"Alas......"

Sighing with a bitter sigh, Ein checked the cloth bag in his hand, feeling that it was just like what Doom said, and the weight was indeed a little less.

"Missing ...... again"

Doom went to inquire about the news, and it seemed that there was a 'factory' in the town, and there was not enough wood, so the lord recruited some more lumberjacks.

Although more lumberjacks have been recruited, their work pressure has not been reduced, and even much more.

The heavier work was proportional to the reduced pay, and the extra lumberjacks were paid from their already small salaries, and the lord did not intend to take more money to pay them more.

Dragging his tired body and carrying his axe, Ein slowly walked towards the lumberyard.

The lumberjacks lived in the lumberyard and were rarely able to leave the place, and the houses remained the same, but the number of people who moved in increased.

The sun slowly set in the west, and he hid behind the mountain, and soon after entering the lumberyard, after greeting a few passers-by weakly, Ein seemed to hear Doom's voice.

“...... Lord Victor, you said that there are a few more people recently, but there are still so many houses, we ...... Hehe, it's a little difficult to move......"

Victor, the steward of the lumberyard, is said to be the steward of the lord's family, so he was able to come here as a steward.

Ein stopped and heard Victor's voice coming from behind a nearby wooden house.

"The lord didn't give the order, and we can't trespass, right?" said with a slight embarrassment, but Ein didn't know if he had been in a rut when he reached out to take the money from the pay they were supposed to have.

A cold wind blew, making Al Ain shiver.

He was now wearing only a linen coat, and because it was too hot at work, he took off his coat, which must not be soaked in sweat, otherwise it would not keep warm.

He could only endure the cold wind, let the cold wind dry all the sweat on his body, so that he could put on his coat.

It was the only coat he had been wearing for five or six years, and without it, the winter would have been difficult.

"But ......"

"There's nothing to do, everything here belongs to the master, and I can't touch these things without the master's order!"

Victor's voice was resolute, and it sounded non-negotiable.

Hearing this, Ein shook his head and left, anyway, the next thing is like that, Durm is also a lumberjack like him, it would be good to have some opinions between the lumberjack and the steward, what else can be done?

Walking through the snow, Al Ain walked back to his quarters, and when he pushed open the wooden door, he smelled a sour smell of sweat and feet from the workers.

After standing still in the doorway for a moment, Ein walked into the room with a blank face, and with the help of the light that came through the cracks in the wooden wall, Ein saw that many people were already lying on their beds.

Armed with the axe, Al Ain walked to his bedside, put it down, and lay down on the bed without taking off his shoes.

The wooden bed under him was still cold, and he picked up the thin quilt that couldn't even cover half of his body and covered his body, and Ein closed his eyes.

Very tired, really tired......

The room, which could only sleep four people, was crammed into two more people, and the wooden house, which didn't feel very warm and sheltered from the wind, suddenly became crowded and, of course, became more smelly.

With a "squeak", the wooden door was pushed open again, and Ein knew that this was Doom, and everyone else had already returned to the wooden house.

Boom!

"Ugh yo ......"

Ein opened his eyes tiredly and saw Doom sitting on his bed, touching his waist.

"Sizzle......" Doom gasped, and then said nonchalantly, "No, that dead fat pig won't build us a new house!"

The snoring in the wooden house suddenly stopped, and then slowly sounded again.

Victor is a fat man, but only relatively fat, not fat enough for a lord who is really fat like a pig.

But the lord is high up and won't take money from them, only the fat man Victor will.

“...... I suspect our pay is still like that, except that the excess was taken away by the dead fat pig!"

The cabin was quiet for a while, and Doom grumbled again.

He was flattering to Victor, but when he got back here, he would 'speak his mind'.

Even if it was not far from the town, they would not be able to return to the town, and they would have to eat, drink, and sleep in this lumber yard, and there would be a night watchman at night, and Victor, naturally, would go back to the town and take the money that was taken out of their hands to eat and drink.

However, complaining did not solve anything, the snoring in the wooden house continued, and Ein closed his eyes tiredly, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.

“...... I want to cut down that dead fat pig!" a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ear, waking Ein from his daze.

Huo Ran, a tall lumberjack, sat up, and the wooden bed under him made a loud noise.

But no one but Doom was awakened by the loud noise, and soon the snoring slowly filled the crowded cabin, leaving only Al Ain and Doom, two still awake people, staring at each other.

Looking at this little man who was two heads shorter than himself, Al Ain said in a deep voice: "You can't go, you still have a sister and nephew at home...... You can't go!"

Because this big man who looked like a little giant was his friend, Doom showed a grim expression that no one else would ever see, "Ein, you will never want to know what that dead fat pig did!"

Ein shook his head, "Whatever he did, it had nothing to do with us. Don't be naïve, Doom, even if that 'dead fat pig' summons a demon, it has nothing to do with us, and we won't survive this winter without this job. ”

"Although there is less money now, we still have to earn, your sister and nephew are still waiting for your salary, your brother-in-law is dead, you are the only man in the family, you can't go!"

"But we're getting less and less money!"

Doom roared: "Since last year, until now, we have lost two coppers, if we continue to starve, either I will starve to death or my sister and nephew will starve to death!"

“...... But without your paycheck, your sister and nephew would still starve to death. Ein shook his head and continued to dissuade.

"Anyway, you can't go!"

Doom froze, and after a few moments of rage, he smashed his fist into the wooden bed.

"Sleep, I'll have to work tomorrow......"

After saying that, Ein tore the thin quilt over his body, curled up and lay back.

Probably feeling a little uncomfortable, he stretched his leg again, but in this way, his leg was dangling...... It's even more uncomfortable.

Ein retracted his leg again, and Doom watched as his big friend curled up like a rabbit trying to protect himself, his mouth snorting, and finally he closed his mouth and lay down on the bed.

As the moonlight slowly crept up into the sky, and the shimmer fell through the cracks in the cold wind into the cramped wooden house, Ein opened his eyes.

He sat up from his bed and groped around his bed with the help of the light.

Touching the handle of the axe, Ein pressed his five fingers and took the axe in his hand.

Tomorrow someone from the lord's family is coming to inspect this lumberyard, so Victor will stay here tonight.

The big man who was silent pushed open the wooden door, and in the moonlight, his body was hunched, and after exhaling a breath of white air, he closed the door.

One foot shallow and one foot deep in the snow, he walked towards another house in the lumberyard.

"I can't stay here anymore, I heard that there is a sad wind leader in the east, let's go there......

The next day, Doom and the others woke up to find that the 'dead fat pig' Victor, whom they had always hated, was dead, and Ein was gone.