Hot water sprayed out from the shower head and fell on Downton's back, washing away the fatigue that had accumulated recently.
In the bathroom, steam was steaming, and the noisy voices were drowned out by the sound of running water.
Downton put his hands on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. After letting his mind clear for a while, he began to think about how to deal with the upcoming problems.
With overseers, Lister, Hannah, and even Dofink who didn't know what to think about, Downton found that he had been in real trouble recently.
If Downton dies in the Dagger Mine, it will be a real advantage for Robinson. Once the wealth of the entire underground city is excavated, with his IQ and talent, he will definitely become one of the richest men in Delankford, become a new noble, and join the upper class.
society.
"I've seen Abomination, but I don't know how strong that mage in black robe is? By the way, there's also a giant skeletal dragon." Downton muttered to himself and reached for the soap, but someone snatched it away first.
Already.
"Foreman Downton, do you mind if I use it for a while?"
One of the foreman's thugs had a smile on his face and his tone was very respectful, but Downton could see a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.
"Foreman, you are tired, let me rub your back!"
"Sit here and I'll wash your feet."
"Foreman, yesterday's battle really opened our eyes. You are so awesome."
A group of miners gathered around and treated Downton as if they were their ancestors.
"Are you trying to delay time?" Downton didn't feel arrogant just because he was being fawned over. His casual words made the goons' expressions freeze.
"Haha, you are joking. We really admire you for being the one who dares to provoke the big foremen single-handedly. You are definitely the first person in the past ten years."
The thugs echoed, their faces a bit unnatural. They did this under the orders of the supervisor, naturally to delay time so that they could steal things.
Their eyes looked at each other. The thugs were confused again. What if someone wants to leave? What should they do? Is there really going to be a fight? Ever since they saw Downton challenge a group of more than fifty people yesterday, they no longer dare to provoke Tangton anymore.
After a pause, they didn't want to be turned into broken corpses and thrown into an abandoned pit.
But if you want to live in the mine, you cannot disobey the supervisor's orders.
"I am Di Polo, a common boy, why do I think so fast?" The thugs slandered in their hearts, praying for the supervisor to move quickly. Then they saw that Downton had no intention of leaving, and after heaving a sigh of relief, they felt a little uncomfortable.
untie.
"Hey, isn't this kid a fool?"
"Isn't he afraid of losing things?"
The thugs were still thinking wildly when suddenly there was a loud bang, which shocked them and fell to the ground, their ears ringing.
The foreman's building was shaking, and even the bathroom ceiling had cracks. Some broken pieces fell down, causing the thugs to hold their heads.
"Here's the soap for you!" Downton walked to the changing room, wiped off the water droplets on his body, put on his shorts, and walked out of the bathroom.
The corridor was full of people watching the excitement. When they saw Downton appear, they immediately said hello with a smile and stepped aside to make way for him.
"The Foreman of Downton."
The constant compliments have already demonstrated Downton's status.
"Sir, I don't know what happened to your room. It suddenly exploded. I'm going to find someone to clean up a new room for you."
"No need." Downton was not in a hurry. With Homer's proud character, since he said he didn't need to worry about it, it must be all right.
The dormitory was completely blown open, and the surrounding walls were pitch black with burn marks, but the backpack placed on the bed was intact.
There were three tattered corpses on the ground, which had been burned to charcoal, and a burning smell filled the air.
"Did you set a trap in the room?" Hamlet was standing in the dormitory praying for the three unlucky people. When he saw Downton coming in, he asked.
"Yeah!" Downton opened his backpack and saw the grimoire lying quietly inside.
"What a pity, only three thieves came."
On the title page, a line of font appeared, and there was a sense of disappointment between the lines.
"So that's the purpose." Downton suddenly realized. He thought Homer didn't let him take it because he knew it well, but he didn't expect that there was a follow-up plan to kill someone.
As an ancient grimoire, Homer certainly has many means of self-protection. The last time it was taken away by Foreman Ost was because it was inconspicuous and safer by pretending to be an ordinary book. Now that it has been seen by many people,
Then of course there is no need to hold back.
Under the blast of fire, even if Downton was hit head-on, he would still be seriously injured if he didn't die.
"There are only three soul remains, which only consumes a little more magic energy than the magic I released. It's a big loss." Homer was depressed. "If I had known, I would have made it bigger and blew up the entire Foreman.
, there is a group of magicians here, and they must be able to harvest a lot of soul remains."
Downton was shocked. For the first time, he discovered that Homer was not only vicious and proud, but also a sinister person. Fortunately, he was not a terrorist and was not crazy enough to blow up the entire mine.
"What's that expression on your face? You don't think I'm going to blow up the Dagger Mine, do you?" Homer asked.
"No, how could Master Homer do such a thing?" Downton quickly denied.
"Humph!" Homer projected an exclamation point, obviously not believing it.
"What happened?" The supervisors in black uniforms arrived, each carrying a short stick and looking fierce. "Get out of the way, don't block the road."
"You are causing trouble again, come with us!"
The overseer leader, who had had a double relationship, looked at the three corpses and knew that the plan had failed. But it didn't matter. There was still a second part. As long as he took Downton into the dark cell, he had the final say on how to torture him.
"Who do you think you are? Do you dare to interfere in my affairs?" Downton was disdainful.
A circle of light with a radius of one meter appeared in the air next to Downton. The big bronze hand grasped the torn dragon tooth and handed it out.
"We are the supervisors, and the entire mine is under our control." The supervisor was so angry that even the big foremen and mine tyrants would never dare to talk to them like this.
"Oh, I understand, that was before." Downton nodded, "From now on, no one except the person in charge has the right to control me."
"Long live Downton Foreman!"
When the cronies who came over heard this, they all felt extremely domineering and shouted. Their fate was now connected with Downton's, so naturally they supported him unconditionally.
"Catch him!" shouted the chief overseer.
Downton held the Tearing Dragon Fang, activated the power of the giant, and slashed towards his head.
Everyone saw a clenched fist rune appear on Downton's head. Just as the golden light flashed, a ball of blood burst out, followed by a head rolling to the floor.
The headless corpse was like a fountain, with bright red blood rushing out from the neck and then splattering everywhere.
There was silence in the entire corridor, and all the faces were filled with disbelief. They thought Downton was speaking harshly, but they didn't expect that he took action immediately and hacked the supervisor to death.
"you you!"
The remaining overseers were so frightened that they were trembling and speechless. Unlike the big foremen who had climbed up by force, these people were either relatives of the old boss Doshaf who could not be beaten, or they relied on sweet words or
I bought a position at a high price.
In the past, relying on the power of supervisors, one could show off one's power, but now that Downton doesn't like this, all he can do is suffer.
"Say one more thing and I will chop you to death!" Downton said in a calm voice, wiping the ax blade on the fallen body.
Downton did it on purpose. He believed that this statement would soon reach Dofink's ears. After experiencing what happened last night, meeting the servant, and hearing Hamlet's introduction, if he still couldn't figure it out.
The situation in the mine was too stupid that day.
The supervisors looked at the tomahawk that seemed to be about to strike at any time. They didn't even bother to restrain the corpses of their colleagues and left in a hurry. Only when they reached the stairs did a man have the courage to roar.
"Downton, let's wait and see."
The thugs watched Downton leave and began to whisper again. As veterans, they all understood the recent situation in the mine, but most of them were not optimistic about Dofink. After all, Doshav was too powerful.
"If Dauphink wins, Downton will definitely be prosperous in the future."
"I heard that Doshav did not return to the Duke's Palace immediately and was still staying at a manor in the suburbs. This means that he has not given up. It is difficult to say who will win."
"We have to fight to the death. The gossip I heard said that Dofink took office too quickly and suddenly. Doshaf has accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, and it is all hidden in some abandoned mines in the mine.
There is no way to transport it away, and no one would be willing to change it."
The thugs couldn't help but swallowed their saliva. If they could find that wealth, wouldn't they not have to worry about it for the rest of their lives?
"Downton, you are too cruel." Harley accused, "As a paladin, you shouldn't be bloodthirsty."
"Are you waiting to be captured and beaten to death by them?" Downton knew Harley's moralistic character, so he was not angry. "For the crimes they committed, death is just a late punishment. If I don't do it, there will be others."
More miners were abused and even killed by them."
"But……"
"May their souls rest in peace in heaven!" Downton lowered his eyes and prayed devoutly.
Hamlet no longer argued and was also praying, but compared to Downton, his movements were more perfect, and his mentality was sincerely praying for those dead ghosts.
"Hey, this seems like a good way to interrupt his chattering!" Downton glanced at Harley and found that he was really a staunch believer in the goddess.
After sleeping all night, Downton finally felt refreshed. In the morning, he went for a walk around various mining areas. Immediately, people kept flattering him, and some small foremen even started to stuff him with money.
After a great battle, only three of the big foremen were dead. These small foremen were also planning and sending money everywhere in order to get higher positions.
Of course, Downton's force is too strong, especially after seeing it with his own eyes, so he doesn't dare to be hostile, so naturally he can only give money to get people to agree to become the big foreman.
During breakfast, Dofink learned what Downton had done last night and was very satisfied, so he decided to advance the meeting time. (To be continued...)