Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 660

#660. The introduction is late.

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Wei Ying.

like a flowing stream.

The container belt keeps turning.

To the left and right of it, countless prisoners were assembling, inspecting, and packing the parts of the machine being brought in.

‘Why why am I…’

Among them, a boy who is particularly short.

Dmitry lamented inwardly.

Of course I knew why.

It was only natural that he, who sympathized with the revolutionary government, was imprisoned in Gulag.

But understanding and accepting were different matters.

Although he himself cheered when everyone was happy for the success of the revolution and cooperated with the revolutionary government like everyone else.

I was forced to do this kind of labor in Gulag when my future was still bright.

I couldn’t help but regret it.

But what can I do?

The Russian Khanate is a country ruled by a dictator.

Once in Gulag, it was absolutely impossible to get out of here until the labor period was over.

It was at that moment that a hard mechanical sound came from the speakers on the ceiling.

[No. D2132739. Warning due to slowdown.]

“No, I just took a short break…”

[No. D2132739. Add 1 penalty point for protesting. Current cumulative penalty points of 4.]

“…!”

It’s like having a goofball right next to you and then reassembling the parts in a hurry, even with a sad expression on your face.

Seeing this, Dmitri suddenly came to his senses.

And back to work again.

If it was outside, the labor point would have been cut and finished even if the work was rough, but this place is Gulag.

As the penalty points piled up, Gulag’s few stigma meals were replaced with nutritional supplements, and of course he was banned from entering the game room.

or increase the sentence.

Being taken to the correctional room, etc.

Because I could have suffered all kinds of punishment.

[Today’s working hours are over. Everyone, stop working, change your clothes, and go to the restaurant.]

Fortunately, the gulag rolls surprisingly reasonably.

Is it because the silver dragon clan that created this system has a conscience, or is it to efficiently use valuable labor?

Do you strictly observe working hours?

Thanks to that, by the time I finished the 9th hour of work.

Dmitri was able to get out of the nuthole workbench.

Shoot it.

Put greasy overalls in the automatic laundry sorter.

After washing off sweat and oil with hot water in the shower.

change into new clothes

go to a restaurant

So, we receive borscht, wheat bread salad, and kvass, which is a soup with large lamb ribs, distributed by a distribution machine, and start our meal.

Well well.

After eating lamb ribs of borscht.

Dip wheat bread in the sour soup and eat it.

After turning over the grease with a vinaigrette (????????), which is a mixture of vinegar, oil, pepper, and salt, such as potatoes and chard cabbage.

Swallow kvass, a drink made by fermenting black bread.

Just by swallowing one bite at a time, the hungry stomach is full and energy returns to the tired body.

However, Dmitri’s face, which filled his stomach like that, was gloomy.

‘I want to drink…’

Kvass has a bit of a spicy taste, but it’s only 1% alcohol.

It’s almost like a beast.

Even though he was still underage, for a Russian whose blood was half alcohol, it only made him thirstier.

[At current prices, a bottle of vodka costs 37 labor points. Do you agree?]

“Ha, who cares about useless labor places anyway? I agree, so give it to me quickly!”

[37 labor points are subtracted. The remaining labor points are 23 points.]

Take vodka from the distribution machine.

It was for this reason that Dmitry looked with envy at the giant who drank as soon as he sat down next to him.

Did you feel that gaze?

The giant glared at Dmitri.

“What you looking at?”

“Oh nothing.”

“This young guy’s baby! Did you not know that he was trying to steal my alcohol?”

“It’s not like that…”

“What’s wrong with not!”

The boy’s objection seemed to anger him.

The giant, who had been glaring at Dmitri with eyes that seemed to be pilfering, reached out to grab his collar.

The moment Dmitri shrugged at the rough touch.

A voice was heard.

“Stop it. Aren’t you a child?”

“Don’t worry about other people’s business…!”

don’t intervene

The giant who was about to shout stopped.

Dmitri’s eyes widened too.

It wasn’t just because the man who passed by with the tray from behind and spoke to him knew who it was.

It was because the moment the man intervened, the eyes of the others around them were all focused on the two of them.

If you swing your fist at the man…

No, if you show a bit of a tough attitude, you’ll step out.

Geohan finally lowered his fist at the heavy stares of dozens and hundreds of prisoners who were silently looking at him.

“…to be unlucky.”

jump!

“I am not one of those people who say revolution like you, but I am a body caught in a serious crime. ok? I know that if you look at it lightly, you will end up with it!”

harsh yelling.

However, when Dmitri blinked at the back of the giant who disappeared as if he were running away with a tray and vodka.

The man who sat in his place asked calmly.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah yes. thank you.”

Dmitry was taken aback.

Then, swallowing dry saliva, he spoke cautiously.

“Clerk Bachemensky.”

“Brothers are enough.”

“How dare I…”

“Don’t say that. Aren’t we all brothers of the same will?”

Looking at the man with a calm smile.

Dmitri was thrilled.

As an aide to Sergei, the last secretary of the Soviet Union, he was in a position close to the top of the list.

To call himself a brother who was nothing more than a member of the Revolutionary Party and treat him like this.

Because it was something that really impressed me.

“You must have a lot of difficulties in many ways, but cheer up.”

“Yes, Clerk!”

It’s a shame to read it in the middle of the day.

When Bachemensky smiled bitterly at the boy who was listening to his words with one ear because his eyes were shining brightly.

The mechanical gold sounded again.

[All attention.]

He hesitated.

[Two new inmates came in today. It is subject to special management, so inmates should appreciate contact.]

“…Subject to special management? two people?”

All the inmates who were eating for a long time or moving with their food trays looked puzzled.

From revolutionaries to felons.

Even in this Gulag, there were only a handful of prisoners who received special care.

Gulag’s standards were so strict that only a few, including Bachemenski, were classified as special class out of a total of more than 100,000 prisoners.

However, as many as two special management targets came in together.

I couldn’t help but be puzzled.

And so was Dmitry.

‘All the high-ranking members of the revolutionary government must have been caught… Where are the leaders of other regions? Or some heinous criminal?’

What crime have you committed?

The dining room door opened slowly as Dmitri watched with curiosity.

and right after that.

All prisoners were hardened.

This is because the appearance of the newly appeared subject of special management was so unique.

white straitjacket.

necklace around the neck.

A chain that connects the arm to the neck.

Ankle shackles and eyepatch gags, etc.

Rather than a prisoner, the appearance of a beast or a mentally ill person tied up was extremely conspicuous even in this Gulag.

But at this very moment.

It wasn’t the clothes that caught the attention of the inmates.

It was because of the very beautiful and familiar face of the girl who was not wearing an eyepatch and gag.

‘Daekan?!’

‘It’s ridiculous, why is Daekan like this…!’

‘Ho, are you trying to play a death game here?’

The inmates were bluish.

Why did Catherine come here?

why are you acting like that

I didn’t understand it at all.

But that only made them more afraid.

It was because everyone knew that she, a ferret dictator and madwoman, could do anything.

So when they are all hardened.

rattle.

“Clerk Seo?”

Bachemensky gets up.

I see you heading towards her.

Dmitri’s eyes widened.

It is Yekatrice who is notorious for considering the revolutionary army as a thorn in the eye.

It was because I was breathless just imagining what they would do to him, who was a high-ranking member of the revolutionary government.

Just like that, when Dmitri inadvertently swallows dry saliva and the other members of the revolutionary army raise their tensions while holding onto their forks.

The girl opened her mouth.

“It’s been a while. How are you? no see.”

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

“…?”

and.

Rising question mark.

“You got caught after all.”

“huh. I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad to see you in such good health.”

“…???”

Seriously calm.

No, when they are embarrassed by the atmosphere of the two people who seem to be amicable beyond that level.

Bachemensky finally revealed her identity.

“Sister Elshar.”

and that moment.

The restaurant was filled with a different sense of embarrassment.

“…El Shar?”

“Could it be that Elshar? He played a decisive role in the last revolution and raised a new revolutionary army?”

“Come to think of it, I’ve heard rumors that the Elshar sisters look exactly like the dictator…”

The inmates murmured.

Of course, he played an important role by appearing like a comet and infiltrating the Kremlin Palace.

During the revolution, lead the charge.

Doing the work of a thousand people alone.

Lastly, Elshar, who resented the corrupt revolutionary government and raised the New Revolutionary Army, is quite famous among the revolutionaries.

In a sense, he was as much a symbol of the revolution as Bachemensky.

However, after the demon’s resurrection.

Rumors that she had disappeared and died suddenly appeared like an established theory.

It was embarrassing for the prisoners, most of whom were from the Revolutionary Army.

‘Could it be the cover of the dictator?’

‘But then the Bachemenski brothers must have recognized it.’

‘But maybe…’

At the gaze that touched the back of the head.

Bachemensky hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, he closed his eyes and said.

“Hey, you look thinner than before.”

“Don’t mind if it’s a chest. It’s because I couldn’t put mulberry in it because of the straitjacket.”

“If you eat well and exercise, you will grow.”

“There is no need to grow up. I am the cutest this way.”

‘…isn’t it?’

‘Well, no matter how great it is, I’m going to do something crazy like this.’

‘First of all, the size is different.’

When the inmates agree when they see the slender body compared to the dictator’s straight curves, which are clearly visible because he is wearing a tight-fitting straitjacket.

Bachemensky struggled to turn the conversation around.

“So who is the person behind you?”

“Come to think of it, the introduction is late.”

after laughing

Elshar stretched out his arm.

And, unlike himself whose chains were released, he slightly released the eye patch and gag of another special management target whose whole body was restrained by clothes and chains.

spoke lightly.

“This awesome older sister’s name is Lynn.”

Toxically tall.

A slim body without any flab.

Hair as white and clean as snow.

On top of that, a body trained like a beast, yet slim like a well-forged blade and balanced like a statue.

Sharp eyes and graceful face harmonize with the bloody atmosphere, and even the beauty that has a mysterious and neutral charm.

With the other inmates who were literally mesmerized by the sight of a beauty with a ‘perfect body’.

In front of Bachemensky, who is alone and shaken.

on an expressionless face.

with a mischievous smile

Elshar hugged her tightly and said lightly.

“This is my older sister.”

“…”

It seems like it will eat someone.

Look at the blue shining eyes.

Bachemensky had no choice but to break out in a cold sweat and ignore the truth about who this white-haired beauty with golden eyes was.