Happy Life
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- What if we breed beetles on a farm and sell them for gold? You'll be my farmhand, - the imp's knife leaned threateningly over the beetle's corpse.
- Money isn't used here. Everything is based on goodwill, - she clearly didn't believe his answer. - If you start messing around, they'll throw you back into the tunnels, like that cloak-wearer.
- I'll take that goodwill from you, - fortunately, at that moment, she finally started eating and fell silent.
Not being a gourmet by nature, and considering food only as fuel for the body, the "human" Tezot still noted that today's batch was unusually good: with each chew of the gelatinous insect entrails, with each squirt of semi-coagulated slime, it seemed that all the life struggles that this individual had experienced could be felt - each corpse it had devoured, each unknown thing it had cut from the most remote underground corners. Or maybe it was just hunger and fatigue talking. This is what life is like in a commune with shared resources.
Despite the complaining, Ucon made her take her container to the washing area.
- Thank you, - he nods to the owner. - I feel like I've come back to life.
- Money isn't used here. Everything is based on goodwill, - she clearly didn't believe his answer. - If you start messing around, they'll throw you back into the tunnels, like that cloak-wearer.
- I'll take that goodwill from you, - fortunately, at that moment, she finally started eating and fell silent.
Not being a gourmet by nature, and considering food only as fuel for the body, the "human" Tezot still noted that today's batch was unusually good: with each chew of the gelatinous insect entrails, with each squirt of semi-coagulated slime, it seemed that all the life struggles that this individual had experienced could be felt - each corpse it had devoured, each unknown thing it had cut from the most remote underground corners. Or maybe it was just hunger and fatigue talking. This is what life is like in a commune with shared resources.
Despite the complaining, Ucon made her take her container to the washing area.
- Thank you, - he nods to the owner. - I feel like I've come back to life.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
