Become a wizard lord with a copy system

The news of the Baron hiring a dwarf spread quickly:

"What's going on? How can the Baron hire a dwarf?"

"What's so strange about this? I heard that most of the furniture in the castle was made by dwarves. If you have the guts, don't sleep on the bed made by the dwarf."

"That's different. The previous dwarf was brought in by a human master. This time, it's the dwarf alone."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is huge. If it's brought in by a human master, even if the entire castle is built by dwarves, it doesn't matter. It's all cooperation between humans. But now, the Baron is directly cooperating with a dwarf."

"So what?"

"I don't know, but this is not a good thing after all. I can only say that our Baron is guilty of I am confused. After all, this is not in line with the practice of this country. I just hope that when trouble comes, the Baron can deal with it. "

"You are too serious. It's just hiring a dwarf. What kind of trouble can it cause?"

"The church, the wizard association, King Caesar, and other lords are all troubles. Our Baron has just become a lord and doesn't understand these. I just hope that our lord will not do such things again, and I hope that others will not come to Songke Town. I just want to be a servant here for the rest of my life."

...

The group of prisoners of war could never have imagined that they would become lumberjacks and approach Songke Forest. What's more, what made them even more unbearable was that they became the subordinates of the dwarf Pierre.

And they always bullied Pierre, and now Pierre actually commanded them to work.

So on the first day of work, these prisoners of war went on strike.

Andre, the wizard who was responsible for protecting Pierre, pointed at them and cursed: "What's wrong with you? All of you, work for me."

A prisoner of war said: "It doesn't matter if we work, but we can't let a dwarf command us. Although we are prisoners of war, we can't be insulted like this."

"That's right, what qualifications does a dwarf have to give us orders."

Andre and the soldiers around him were ready to teach this group of prisoners a lesson. Seeing this, the prisoners shouted: "Even if you kill us, we don't want to work in front of dwarves."

"Yes, yes, kill us now."

After the prisoners shouted, they sat on the ground and protested.

"What should we do now?" Pierre asked Andre beside him.

"How should I know? You are the person in charge of this project." Andre said. To be honest, if it weren't for the order of the Baron, he would not be willing to be Pierre's bodyguard. He is a wizard, how can he be a bodyguard for others.

Pierre was helpless in the face of this situation, and even a little discouraged. He said softly: "Forget it, it seems that I am really not suitable to work for the Baron. I will resign."

Andre nodded, and when he grabbed Pierre's wrist and was about to teleport back, he saw Daniel Hawkins standing in front of them.

"Ah, Baron, why are you here?" Andre said.

In addition to the captives, others also saluted Daniel Hawkins.

Daniel Hawkins walked up to Pierre and said with a smile: "Nothing, I thought today is your first day of work, so I came to see you. You chose such a place as a lumberyard."

Pierre nodded and said: "This place is close to the water source, the terrain is flat, and it is convenient for transportation. There is no better place than this place."

Daniel Hawkins nodded, and he did not invite the wrong person. Then he pointed at the prisoners and said: "What's wrong with them?"

Pierre lowered his head when he heard it, and Andre hurriedly said: "Because he is a dwarf, he can't command the prisoners."

"Racial discrimination again." Daniel Hawkins said, but he couldn't blame them. After all, this is also one of the characteristics of the times in this world. Now the most urgent task is to get them to work.

"Pierre, do you have any special skills?" Daniel Hawkins asked softly.

"I'm just a dwarf, where can I grow things, unless you are talking about my..." Pierre was interrupted by Daniel Hawkins before he finished speaking.

"Okay, okay, I mean, besides your expertise in construction, what else do you have?" Daniel Hawkins asked.

Pierre thought for a moment and said, "Does strength count?"

"Yes, very good." Daniel Hawkins walked up to the group of prisoners. When the prisoners saw the lord, they complained and said they would rather die than surrender.

Daniel Hawkins said, "I would like to ask you, why do you look down on dwarves so much?"

They began to grumble:

"Dwarves are too short."

"This is their racial characteristic." Daniel Hawkins said, "Compared to dwarves, I would say that humans are too tall."

"Dwarves are too ugly."

"You are not much better looking." Daniel Hawkins replied.

"They all say that dwarves are a despicable and cunning race."

"As far as I know, there are many despicable and cunning humans." Daniel Hawkins pointed at them and said, "Just like you."

Hearing this, they all shouted, "Baron, don't forget that you are also a human."

Daniel Hawkins said: "Just because I am a human, I don't think there is any difference between dwarves and humans, except that they are shorter. Let's make a bet without saying anything else."

"A bet? What bet?"

"Send the strongest person among you to arm wrestle with the dwarf. If you win, I will give you freedom. If you lose, you will work for me immediately and do whatever the dwarf asks you to do."

They were discussing again. It was obvious that this deal could be done, so they all agreed.

Daniel Hawkins said to Pierre: "Arm wrestling is no problem, the rest depends on you."

Pierre smiled, with a confident look on his face.

A strong man was sent from the prisoners of war. The thickness of his arms alone was several blocks away from the dwarf. It seemed that there was no suspense in this match.

However, after the strong man came on the court, his companions also said: "Come on, the freedom of all of us depends on you."

When the strong man's hand and the dwarf's hand were shaking, the strong man laughed: "Your arm is like a match."

"Ready!" Daniel Hawkins shouted.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

In a moment, before everyone had time to cheer, Pierre had already pressed down the strong man's hand.

"Oh, it's obvious that Pierre wins!" Daniel Hawkins raised Pierre's hand and shouted.