Chapter 425 They are "lucky" (1 update)

"Except for some malnutrition, there are no major physical problems."

"However, their mental state is relatively bad. Many have given up thinking and it will take a long time to recover..."

Sun Sheng shook his head, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Divine magic is not omnipotent. Physical injuries may not be completely cured, and spiritual trauma is even more helpless.

Biting her lips tightly, Mira looked at the half-elf with a numb and frightened expression in her eyes, gritted her teeth and said:

"Damn slave trade, don't let me touch them!"

Alona didn't take Mira's words to heart. After confirming that the physical condition of her compatriots was fine, she felt relieved and smiled and nodded to Sun Sheng in thanks:

"Thank you for your help. They are fine. Time will heal the trauma."

Alona believes that the compatriots who can survive are not so fragile.

After living in the Gulf Territory for a longer period of time, they will gradually recover.

Alona pointed to the white basement and said with a smile and tone:

Before hearing those words, everyone froze on the spot. They all narrowed their eyes subconsciously and stared at Ren Roucai in astonishment. Some thoughts suddenly appeared in their hearts.

These half-elves can start working one after another.

Everyone who has withdrawn has no tasks or work of their own, so there is no reason to beg others?

However, they find nothing incredible.

The hundreds of felons walking at the front stared at Alona as she walked over without fear.

A few 10 heavy-duty prisoners whose strength and conditions met the standard were arrested.

Elona felt that what the lord said was right, but after their bodies recovered and received certain training.

Mira and Ren Rou looked at each other, thinking about the meaning of Ren Roucai's words.

"For people who are too full, they must have something to do, otherwise they will have random thoughts!"

Outside the above-ground laboratory.

When he said that, Old John was completely unimpressed. After saying that, he smiled at us and turned around and left with the half-elves who had completed the inspection.

"We are lucky. In the future we worked for others to survive, but now we work for ourselves."

Unfortunately, we have a choice!

The felons looked at the eight-armed demon statues walking towards each other, with waves of fear in their hearts and their bodies trembling consciously.

Indeed, we used to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Did Sun Sheng say anything? I want to hear Old John’s answer.

Old John pointed at the frightened half-elves, suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, and continued to talk to us patiently:

Don’t we have any hope of getting rid of our status as prisoners?

Those soldiers who undergo surgical transformation are not the worst candidates!

Studying flesh and blood spells is Yaya’s smallest gain from becoming an arcanist.

Alona did not hide these arrangements from Mira and Sun Sheng.

After hearing what Elona said, everyone who had hopes ignited in their hearts immediately narrowed their eyes.

"We are lucky to have worse living conditions than we will have in the future..."

"Assist the golems in their work outside the laboratory. They give orders and then control them."

Alona waved to us again, and with hope in our hearts, we quickly came closer and registered the information on the guard's instructions.

"Although they can go out for the time being, they all have a job that pays well!"

"Come here, let's register their personal information first, your name, where he comes from, and where he lives."

The corners of the old village chief Field's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.

The former took out a list, waved to us, and said solemnly with emotion:

It was hard to understand at first, but we quickly came to our senses.

Wherever there is no golem, there must be no spellcaster.

"Dragon!"

Such conditions are less bad than we imagined!

"Not quite a few of them have been wrongly accused..."

Before we could react, Yaya had not yet issued an order to the eight-armed golem.

Mina, who was outspoken and slow to speak, asked firmly:

"After work, they cannot learn knowledge, learn how to become professionals, or write letters to outsiders."

We will all be living there for a long time in the future.

"We also think about living without dignity. The Gulf Territory is our only chance..."

Yes, we will become experimental materials for the lord villain.

"Real dragon!"

"There is nothing else to worry about. That is what everyone who retreats to the Gulf Territory needs to do."

That means we are under the control of the caster.

"Work 8 hours a day, take two days off every week, and the daily salary is tentatively set at 10 silver coins, of which 2 silver coins are used as compensation for closed management."

Could it be that the "good and bad life" in the Gulf Territory is just talk?

That's what we deserve, and it's what we "work hard" to achieve.

"What is your job? How long will the working hours be?"

Looking at the fierce-looking Alona, ​​one of them took courage and asked curiously:

The Gulf Territory has not yet connected to the above-ground world. It is time to form a comprehensive force and prepare to retreat for a deeper exploration.

The remaining felons will know where we are going.

Alona looked at the frightened felons and smiled warmly before saying:

We accepted "questions" again, and Alona arranged for us to leave the above-ground living area before confirming again.

Looking at us suspiciously, Ren Roucai's question was very realistic. Seeing the silence between the two of them, he sighed secretly and patiently explained to us:

"After we have fully recovered, are we suitable to work?"

"Can't they cure us? If not, feel free to do whatever they want..."

Those felons screamed in horror, and soon disappeared outside the dark passage under the panicked gazes of others.

Noticing Yaya's gaze, all the prisoners trembled with fright, and many of them collapsed on the ground, muttering to themselves:

After all, as long as they don't have time to think wildly, their mental problems will recover little by little.

The fear in my heart has become more intense.

Smiling Yaya looks at us expectantly, you haven’t finished choosing a suitable target yet.

"Even if you keep supporting us and make us work, the lord will care about the expenses, but is that really bad?"

That's wrong. Even the Church of the Magical Male God doesn't accept everyone.

Magic experiments, testing spells, body modifications and many other unique ways to die can make us feel the fear deep in our hearts.

Why should we be so anxious to start work?

"I doubt they are very polite, so you have absolutely no need to lie to them..."
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