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I Woke Up In Another World As A Slave (ENG/GER)
Chapter 42: Respect - 04.12.2018

Chapter 42: Respect - 04.12.2018

He heard the entrance of the tent flap. Some miners were peaking out to see, what was going on, but he didn’t care. All he had eyes for, was the man making fun of him right into his face. Fuck you!

“I will never apologise to someone not respecting my name. Maybe you should apologise to me!”

“What is a little goblinshit like you gonna do, Recruit?” Cadmun asked emphasising the last part too much.

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Cadmun’s face was now right in front of his. A big vein ran along his big scar down to the collarbone. He could feel his hot breath on his face.

“The name’s Stick!” He was fed up. “I don’t care if you’re a knight! Call me Recruit one more time and I’ll send you on your ass like I did with PP!”

Cadmun grinded his teeth. Then he took a step back. Then he smiled. And then he broke out in laughter again.

He stomped his foot and raised his hands like PP did during their fight. “You wanna go, Cadmun?”

But Cadmun only laughed louder. “That’s the spirit!”

Confused he lowered his arms again. What?

“Just like him.” Cadmun hit himself on the stomach repeatedely. “You’re just like him!”

“What? What are you saying?” He blushed again.

“You’re funny!” Cadmun finally said letting out another laugh.

He formed a fist again. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re Montgomery,” Cadmun said with a giggle. “You’re a little Monty.”

Now his will to fight had fizzled out with the mention of that name. Huh?

“You’re funny!” Cadmun repeated. “And just like Montgomery you don’t care about seniority.”

“I- well, of course I do!” he defended himself. “You just didn’t respect my name!”

“And your name is more important.” Cadmun leveled his eyes with his. “If you truly cared for seniority, then you’d never speak to me like that, would you now?”

“I don’t- I don’t-” he couldn’t end the sentence. “I guess not.”

“It’s either your way or no way, right?” Cadmun provoked him.

He paused to think. “I don’t care about your way, if you’re not even gonna respect mine. That’s just human decency.”

“Good, good. That’s the attitude you’ll need to become a great hero.” Cadmun’s gaze drifted to the side right into the campfire. “Montgomery could’ve been a big one too. But he was too lazy to put in the effort.”

He was?

“You think he’s dead?”

Cadmun took a deep breath. “We have to accept the facts, don’t we?”

The thrill of their argument had died down. The entrance to the tent nearby was closed again, but he knew that the others were listening in on them. It was dead quiet at the campsite.

He spoke up first: “What facts are you talking about?”

Cadmun raised his head. “We didn’t have a sign of life in months. That tells us everything we need to know.”

Stick didn’t give up on him. “There’s nothing confirmed until we see a corpse. He’s probably locked up inside the mansion, nagging at the Baron for being too cold and not getting his feet massaged.”

Cadmun sighed. “You are a little hero, aren’t you, Stick?”

Stick’s lips automatically formed a smile. “No, I’m the greatest, remember?”

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The bald man let out a weak laugh. “That remains to be seen.”

The two stared at each other in silence for a minute.

“So,” Stick finally said, “I wanted to ask you about something.”

“What is it?”

Stick tried recalling his conversation with Lydia. “Is it true that you have red hair?”

Cadmun was taken aback. “Where did that come from?”

“Lydia told me a while ago,” Stick explained. “Is it true that you kept a journal on red-haired people?”

“Of course,” Cadmun said gleefully. “It’s not everyday you see one.”

So it is true!

“Can I read it?”

The bald man was clearly confused by that request. “Why?”

“Because I want to know something.”

“Sorry, but you can’t.”

“What? Why? Please, I need a clue on people that might be related to me.”

Cadmun rocked his head back. “That won’t be possible.”

“Come on! I need to know who I am!” He felt a bit ashamed to admit it.

“I wish I could help you, but I don’t have access to the journal anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s at the Factory,” Cadmun explained. “Somewhere in the mountains past the mines. It would be impossible to get it.”

“Surely, you remember those people right?”

Cadmun hesitated to answer. “I’m sorry, there were a lot of names on that list and it’s been years.”

“No…” He felt deflated.

“There are really only two people coming to mind.”

A shimmer of hope build up inside of him.

“Really?”

“The first would be obvious. It was none other than the Great Hero himself.”

“What? No way!” Stick grabbed his orange hair which he had seen in a reflection inside a water bucket before. Like me?

“I’m not kidding. Arslan, the Godslayer was in fact a ginger.”

“Wow!”

“Although he wasn’t quite as immature.” Cadmun smiled.

Of course, he had to ruin it.

He tried to ignore the remark and ask for more information. “And what about the other one?”

“The other one…,” Cadmun said, “was the first and last redhair I saw to date.”

“Who is it?”

“A Traveling Merchant by the name of Redfield. He’s from my hometown.”

The information came to him in a flash. “Pridtur?”

“Yes,” Cadmun anwered, “it figures that you’re an Adventurer.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have read your Status.”

“It’s alright,” the bald man assured him, “it’s not like you’re one of those Adventurers that destroyed it.

“Destroyed what?”

“Pridtur.”

He felt a lump in his throat. He wouldn’t put it past those Players to be that ruthless.

“What happened?”

“Let’s just say, that you shouldn’t count on Redfield to be alive, if you’re trying to find any relatives.”

“Damn it! Fucking Carnifex.”

Cadmun nodded. “That’s everything I have off the top of my mind. Sorry, Stick.”

A sinking feeling weighed on his chest. What if I’ll never find out who I am?

He shook his head, as if the very thought of giving up the search this early was an offense to his person. “Guess I’ll have to find that journal.”

“Good luck getting out of here first.”

As midnight approached, the glow of the last embers in the fireplace slowly faded and gave way to the moonlight coming down from above. There was one burning question he had as a result of their talk.

“There’s something else on my mind.”