Because the third level soul attack was about to happen, Downton didn't want his body to suffer any accidental harm, so he planned to only look for those small foremen who were in charge of less than a hundred people.
Holding an oil lamp in his left hand, Downton walked through the tunnel and entered the transfer area.
The foreman who was forcing the three miners to bet money with him threw away the cards in his hand and stood up. Several cronies nearby also carried iron drills, stared at Downton with unkind expressions, and gathered around.
"Are you the foreman here?" Downton glanced at the copper plate on the torn blanket, "The stakes are not small!"
"What do you want to do? Rob the miners?"
The foreman swore and walked up to Downton in an aggressive manner. At this time, he could not let down his momentum, otherwise he would not be able to make the ordinary miners obey in the future.
"I'm not robbing, I just want to beat someone up!" Before Downton could finish his words, he swung out the iron pick in his hand.
"Hit him!" The foreman was well prepared, and he was very sinister. He lifted up his work clothes and pulled out a dagger from the waistband of his trousers. However, before he stabbed Downton's lower abdomen, the iron dagger had already hit him with the sound of breaking wind.
On his mouth.
Bang, the foreman rolled his eyes and fainted. His body fell to the ground like a dead pig, and his head was smashed by a stone.
The cronies of the miners screamed and took action, but in the blink of an eye, two of them were beaten to the point of having their heads bruised and bleeding, and they fell to the ground screaming and holding their heads.
Downton wielded the iron drill and launched an aggressive offensive. He had no intention of holding back against these guys who were exploiting the miners.
The cronies were defeated and fled in embarrassment after being driven out by Downton. They even ran out of the gathering place. Those who could not escape knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
The ordinary miners stopped what they were doing and looked at the little foreman and his henchmen who had been knocked to the ground. They were extremely shocked.
They have seen young people who don't know the heights of the sky before, but without exception, they were all badly damaged. But this young man actually killed more than a dozen people single-handedly.
"Vulnerable, cough, I am Downton from Morning Mist Town!"
Downton cleared his throat and repeated what he said yesterday. Then, regardless of the miners' reactions, he put the blood-stained iron drill on his shoulder, blew a brisk Western whistle, and walked out of the tunnel.
The miners stared at Downton's back, feeling that he was really arrogant and the big foremen would never let him go. However, thinking about his words, everyone still had some expectations. Unless he was an idiot, who would be willing to pay the ore tax in vain?
In one morning, Downton's car overturned nine foremen. This was because he was not familiar with the route of the Dagger Mine and wasted a lot of time. Otherwise, the number of defeats would have been even higher.
The foremen have received the news that a tough young man is making trouble. They didn't take it to heart at first. After all, this kind of stupid young man is too common. But as the news continued to come back, they were a little dumbfounded, and then
impatient.
That young man did not use any of his miners. He easily crushed more than 200 miners alone in one morning.
The rise of any big foreman is accompanied by such bloody fights and conflicts. In the mines, a hard enough fist is everything and the guarantee of status.
The foremen sensed that something was wrong and began to contact each other. They were impatient and prepared to give Downton some color. Some of them were wise to protect themselves. They wanted to check the situation first and see if Downton was a puppet supported by some big foreman. After all, he
It's really incredible that one person could take down so many miners and cronies.
Some people speculated that Downton was a magic user, but he didn't use any martial arts at all. He only used ordinary fighting moves, so everyone couldn't figure out his true strength. As a result, some people didn't dare to act rashly and continued to wait and see.
At noon, Downton went to the cafeteria for the first time, and it was really crowded.
The miners were all dirty, covered in ash and sweat stains. Coupled with the hard work, most of them were so tired that they didn't even take a shower, so the odor of sweat and body odor was mixed together and could almost stun a person.
Even the aroma of the food in the cafeteria couldn't cover up this smell, but the miners were used to it, and they squeezed hard towards the window one by one.
"Brother, I'm going to get you some food!" A miner expressed his hospitality.
"No!" Downton refused, then moved his eyes to the left and saw the overseers carrying black short sticks and wearing dark blue uniforms.
They were maintaining order in the canteen, their eyes as sharp as hawks. Downton discovered that as long as the supervisor walked in, the nearby miners would immediately quiet down.
The power of the supervisors is so great that no one dares to resist them, otherwise they will be imprisoned in a small black jail, which is definitely a punishment worse than life.
The miners lined up in twelve long lines, pushing and shoving from time to time, standing on tiptoes, staring at the several iron barrels behind the window, and swallowing hard at the food inside.
"Next!"
It was Downton's turn, and before he handed the plate out, the chef had already scooped up a spoonful of cooked oatmeal with a big spoon, poured it on the plate, and then scooped another spoonful from a vegetable bucket.
Potato soup, poured over rice.
"Next!" The chef wiped the sweat from his forehead and urged loudly, "Hurry up, don't block the road."
"Foreman, sit here!"
A young miner had already occupied a seat and shouted to Downton.
"That's it? How can you eat enough?" Downton put down the plate and glanced around. Although the mine supervisor had three meals a day, the amount was too small.
The miners are used to it and started gobbling it early.
"Brother, look over there." The confidant pointed to the right side of the canteen hall with the dining spoon, "That's the big foreman's seat. The food is much better than here. If you work harder, you will soon be qualified.
Sit down."
The entire hall is a stark contrast between two scenes. The ordinary miners on the left don't dare to cross the yellow line as a sign, no matter how crowded they are.
The big foremen ate a more sumptuous lunch and kept looking around. Some of them spotted Downton and pointed at him.
"Brother, although you are now a foreman, if you want to eat better, you have to bribe the chefs. Without money, everything is useless." An old fried dough stick reminded Downton, what is the purpose of being a foreman? Isn't it just that you don't have to work?
Can I eat better?
Downton took a spoonful of oatmeal and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he wanted to spit it out.
"Is this food edible? It's half-cooked and there's sand." Downton frowned. He had been working as a postman since he was thirteen years old. He had endured a lot of hardship and starvation, but compared with these miners, it was nothing.
It's hard.
"If you don't eat, you'll be hungry." Although the miners' words were simple, they revealed endless bitterness.
Downton originally wanted to push the dinner plate to others, since there was still food in his war space anyway, but after seeing some miners licking the plate with unsatisfied interest after finishing eating, without missing a grain of rice, Downton started to eat.
Others can endure hardships and suffer, why can't I endure it?
Although Downton harvested many gold bricks in the Hohenzollern bank and there was a treasure in the underground city waiting for him to dig, he never regarded himself as a rich man and still worked hard as a postman.
With.
After lunch, Downton returned to the transfer area and took a rest.
In the afternoon, Downton stopped beating the foreman and read a book, waiting for the morning to arrive. Then he entered the dungeon through the teleportation array and attacked the third level of the soul with all his strength.
As the end of work was approaching, Downton keenly noticed that the miners became nervous and frequently looked towards the tunnel and himself.
The answer was soon revealed. Two tall miners dressed in black walked into the gathering place, roaring with ferocious expressions on their faces.
"Are you the new foreman? Come here!"
The two foreman's thugs saw Downton sitting on the blanket and spat disdainfully, "Hurry up, don't let me wait for you!"
"How do you talk to our Downton foreman?"
"Looking for death!"
Although the cronies knew that they were from the Foreman, they still boldly stood up to defend Downton.
"Are your skin itchy?" The thug glared angrily and pulled out the iron pipe from under his work clothes.
"Why didn't you pay the ore tax yesterday?" Another thug stared at the miners and threatened them, "I don't care if you change foremen or not, the ore tax cannot be less than one pound."
The miners were breathing heavily because of nervousness, and they all looked at Downton.
"Go back and tell your foreman that from now on, you won't be able to take even a single copper from us for the ore tax." Downton stood up holding the iron drill in his hand, "Get out of here!"
"Haha, you have courage!" The miner's thug laughed ferociously and rushed towards Downton, but as soon as he ran two steps, an iron drill spun, flew over, hit him on the chest, and knocked him down.
.
"Do you know who we are?" Seeing his companion falling to the ground and vomiting blood, another thug wanted to report out of the backstage, but Downton didn't bother to listen.
"What are you still doing? Break his legs!"
When the cronies heard this, they swarmed forward and their iron picks flew. They had been bullied by these thugs in the past, and now they are finally back.
"You're a smart boy, just wash your butt and wait, the foreman from multiple shifts will definitely kill you!" The thug didn't want to suffer the immediate consequences, and ran away holding his bleeding head.
"Long live Downton!"
The miners suddenly cheered. They thought Downton was deceiving them before, but now it seems that he really intends to keep his word, and will never ask for a share of the ore tax, and will also protect everyone from the wind and rain.
At this moment, Downton truly won the support of ordinary miners. He believed that as long as this conflict spreads, more and more people will support him, until the big foremen, even the supervisors and the big mine bosses can no longer
to the point of neglect.
Downton was in a good mood and returned to Building 6 after dinner.
"Let's all disperse!" Downton greeted his cronies, took out the keys, and was about to unlock the door. However, he saw that the dormitory door had been pried open, revealing a gap.
Downton's face darkened, he pushed open the wooden door and rushed in. Sure enough, the dormitory looked like it had been ransacked by thugs and was turned into a mess.
There were marks of being smashed on the cabinet and it was deformed. The lock had also been pried open. The backpack inside was gone, and so was the grimoire!
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ps: There is another update today, and it will be on the shelves on New Year’s Day!