Korgan Bloodaxe's Story (Monthly Ticket Requested, Final Half Hour of Double Rewards!)

Who would have thought that Solam's offhand remark would make Korgan leap up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on? "No! I ain't doing that kind of miserable work! I ain't digging holes ever again in this life!"

"What's wrong with you? You're a dwarf, yet you hate digging that much? Weren't you robbing tombs before? Isn't that digging holes too?" Korgan's reaction startled Solam. Dwarves' three great hobbies—digging holes, mainly for mining; smithing and forging; and drinking—were famous throughout the multiverse. Yet here was a dwarf with such an extreme reaction to digging, and Solam simply couldn't make sense of it.

At Solam's question, Korgan instantly cooled down. All his earlier agitation vanished, replaced by a trace of embarrassment.

"So what if I just don't like digging holes? Who says dwarves have to like digging underground?"

If Korgan had gotten worked up and spouted a bunch of nonsense, Solam would not have been curious. After all, nothing that happened to a chaotic goofball was worth being surprised about. But Korgan's pale, evasive words piqued Solam's interest instead. He wanted to know what had made Korgan so hesitant.

"Heh heh, sounds like there's a story there. Tell me about it."

"No! There isn't! I just don't like digging holes! There's no story!" The moment Korgan heard that, he jumped up and loudly denied it. But with such obvious attempts to conceal the truth, there was no way Solam would let it go.

"Come on, tell me. We're just killing time anyway. Why not tell me your story? Look, you're working for me now. I can't know nothing about you, can I? All I know is that your name is Korgan. I don't know a thing about your past."

"There's nothing to know about me! Besides, it's the same