Witnessing the Scene of Transportation

‘Someone is coming!’

The slimes said. It hadn’t even been 30 minutes since they started monitoring the room.

Indeed, I could hear the footsteps.

‘…It’s coming from the hidden passage.’

The sounds were coming from the underground passage.

And…then a trapdoor opened and four men came out.

There was something odd about their eyes. They all looked hollow.

‘They look so creepy!’

‘So weird.’

The slimes said after seeing the men.

Apparently, even the slimes felt uncomfortable looking at them.

As I thought this, the men remained completely silent as they each picked up a barrel and headed back to the trapdoor.

…If we followed them, we could find out where they were taking the barrels.

‘Can you follow them? If you can’t, we’ll have to ask the Proud Wolf for help…’

‘We can do it!’

Thankfully, the men were not very fast on their feet.

They carried the heavy barrels at a fixed pace.

Their eyes were also fixed straight ahead. They never looked around cautiously or seemed to care about where they were going.

But there was no roads, so it was a wonder that they didn’t get lost.

It was as if they were machines who were set to move along a determined route.

I thought about this as the slimes followed them… Eventually, the scene around them started to change. They were entering a mining area.

There were bare rocks and carved out cliffs.

And yet they walked through it without hesitation–and then they finally stopped.

There was an old door in front of where they stood.

And above the door, the words, ‘Maneia Mine #5’ were written.

It looked like an ordinary entrance to a mine.

However, if you looked closely through the cracks of the old wooden panels, you could see flashes of brand new metal.

So, while it was disguised to look like a mine from the outside, it was actually a heavily guarded facility.

As I watched, the men with vacant eyes suddenly opened their mouths.

“#4263, #4265, #4268, #4272. Transportation complete.”

The only people that were outside were the men with the barrels and the slimes.

The answer came from the other side of the door.

“Say the prayer.”

After the voice rang from the door, one of the men with the barrels said something that I couldn’t understand.

It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t hear it—I couldn’t even tell if it was a human voice.

It was more like disturbing noise from a broken speaker.

It was probably a password used to differentiate allies from enemies… It was very creepy.

As I thought this, the door opened.

Unsurprisingly, there were two doors.

“Enter, #4263.”

Came the voice. One man entered and then I heard the sound of the second door opening.

Once he was through, #4265 was called next.

It seemed like they were only allowed in one at a time.

Eventually, all four of them had gone inside.

‘Can you get in?’

‘Of course!’

This door was waterproof, just like the last one.

As the slimes already knew how to get through, they quickly melted the rubber with acid and went through the door.

‘It’s that gross water!’

‘There is so much here!’

There was a large room on the other side of the two doors.

And the barrels of cursed water were placed in one corner.

“#4263, #4264, #4268, #4272. Begin transportation.”

“Approved.”

The men put down their barrels and talked to the men inside. Then they went outside again.

They would probably make several more trips to carry the barrels.

It was clear that this was the place that the cursed water was to be used.

‘There’s a path over there!’

‘Over there too!’

The slimes said as they went further into the facility.

Now…what would they find?