Arknights is too real, right?

The Rokeda family agreed to help. Perhaps it couldn't be called an agreement, but a helpless compromise.

After all, the three business cards and the silver-white short knife on the coffee table made Rosie breathless.

This was enough weight to crush his entire family to death.

early morning.

Two military trucks escorted a prison vehicle to the town of Shenglan.

"Get out of the car and hurry up!"

The car door opened, and Tang Hua, who was depressed, was pushed out.

The custody staff of the Supervisory Office smoothly handed over to the Rokeda family, and the slavery documents issued by the royal family were well received.

The document states that Li Yetanghua's period of slavery is permanent. No other work stations are allowed except for front-line mining stations. No rest is allowed except for serious illnesses. Sick leave is limited to once every six months and the duration of each sick leave does not exceed 2 days.

And because Tang Hua was convicted by the royal court, according to requirements, the Roqueda family must report Tang Hua's situation every one month, and the Yuan Congress must implement a record to warn other nobles.

The Supervisory Office read out the document on the spot, and Tang Hua's face turned pale when he heard it.

You can't rest unless you are seriously ill, so it's impossible to pretend to be sick, and even if you are sick, you can only rest for 2 days at most. This is a rhythm that will exhaust him to death.

The Supervisory Office stated that the servitude took effect immediately from the date Tang Hua was served.

Without even having a drink of water, Tang Hua was taken directly to the mine and given an old iron pickaxe.

On this day, Tang Hua experienced the gloomiest day in his entire life.

The fatigue of the long journey had not faded yet, and he soon encountered high-intensity physical labor. He felt that the pickaxe in his hand was like a giant cauldron.

Inside the mine.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Once, twice, three times, four times

Tang Hua kept swinging the pickaxe, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. As long as he stopped for a moment, the supervisor behind him would yell at him.

Moreover, the overseer also held a whip in his hand, and Tang Hua had no doubt that if he did not complete the workload as required by the overseer, the whip would come into close contact with his body.

As time went by, Tang Hua felt that his arm was so sore that it seemed to burst. Every time he swung the pickaxe, he felt as if he was worse than dead.

"Cough, cough!"

Tang Hua finally couldn't hold it any longer. He raised his hands, opened his chapped lips and begged.

"I can't do it anymore. I have no labor experience. Can you give me a break?"

The supervisor had already noticed that he was a noble boy who had never done any work.

"Okay, you rest for 10 minutes, drink water and continue quickly. You have only been working for 2 hours, and there are still 12 hours left today."

After hearing this, Tang Hua collapsed. He felt that he was almost exhausted. It turned out that he had only been digging for 2 hours.

Lifting up his almost unconscious hand, Tang Hua could clearly see that his palm had been bruised with bloody blisters.

This day was a hellish day for Tang Hua, but from the perspective of his entire servitude period, it was just a drop in the bucket, starting today and every day thereafter.

Night falls.

Tang Hua almost fainted several times while digging rocks today, and the skin on his palms and soles were scratched. After finally getting through the day, he almost crawled back to the dormitory.

Seeing this dormitory, Tang Hua collapsed again.

Unlike normal workers, his dormitory was almost exclusively occupied by serving prisoners, and there were no beds at all. There was a large paved road throughout the room.

More than 20 adults were crowded together, and it was winter. Not only was the room extremely cold, but there was also a lingering smell of mold and sweat.

There was no place to take a shower, no indoor toilet, and apart from a faucet and a towel, they were not even given a basin.

After the supervisor arranged Tanghua's "dormitory", he took him directly to the "canteen".

"boom!"

A large iron bucket was placed on the ground, and hungry workers waited in a long line behind it like wild dogs, waiting to be fed.

When it was Tang Hua's turn, two black steamed buns were put into his hands, and the staff responsible for serving rice shouted loudly.

"Two for each person. Take it and boil it quickly. Go and serve the soup yourself!"

Leaning in the corner, Tang Hua bit into the hard and dry buns, drank the clear soup with vegetable leaves floating in it, and shed tears.

At this moment, he finally realized the value of freedom.

At night, the workers who had worked hard all day returned to their dormitories, and the general shop of less than 30 square meters was instantly filled with people.

Tang Hua was caught in the middle like a frightened chicken, not even daring to breathe. Looking at these gray-headed but strong men, he was afraid that he would be repaired inexplicably.

At this time, Tang Hua noticed a quiet and honest guy lying next to him. He was a middle-aged man with some bald hair.

In order to make some friends with whom he could talk as soon as possible, Tang Hua plucked up the courage to talk to this person.

"Hello, what's your name?"

Hearing Tang Hua talking to him, the man sat up and smiled kindly at him, but said nothing.

An older man next to him explained while tapping his lower back.

"Stop talking to him, this man is mute."

Tang Hua was stunned.

"Mute?"

"Yeah, but he can hear, but he can't speak. Six months ago, he choked on lime and got a serious illness. After recovering from the illness, he lost the ability to speak."

"Then what's his name and how should I call him?"

The old man shook his head.

"He had just arrived at that time and was a taciturn guy. No one knew his name. Now we just call him mute."

The "mute" could hear the sound, but could not speak. He knew that Tang Hua was taking the initiative to greet him, so he just kept giggling.

Because of the aristocratic education he received since childhood, Tang Hua was polite and smiled back even in such a difficult situation.

In this way, Tang Hua made his first friend. He didn't know what the rest of his life would be like, but at least, he was still alive.

Feeling the cold bed, his ears were filled with the sound of snoring. Stimulated by exhaustion, Tang Hua closed his eyes heavily.

"boom!"

A loud noise woke up Tang Hua, who had just fallen asleep, and all the workers in the room were also woken up with him.

10 minutes later.

A mine supervisor rushed into the room and announced loudly.

"A small-scale mining accident just occurred in the No. 4 mining area. A worker named Gil Colanobi died on the spot. No one is going to the No. 4 mining area tomorrow. Everyone will continue to rest."

After the announcement, the supervisor looked at Tang Hua, who was in shock.

"You come with me."

After Tang Hua was taken away alone, the workers in the dormitory immediately continued to sleep.

For them, it is a common occurrence for someone to die in a mining accident in a mine, and they have never even heard of the name of the person who died.

Among the crowd, only one person's eyes widened, with a big question mark in his pupils.

This person is the "mute" who just smiled at Tang Hua.

Only he knows that his real name is Gil Colanobi.

His eyebrows were twisted into knots. Is he dead?

Gil Colanobi is indeed dead, of course, all that is dead is his name.

The next day, this "mute" had a new name in the mine's slavery file, Liye Tanghua.