Someone took the initiative, and the remaining three foremen lost face and compromised, but there was no other way. Downton was too powerful, and they were scared to death.
There were only three of the original dozen foremen left, and they did not want to be like those people, lying in pieces on the ground.
The magicians also retreated. After all, if they die, they will no longer be able to enjoy the luxurious life they have now.
"You fight whenever you want and stop whenever you want? What do you think of me?" Downton sneered, "Nothing is that cheap in this world!"
The miners looked at the corpses on the ground, their faces turned pale, and then they heard the big foreman's words, and their eyes suddenly turned to Downton, full of envy.
It was incredible that this young man had climbed to this position after only two days here, but he was quickly stunned by Downton's answer.
"What? Did I hear it correctly? He actually disagreed?"
"The big foreman is already the limit of what a miner can do. Is it possible that he still wants to be a supervisor?"
"Stop dreaming. The overseers are all direct descendants of the old boss Doshaf. They control the dagger mine for him. Even the new boss Dofink can't handle it. How can Downton, a commoner, fight with others?"
The miners whispered, feeling that Downton was a little arrogant and that the best outcome would be to take the opportunity to step down.
"Then what do you want to do?" The corners of the big foremen's mouths twitched. Although they wanted Downton to die in their hearts, they kept smiles on their faces and used honorifics.
"It depends on your sincerity."
The other party made it clear that they wanted to kill him, so of course Downton would not hold back, because letting them go with just a few nice words would be stupid.
"Three thousand gold coins!" The three foremen communicated with their eyes and gestures, and quoted the price.
"Is your life worth three thousand gold coins?" Downton smiled, then his face darkened. "If you don't have thirty thousand gold coins, just die!"
"Where do we get so much money?" Before a big foreman could finish crying, a crossbow arrow suddenly shot out and drove into his eye socket.
The remaining magicians were so frightened that they peeed and looked at Jackson while retreating in disorder. The other man's weird smile made them feel unsafe even with their soul shields on.
Bang, the body hit the ground, causing a burst of exclamations.
One person was shot dead on the spot, and no one of the previously extremely arrogant magicians dared to fart and criticize Downton.
"Bah, you want to send our master away with only three thousand gold coins? Can you be any more naive?" Jackson strung up the crossbow and cursed. "Hang them all and hang them up in public. Let everyone know that it is wrong to offend the majesty of the master of Downton.
What will happen?"
The ghouls with halos under their feet stepped forward in unison, intending to continue killing.
"Thirty thousand gold coins, we're out." The three foremen shouted anxiously, their flesh aching to death. How many miners would have to be squeezed to get back the heavy bleeding this time?
Wow. The miners who were watching were making noise again. They didn't expect the foremen to be so rich. Then the anger that they dared not speak out climbed onto their faces.
"Quiet!" Downton shouted.
The air in front of the building suddenly became quiet.
"These 30,000 gold coins will not go into my pocket. I will set it up as a relief fund. If any miner is injured, he can go to my place for free treatment."
Downton yelled. He knew that if he accepted the money, he would definitely plant the seeds of anger in the hearts of the miners. He might as well use it to win people's hearts.
"Long live the Foreman of Downton!"
The workers immediately felt relieved and shouted out, and the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.
They have not forgotten that the young man in front of them is still a paladin. If he is injured in the future, there is no need to worry about not having money for treatment and waiting to be disabled.
Grimoire was quite satisfied after hearing this. Downton had considered the issue very carefully. Thirty thousand gold coins was a huge sum of money to others, but it couldn't even fit between his teeth.
In the war space, there are also gold bricks obtained from the Hohenzollern Bank, which are filled with ten large containers and are worth more than 100 million.
With Homer's IQ, he had already guessed that Downton was going to start preparing a healing potion. Since he couldn't sell it anyway, he might as well give it to the miners, killing two birds with one stone.
"You three, come here!" Downton raised his fingers towards the remaining foremen.
The three unlucky guys who were named were extremely reluctant, but when they saw Jackson about to shoot an arrow, they quickly ran over and said, "Don't do it. What are your orders?"
"Those big foremen who died, I don't care how much property they had, I only want 50,000 gold coins." Downton put his arm around the shoulders of a big foreman and lowered his voice.
"Ah, there's not that much. Thirty thousand is already our limit." The big foreman exclaimed.
"The thirty thousand I just mentioned was paid by the three of you." Downton's voice was as cold as the cold wind in the north, piercing his spine, "Don't force me to double the 'mental damage fee'."
The three foremen looked at Downton's eyes, their expressions fell, and they nodded. They found that Downton was not easy to fool at all.
"We must act quickly, seize the dead foreman's men, pry open their mouths, and ask where the gold coins are hidden!"
"Go for it!"
After hearing Downton's words, the three foremen ran away without looking back as if they had been granted amnesty.
"Do you really want to give him 80,000 gold coins?" A big foreman was depressed. They had saved up their wealth for several years.
"Does he have a good idea? If you want money, you must first pass the level of the mine boss and the supervisor."
"Yes, if we delay for a while, he will be killed by those two forces within a week."
The three foremen whispered, thinking that after Downton's death, half of the miners in the mine would fall under their command, they couldn't help but laugh happily.
"Master, those three guys obviously have ulterior motives, why don't you kill them?" Jackson licked the corner of his mouth and aimed his crossbow at the big foreman's back. However, he did not dare to make a sneak attack without waiting for the order.
"Hmph, do you think I don't know?" Looking at the three people leaving, Downton sneered, "The big trouble is still behind me. What if I get hurt by forcing them to jump over the wall?"
Jackson didn't need to ask, because when he saw the miners, they quickly moved to the sides as if they were encountering snakes and scorpions.
A group of supervisors wearing black uniforms walked over proudly.
"Don't worry, if they don't comply, I will make them understand the punishment for offending me!" Downton stared at the chief engineer. This man was a muscular man with a sinewy face and an air of violence.
"I can't wait." Jackson's bloody eyes wandered.
The supervisors' momentum suddenly froze, and their green eyes were like predators looking for food, as if they were thinking about which part of their body would be easier to eat.
"Are you making trouble?" The supervisor, who had interacted with Downton in the foreman's building before, stood up and questioned him.
"Did your eye see me causing trouble?" Downton asked. The aggressive attitude of these guys clearly meant bad intentions.
"Boy, this is the Dagger Mine, and we are the overseers." The leader of the overseers gently tapped the armband on his arm with the short black stick in his hand, "All the miners are under our control. If you don't want to suffer a loss, just be obedient.
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The big foremen were fighting. The miners still dared to watch the fun. Now that the supervisor appeared, they left quickly and did not dare to stay longer.
This shows how brutal and domineering the supervisors' style is. In the mine, they control everything about the miners, including life and death.
"Oh. What are you going to do?" Downton waved his hand, "Jackson, go get the grimoire from the dormitory and absorb the soul remains."
"If you want to be a big foreman, you don't just have to win some bastards. You also have to pay a tribute of 50,000 gold coins a month. If you can't get it back, don't think so."
Being a big foreman does require money, but it doesn't require that much. The lion, the chief overseer, said that he was interested in Downton's battle ax and grimoire, and even the armor on the ghoul. They wanted it too.
Downton was silent, wondering whether to fall out with them. It wouldn't matter if he offended a group of supervisors, the key was the attitude of the new boss.
The miners who walked far away craned their necks to watch, and sighed when they saw that Downton no longer had the toughness he had just now. Sure enough, no one dared to provoke the supervisory forces.
"Seeing as you are so poor, it doesn't matter if you have no money. Use those armors and battle axes to pay off the debt. When you raise enough money, you can redeem them." The supervisor couldn't wait any longer and asked for it. Even a fool knows that as long as
Whatever they get, even if it's a stone, you don't want to take it back.
"If you are daydreaming, please do it while you are sleeping." Downton countered. He suddenly realized that he actually had no choice. These supervisors looked greedy and murderous, and they obviously had no intention of letting him go tonight.
"What? If you have the guts, tell your side!"
"court death!"
The overseers tightened their grip on their short sticks and rushed up to beat Downton.
Downton took action, and hit an overseer in the face with a fist wrapped in a steel glove, knocking out half of his teeth and causing his nose to bleed.
"Huh? Are you actually an ordinary person? Where do you have the confidence to cause trouble for me?" Downton joked and struck harder.
The heavy combat boots kicked hard at the overseer's abdomen and knees, and all those who were hit fell down, screaming in agony.
The miners were stunned. They didn't expect that Downton even beat the supervisor. Did he want to die?
"Stop, you've disrupted the order of the mine. I'm going to put you in a small dark cell for a month and let you reflect." The chief engineer roared, his face so gloomy that he almost dripped with ink, "Go and call the garrison over, someone has rebelled."
The overseers are lawless and rely on the power in their hands. Not all of these people are magicians. A large part of them are related to Dosav and are silverfish that were stuffed in.
Dofink had long wanted to root out these guys, but their power was so intertwined and so tightly knit. As soon as he had an idea, the miners, instigated by the supervisors, went on strike and started causing trouble, so he had to stop.
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If the ore production is affected, Duke Placido will remove Dofink without Doshaf taking action. He doesn't need a waste who can't even do such a thing.
A group of armored guards ran over panting, surrounded Downton, and pointed their spears at him.
"Downton, you are dead. I will let you know the consequences of disobeying me." The superintendent screamed, "Catch him and hang him." (To be continued...)
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