeth…..my……ouch…..」
「Next time you see Pickles-san, stand down! Got it!」
Well.this.much.is.still.okay.
The problem is…..
「Puten-chan, I said no!」
The next moment, the stout Puten flew past the counter and into the road in front of the base after rolling several times before finally stopping.
She didn’t get up but she probably wasn’t dead.
A single hit from Pickles can put an adventurer like that in such a mess.
The man who had just argued with them looked at Pickles with a pale face.
The physical strength of an adventurer who has been through all the rough and shambles of life is unbelievable, right?
Even the digging we've been doing under the base lately, it’s the adventurers who are the mainstay of the operation.
Their efficiency is so different from that of ordinary slaves that it makes me laugh.
After all, people who usually wear armor and swing heavy spears are different.
The morning crowd is finally over and after sending everyone off to work, we finally take a short break.
I buy an expensive cup of coffee at the coffee shop next door and spend my time reading books.
The coffee at this coffee shop is so expensive that even with the company discount, it can still be called a luxury. Even so, I can’t stop myself.
Actually, I know that the profit margin is low when it comes to coffee so I feel like I’m getting a good deal and drink more than I should…..
I can’t help it. It’s the coffee’s fault for being delicious.
After lunch, everyone else will start digging.
There’s a couple of girls who are on day off but want to work for a buck and go down into the hole, dig, get the dirt out, repeat.
When the adventurers came back, the guys who wanted to make some extra cash would still continue.
And I don’t know why, Pickles the centaur can dig holes so fast. What’s with that?
I watch the digging progress as I use the money that came in this morning to train the middle management candidates.
Digging through the city’s underground to the dungeon would be a disaster if the government found out about it so we had to be careful…..
「The first song of the day is “Take Your Clothes Off” from the opera “The Naked Woman”.」
「Here we go. Blam thud blag ting tong」
The voice of the band of musicians is heard and the sound of light rhythms, low singing voices, chord strings, and bright trumpets spread from the coffee shop into the base.
The sound of the digging is barely audible inside the building but there are pulleys and other things pulling up the dirt so the volunteers play music at the coffee shop to cover it up.
I was a bit amused when master suddenly bought a musical instrument and said, “we need a little bit of beejiem” but I guess it’s all right since it indeed covers up the sound.
We were taught how to play with experienced musicians and the songs are simplified versions of the songs that can be heard from taverns or from the back alleys of the theater.
The customers are happy when we have new songs and even our companions are also happy, so these days, everyone is competing with each other with new songs.
But to my surprise, the person who knows the most about music in our family is not the pet slave Seele but master himself.
As expected of the famous play maniac.
When he is with his school friends, it is said that he can recite passages from a play non-stop so it’s not surprising that he has memorized opera songs.
In the evening, slaves come home from work or play.
Almost everyone from the workers would receive tickets without any problems but sometimes, there are girls who are entrusted with a job that is not suitable for them and come back with their heads down.
In those cases, the prospective manager or I would go and return the money.
Most people will forgive you if you apologize properly.
Or maybe, everyone in this city are nice people.
Or perhaps is it because we are taking fully equipped adventurers as escorts?
Well, either way, it doesn’t matter.
Once roll call is over, we eat dinner and have some free time.
The coffee shop is open until the sun goes down so some of the kids practice instruments in the coffee shop while others who can read read books.