Downton's time was very tight. He estimated that in about a week, the guards who could not wait for him to compromise would have to use violent death methods, or maybe even earlier.
"We must find a way to ensure our own safety as soon as possible." Downton didn't have any fear, and his heart wasn't even nervous enough to beat faster. If he couldn't solve this kind of trouble, how could he be worthy of being the master of the ancient grimoire?
Lying in his backpack, Homer was very satisfied with Downton's performance. If he didn't even have this courage and courage, he might as well go back to Morning Mist Town and be a postman for the rest of his life.
The world of magicians is one of jungle and jungle.
The squadron leader asked his men to clean up the mess and ran to the regiment leader's barracks to quickly report the news of Downton's arrival.
The townspeople of Lima Town gathered together and kept a full twenty meters distance from Downton, fearing that they would be regarded as one of his gang and be implicated.
Gotze sat on the ground, regretting his cowardly behavior just now. He wanted to talk to Downton, but he was too scared to speak.
After waiting for less than five minutes, before Downton could figure it out, a mine manager rushed over.
"From today on, you are all under my responsibility." The supervisor was frothing and giving a lecture with a grumpy temper. "Follow me quickly, don't look around, don't ask questions, work honestly, and in a month you will be able to
Leave and still get a salary.”
The steward said the precautions and led everyone through the mine to the dormitory area.
The open-pit black steel ore has been dug out, and the miners are working in the underground mines. The dull sound of hammers hitting iron drills can be heard through the dark tunnels.
Some miners, with their arms covered with sweat, emerged from the tunnel pushing wheelbarrows filled with ore to transport them to the smelting area.
At the end of the line of sight, there is a factory area with tall chimneys standing upright, emitting thick black smoke.
Gotze staggered, walking like a zombie. The entire mining area was shrouded in gray smoke, and because of the large amount of mineral powder floating around, there was also a pungent smell.
Sweat, mottled blood stains on the ground, and strong men constitute the main colors of the mine. Except for the laughter of the guards and the sound of digging, there is almost no sound here.
Almost every miner's face is full of exhaustion, bitterness, and untold suffering. They don't dare to be lazy at all, because even as free people, they have quotas of tasks every day. If they can't complete them, they won't be able to eat.
For minor things, they would be beaten, and in serious cases they might even be locked in a dark room or hung on a stake to be exposed to the sun.
At the gate of the dormitory area, there were 20 high platforms built, with some miners hanging upside down on them. Their bodies were covered with whip marks and bloodstains were messy, and they didn't even have the strength to cry.
"Let's see, that's the result of not being able to dig enough ore, so if you don't want to suffer, you have to work hard."
The steward pointed to the high platform, which was the first warning to the miners.
"Don't worry, steward, we will work hard." The leading civilian was very experienced and stuffed a few silver coins into the steward's pocket while no one was paying attention.
Several other townspeople came over with smiling faces and secretly stared at the silver coins.
"You want more money?" Gotze discovered that life in the Dagger Mine was not as simple as his father said. No wonder when he came, his mother refused to say anything.
The miners who gave the money breathed a sigh of relief, while the other townspeople were ashen-faced. They knew that if they couldn't please the manager, they would definitely make things difficult for them when arranging dormitories. They would just throw you into a place with many thorns and villains.
In the dormitory, just wait to be bullied.
"Does anyone have any questions?" The steward looked at Downton. It was clear that he was speaking to him. Looking at this leather armor, the steward felt that he should be able to squeeze some oil out of him.
"This is my third time coming to the mine." Downton smiled, showing his white teeth, which was full of irony. He had already thought about it, even if he died, he would not let these people blackmail him.
"Very good, it seems that a brave boy has come this time." The manager's face twitched, and his tone was full of threats, "I will definitely find you some caring roommates and let them take good care of you."
The dormitory area occupies a large area and consists of nearly fifty high-rise buildings. They are all built with stone and have a strong magic circle attached. They are very strong and will not be easily destroyed even if there is a mudslide.
The steward led a group of people into Building No. 6. In order to facilitate management and prevent trouble, the free miners from the same town had to be dispersed.
"Put your things and meet in the lobby on the first floor in three minutes. If you are late, there will be no dinner." The steward walked through the corridor and pointed to the dormitory from time to time to arrange for the miners to go in.
"Boy, it's your turn, go in!" The steward stood in front of the door of dormitory No. 8 on the third floor, looking at Downton with a smile, "I think you can stay here for three days. By the way, if you want to change dormitories
, you can come to me at any time.”
Downton opened the door, and the stench of sweat and feet hit his face, almost knocking him off his feet.
The dormitory is not big, and the six double beds with bunk beds take up almost all the space, making the dormitory even more cramped.
The bed was covered with dirty clothes, and the two tables were filled with sundries and food crumbs.
Downton walked to the cabinet in the corner, opened one, and after making sure no one was using it, he put his backpack in.
"Homer, is it okay to put you here?" Downton took out the iron lock. In fact, this thing has no use, it is just a psychological comfort.
"Don't worry about me. You should quickly find a way to get rid of the life of a miner. Are you really going to waste a month digging for ore underground?" Homer hates the current environment. Unfortunately, there is no way. Fortunately, it is a demon.
You have no sense of smell, otherwise you will definitely be smoked to death.
"Then pay attention to yourself, I'm leaving first." Downton locked the cabinet and rushed to the lobby on the first floor.
"Follow closely, don't fall behind." The steward finished arranging the dormitories, waited for everyone to gather, and took them to the warehouse area.
"Stand still, come one by one, no chaos." In front of a large warehouse, the townspeople received a set of miners' uniforms made of linen.
"They actually gave out clothes!" When he found out that he didn't charge any money, Gotze smiled for the first time. Although it was a miner's uniform, it was much better than the one he was wearing, and it was still new.
Ever since he was a child, Gotze has never had a single piece of new clothes. He has always worn his father's old clothes and remade them into smaller pieces.
After registering his name, Downton received a thumb-long iron plate. The paint on it was peeling off, but the number 8295 could still be seen engraved on it.
This is the number plate. In the next month, this will be Downton’s new code name.
Gotze was frightened again. There were some solidified blood stains on his number plate that could not be wiped off. Apparently its previous owner had encountered some big trouble.
Hanging their number tags around their necks, the miners took the mining tools they received and followed the stewards to the mine.
After entering the mine, less than twenty meters away, the surroundings were completely dark. Everyone lit their oil lamps and continued to move forward in the dim light.
"You just got here and you have to work?"
Gotze couldn't help but muttered, his eyes darting wildly and his expression nervous.
The mine is only two meters high and three meters wide, and is supported by some logs. The feeling of depression and suffocation is like a tide, rushing over my face.
Gotze felt like he was stepping on a monster's esophagus and walking into its stomach.
"Nonsense, are you here for a trip?" the manager cursed. He hated going into the mines.
The sound of mining is getting clearer and clearer, and some human voices can also be heard, but they are basically scoldings and curses.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone arrived at a transfer area in the mine, which was about the size of a basketball court. The ore would be piled up here, loaded into trucks, and then transported out.
Gotze noticed that there were tunnels cut out on the surrounding mine walls, and he continued to dig downwards, but they were even narrower.
These earthworm-like tunnels cannot pass through wheelbarrows, so miners can only carry baskets on their backs to transport the excavated ore.
"Cook, come here, the new miners have arrived. Arrange them." As soon as the steward finished shouting, the head miner who was sleeping on the blanket in the corner suddenly jumped up and ran over with a smile on his face.
"Master Steward, why did you come down in person? Just ask someone to call me and I will pick up these miners." Cook groveled. Although he was a muscular man, he bowed down early in front of the short and fat steward.
waist.
"Do you think I don't want to be lazy? The newly appointed boss has been keeping a close eye on me recently, and I don't want to lose this job." The manager muttered, pointing to the eight miners who had just bribed him, "Those guys are pretty good.
"
The miners who were named were secretly happy. Although they were all mining, the types of work they were responsible for were different, and even the mines were different, and the labor they paid was different.
"Understood." Cook nodded and glanced at the miners, wondering how much money he could get from them. Just serving the stewards was not enough. In the mine, he, the foreman, was the boss.
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The steward walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and pointed at Downton, "By the way, this boy is very tough. Teach him the rules of the mine."
"No problem, go on your way." Cook waited until the steward left, and the flattering smile on his face immediately disappeared and was replaced by a ruthless one.
"Here, I am God. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be in trouble." Cook lectured the new miners and walked up to Downton. He looked at the leather armor on his body with a trace of greed in his eyes. "
Who told you to wear other clothes? Take off your clothes and change into mine clothes."
"This is my third time in the mine, so don't scare me with some rules that don't exist." Downton didn't accept this trick. He even offended the steward and the guard squadron leader, and he was afraid of the foreman who was nothing.
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"Hey, everyone, listen, there's a thorn!" Cook shouted, and the miners around him laughed knowingly.
This is putting pressure on Downton to understand that everyone in this mine will listen to him.