Although the walls of the transfer area were illuminated by torches and oil lamps, the environment was still dark, and because it was underground, the air was not very circulated and full of filthy smell, making it feel particularly depressing.
Every miner has a dirty face, and when he smiles, coupled with the dull echo, it is particularly eye-catching.
"Boy, it seems you haven't suffered enough yet and haven't learned your lesson yet." Cook teased Downton. When he walked past Gotze, he kicked him in the calf. "Why are you still standing there? Go
Get to work!"
Without Cook's instructions, six of the foreman's cronies had already come over, assigned tunnels to the new miners, and urged them to enter mining.
Scolding and beatings are inevitable. This is to frighten the miners and extinguish the fire in their hearts that wants to resist as soon as possible.
The Dagger Mine is very large, with more than a thousand small mining areas like this in total. There are several or even several transfer areas in the mining area, and the foremen are the people in charge of each transfer area.
The foreman is not chosen by the mine owner, but by the miners. Of course, this process inevitably involves some dark means.
Each foreman has subordinates ranging from twenty-three to three to four hundred, depending on their abilities. Above them are the big foremen, each of whom has the power of more than a thousand people.
He no longer has to work, his responsibility is to monitor the miners and prevent them from causing trouble.
Cook was very good at fighting, so he occupied a gathering place where it was easier to mine ore, and because he gathered more than 300 miners, this gave him the confidence to run rampant in the Dagger Mine.
"I'm telling you, if you can't dig out three hundred pounds of ore today, you won't be able to have dinner." Cook pointed at Downton, then pointed at a tunnel, "That's your territory."
"Cook, you are such a bad guy. It's a dead mine. Even if he digs through the ground, he can't get out a single piece of ore."
"Not necessarily, maybe he can pull it out."
"Oh, the steward must provide him with good food and drink, and let him haul ore every day."
The miners burst into laughter. After the boring and tiring work every day, having fun with these bottom-dwelling fish is also a kind of relaxation.
Even miners have different statuses and are divided into groups. At least those unlucky ones who don't fit in with the group are always the targets of bullying.
"Boy, go to work quickly."
Cook pushed Downton, but did not hit anyone. In his opinion, every miner is a fat sheep, and the ore produced is wool. If they are hurt, it will inevitably affect the mining industry and reduce production. This loss
too big.
The freedmen of Lima Town took mining picks and iron drills and hurriedly entered the tunnel. In the mine, the foreman's order was everything. If you disobey it, you will be punished.
Downton carried the iron drill and hammer and walked into the tunnel, thinking about how to solve the problem. He didn't want to waste time on such things.
"Who would believe a rich man with a net worth of over 10 million who works tirelessly in a mine?"
Downton desperately wants to change his status. As a civilian, he has too little freedom. Even if it costs a high price, he still has to buy an honorary title that only has a title but no territory.
"At least with the status of a noble, you no longer have to do hard labor." Downton threw the iron drill on the ground. Hearing the crisp sound, he suddenly realized, "Yes, there is nothing better than spending money to buy ore.
Miners are poorer people."
The miners were so poor that they only had a small amount of energy left. One silver coin could buy ten pounds of ore, and they were selling it to themselves like crazy.
Tunnels extend in all directions, and Downton soon found an honest miner.
"What are you doing? I won't help you!" The miner wiped his sweat and took the opportunity to stop and rest. His mining volume for today was almost completed, so there was no need to work too hard.
Downton didn't say anything. He took out a few silver coins and tossed them around boredly.
The miner's eyes suddenly widened. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the luster of the silver coins was dazzling.
Downton briefly revealed his intention, and the miner nodded in agreement.
Even outside, a miner's hard work for a day is only a salary of five or six silver coins. This transaction is a win-win for both parties.
"Next time, you can bring potions in." Downton sat on the ground, thinking about the problem. In less than twenty minutes, more than three hundred pounds of ore had been piled in front of him.
There are other stones in the veins, and not all of them are ores, so cutting them out and sifting them out is not an easy job.
"What? No more?" More than a dozen miners came in carrying baskets full of ore. When they heard that they were full, they suddenly looked disappointed.
Some honest miners were about to leave, but a few of them turned their eyes around and stared at Downton, threatening him, "If you don't buy the ore, I will tell Cook what you did."
"Really? Go ahead!" Tang Zheng stood up and lightly patted the dirt on his butt.
"Do you think I don't dare? Give you another chance, otherwise I will really go."
The miner's expression was fierce, but before he could finish speaking, Downton rushed in front of him, punched him in the nose, and then hit him in the stomach with a knee.
Seeing the miner howling miserably, holding his stomach, and kneeling on the ground, the miners were shocked. They didn't expect that this kid would actually take action, and judging from his posture, it was obvious that he often fought.
"Aren't you going to file a complaint?" Downton slapped his leg on the miner's mouth. The force was not strong, but at least he did not knock out his teeth.
"No, I don't dare anymore!" the miner begged for mercy.
A henchman heard the screams and ran in. He saw Downton beating someone and was stunned, "What are you doing?"
"Put the ore on your back and take it to the collection point." Downton crossed his arms and smiled, "I want all your ore."
Cook was picking his feet out of boredom and was about to take a nap when he saw Downton coming out of the tunnel with a group of people.
"What's going on?" Cook looked at the miners putting down the ore with confusion on his face.
"Three hundred pounds, I did it." Downton raised his legs and stepped on a basket with his military boots. He took out a Saint Jutland gold coin from three thousand years ago from his pocket and played with it.
"How is that possible? Wait, you bought the ore?" Cook was not stupid, otherwise he wouldn't have become a foreman. Seeing Downton's gold coins, he understood the reason.
"Yes, it's very cheap." Downton shrugged, "But I think I did something stupid."
"What's the matter?" Cook asked subconsciously. He felt that Downton's brain must be broken. If you had money, you would be more filial and responsible earlier. How could others deal with you? You are of no use to these ordinary miners!
"If I become a foreman, wouldn't I just have to spend a copper plate?" Downton also just figured out that if he wanted to climb up, he should start as a foreman.
"What? Did I hear it correctly?" Cook was stunned, and then laughed out loud, "What's wrong with you? Why are you a foreman? Ask these miners if they obey you?"
Hearing that someone was trying to usurp power, six of his cronies gathered around him with iron drills and mining picks, staring at Downton with eager eyes.
If you want to be a foreman, in addition to being able to fight and settle some thorns, you must also provide benefits to some people close to you, so that they will support the foreman and become the cornerstone of management.
The miners from the same town as Cook put down their work, took their tools, and gathered together in a dark atmosphere, more than sixty people in total.
"I am Downton from Chenwu Town. From today on, this mining area is under my control!" Downton kicked over the basket and made a declaration amidst the crash of the falling ore.
The miners at the gathering place were all dumbfounded, looking at Downton as if they were looking at a brazen goblin trying to occupy the dragon's lair.
"Haha, this is the best joke I've heard this year." Cook laughed, took the simple mace passed by his confidant, and pointed it at Downton, "Come on, kill him."
The miners swarmed forward, and the six cronies rushed the fastest.
These people are all direct descendants of Cook and are the least likely to be subdued, so they must be eliminated first.
Downton didn't show any mercy. He drew his right hand across the edge of the military boot, held it behind his back and pulled out the magic-breaking dagger Xiuyu inserted inside.
Whoa, under the dim light, a green light flashed, and a henchman's arm was cut, and blood spurted out.
Unexpectedly, Downton actually had weapons and was so vicious that the miners' momentum suddenly froze.
Downton fought back, holding the dagger and waving green lines.
The iron drills, mining picks, and hammers that the miners swung over were all broken into two pieces. Even if they were all made of iron, they were as fragile as a piece of white paper in the face of the shower.
The miners were stunned when they heard the broken tools hitting the ground with a clanking sound.
"Excellent grade dagger?" Cook's mouth opened wide enough to swallow a duck egg. With his poor eyes, he felt that the Excellent grade was a rare treasure. For the Perfect grade, he couldn't imagine what it was like.
exist.
Downton entered the flock like a tiger and cut out a piece of blood. He was very measured in his actions. They were all flesh wounds. They looked scary, but they were not fatal.
After all, he had killed thousands of ghouls, and Downton still had some control over him. But the miners didn't think so. Seeing the blood flying, some people kept screaming and falling to the ground, and their faces turned pale with fear. Finally, they could bear it.
Unable to resist the pressure, I began to retreat.
The miners who were watching did not expect that Downton would actually reverse the situation, and were stunned for a moment.
"If you have the guts, put down the dagger and challenge me in a duel." Cook's hand holding the mace was covered in sweat.
The mace is a wooden stick with a thick mouth and some rusty nails on it. If it is hit, it will definitely tear the flesh and blood. Cook has used this weapon to clean up many spikes in the past, but today, he found that it
It can't bring you any sense of security at all.
"Okay!" Downton put the shower back into the leather sheath nonchalantly. To deal with a fish like Cook, he could be beaten with his bare hands.
"You asked for this." Cook was stunned and overjoyed. He rushed towards Downton, picked up the mace and hit him on the head.