If we ride the mining wagon, we can go a little faster.”
However, Yellowy was against that idea.
“Master, it just seems that it would be better off walking.”
“We don’t know how much time more it would take us, a wagon ride would be faster.”
“How about you ride on me instead”
“Believe me, I will not let you have a hard time, but … you need to get on the front.”
Weed and Yellowy boarded on the back to ride the wagon. There were instructions that said that to move the wagon, move the bar up and down.
Weed used strength to pull the bar and the wheels started to roll.
Kkiiiiiing.
The mining wagon stated to move forward while making a harsh sound. As you moved the bar, the cart was accelerating.
“It sped up quite a lot.”
Weed left the bar and took out the ore obtained from hunting, and used it to illuminate the front of wagon.
Seeing what was in front of the curved tunnel was difficult.
As they were heading in a downward direction, they were speeding up.
Leaning forward, Yellowy spoke:
“Master, you should slow down.”
“Then, let’s reduce the speed.”
Weed pulled the bar.
Cha ka ka ka kang!
Sparks were created as the chart slowed down a little.
“Master you are like me to do it easily…”
Weed heard it just before they got to the end of a rail and the wagon headed sharply down a slope. The speed of the wagon was getting faster exponentially.
“Master, this is frightening.”
“Okay, this should stop it!”
Weed pulled the brakes as much as possible. Because he only invested in the strength and agility stats, the force was incredible. Suddenly, the brake system broke down. The pressure of the opposite forces of the excessive speed, Weed being too forceful, and the fact that it was getting old, was too much for it to take.
Weed made a judgment.
“Well, we are in trouble.”
The risks needed to be calmly considered. Therefore, Weed objectively analyzed the situation and told Yellowy:
“Perhaps, this wagon might never stop…”
Eum meoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeo!
“If the railway deviates and we bump into somewhere, we are going to die…”
Any hope was even crushed by this hopeless description!
The wagon was increasing its speed even more as it ran in the tunnel towards deeper in the underground.
“But hopefully…you won’t feel the pain when you die.”
Yellowy was terrified and in tears ,as if he was a cattle being brought into the slaughterhouse!
The mining wagon went even faster.
“Lower your body and hold on tight.”
The railroads were build in straight lines, there were no smooth curves. Every time they turned, as they exceeded the speed limit, the wagon and the whole body were tossed aside as if they could escape the rails. They were in big trouble as the bumpy wagon was still headed down.
And after a while, they climbed up a hill and the speed was reduced.
Yellowy burst into tears of joy.
“Master, now we seem to be able to live!”
With similar happy thoughts, Weed said:
“But we are really lucky. We did not meet any railroads broken in the middle. For a long time, no one has being using the tunnels and it is a miracle that it still works.”
They went uphill and saw a large cavity of unknown depth, linked together by iron pieces between two cliffs. But the most important part was that the railroads in front were cut off in the middle for about 30 meters at the hole. This was a promise of death.
“Master, to be able experience living was great. I have a request for my baby cows in Morata…”
Yellowy, succumbing to his desperate feelings, left a testament.
It was to take deep care of the young cows with affection and not leave then to die. Weed replied as going up on him.
“So you are going to die meaninglessly. Are you going to following Goldman’s example, who died and made me recreate him?”
Yellowy was touched to receive Weed‘s kind words in his last minutes. Weed, in the end, brought out all his resentment.
“The flesh of the rib-eye will go to waste if you die. Do not give up.”
Weed lowered the bar of the wagon to add momentum. They reached the broken parts of the railroad in the blink of an eye. The mining wagon kept up the pace and flew in a parabolic arc without falling down into the hole. For a very short time, they were flying in the air with a frightening speed and were pushed back on the wagon!
kwag wagwag wagwang!
While sliding the wagon back into the railway, it created a huge spark. The wagon, in the narrow rails, advanced without leaving it in the tunnel.
‘It seems we are not going to die here.”
Yellowy only sighed and in return, Weed, glad that it worked out, said.
“We are really a lucky bunch.”
“…”
“With common sense, that’s true. It has been a long time since it was maintained, and all except that place was fine, and I can do that. It would be normal too if there was something blocking it.”
At that moment, in front of them stood a rock as big as a house and was obscuring and modified the way the trails were going.
“Bump ahead. Get down!”
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