Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

After talking, Joe took them to the gate of the warehouse to pick up the tools, and besides a few guards in leather armor guarding the door, there was also a middle-aged man with a serious expression leaning on a chair. Joe looked at him and said: "Dear Butler Brand, I brought a few newcomers to get mining tools."

The man said in a frivolous tone: "Joe, your output needs to be improved recently, is there someone who is lazy at work? Lord Lord has just ordered that you will increase your output by 50% every month, you know! "

"What! Adults, this is impossible. This is just giving us six new recruits. Even if they are all skilled miners, it is impossible to suddenly increase so much output. Adults, please do it!" Joe's voice became lighter. , Said urgently in a humble tone.

　　 "Bold, what kind of thing are you, the mere slaves dare to question the lord's order, want to rebel!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Joe knelt down, Corleone and several other slaves also knelt to the ground.

　　 "No, how dare I go against the Lord's will, but this amount is too big, even if we don't eat or drink and keep mining, we won't be able to accomplish so much work." Joe's tone trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was fear or anger.

Butler Brand stood up and said loudly: "Little dwarf, you have figured it out for me. I am not asking you, but commanding you. You have no right to refuse. Remember that everything you have belongs to greatness. Lord Markas!"

　　 "Now I will go back to work after I get the tools, don't drag me! Humph, what a bunch of stupid slaves!"

　　 Joe's face flushed red, but he didn't say much, he just lowered his head and took Corleone and the others to pick up the mining pick and the rest of the supplies, and then walked towards the mining area.

　　 After reaching the mining site, Corleone saw a large number of slaves working hard to mine the iron ore. They were all dressed in tattered clothes like him. They looked like a group of beggars. There were dozens of guards and hounds around the mine.

　　 Joe led them along the way and said nothing, but from the ugly look on his face, he could understand the strong fluctuations in his heart.

Corleone was holding a rough T-shaped pick, thinking about the ugly face of the previous Brand’s housekeeper, which was exactly the same as the tax officer who had come to Daoxiang Village to collect taxes. They asked the villagers to slaughter the chickens and ducks at home for them to eat. Pay, and the price of food tax is getting higher and higher.

At that time, everyone said that Queen Xiyemaer was very kind to the people and often opened warehouses to release grain during the disaster years, but the noble lords were very greedy and always liked to increase taxes. Every time the queen gave orders. Converge a bit.

Thinking of what the old village chief had said in his mind, he was soon surrounded by pain, Corleone did not shed another tear, because his tears had already shed that night, and now he only has to find someone to return home. His thoughts, as well as the endless desire for revenge deep in my heart.

　　 Corleone has been different from other kids since he was a child. He doesn't like chasing and playing around. What he hates most is that his elder brother pats him on the head. He thinks that is naive, even though his brother is five years older than him.

What he loves most is to ask the village chief’s grandfather about some adventure stories when he was young, and to chat with those caravans who occasionally stayed in the village. Under difficult living conditions, he is a precocious child. Did not stop.

　　 Sometimes under the stars at night, he would fantasize about being a great knight, defeating evil demon kings, and saving beautiful princesses.

　　 He has a stronger curiosity than other children, but these beautiful fantasies are gone forever, and only the mixed emotions of sadness, fear, and anger remain in his heart.

　　 When he was reminiscing, someone slapped his head gently. It turned out that Joe was standing in front of him, staring straight at him.

　　 "Hey, what are you thinking about? Don't hurry to work. It's really troublesome to see that your small body can't even dig a cart of mines a day." Qiao Chuhu said with a stare.

　　 Corleone responded quickly: "I will work hard."

　　 Joe shook his head disdainfully and said, "I don't know what the master thinks. It's nonsense that even a weak person like you is brought to work."

"Don’t say anything anymore. Now everyone has to mine a lot of iron ore. You learn the mining skills of those veterans. Otherwise, you may die in this mine within a month. Up."

　　 The strong supervisor standing uphill came over with a whip and shouted, "What are you guys doing together? Don't hurry up!"

　　 Now everyone Corleone had no choice but to pick up the mining picks and start to work. The daily workload of the miners had just risen since the sun had risen and had to mine until midnight. At this time, many torches were also erected on the mine.

　　 Everyone eats two meals a day. There are only brown bread mixed with gravel and muddy well water. Only the well-performing group can get an extra meal every month.

　　 After a hard day's work, Corleone felt the pain in his arm. Even so, he barely picked up a cart full of ore. It is conceivable that tomorrow's amount will be even less.

At the end of the mining registration, Dwarf Joe was severely scolded by the butler Brand, and was rewarded with two whips. However, thinking that such progress could not meet the requirements of Master Markus at all, so the helpless butler could only Choose to go back and report the situation.

There were two more **** scars on Joe’s back, but there was no painful expression on his face, as if he had become accustomed to it. After returning to his residence, a few miners did not know where to take out simple herbs and apply them to Joe’s. On the wound.

　　 Corleone knew that Joe was punished also part of his responsibility, because the current requirement is that each person should mine at least four carts of iron ore every day, but he only completed one cart. It can be said that he has dragged the team back.

　　 No one blamed him. In the third group, Joe's prestige was high. The other miners respected him, and the new miners were all honest, so they didn't say much.

This is also Corleone’s luck. What he didn’t know was that he would have no such good luck to be divided into other groups. A member of the barbarian tribe was captured as a slave and thrown into the arena. In a battle, a leg was cut off by the opponent. Based on the principle of waste utilization, he was sold to the mine of Master Markus.

He is a person who advocates violence. On the first day he came, he beat the former leader of the first group severely, and then took the position of the leader. He did the least work every day, but he took the most when he ate. , Do you want to say that the guards and stewards of the mine will take care of it? They don't, as long as they don't let slaves make trouble and ensure the output of iron ore, it will be the same who is the head of the group.

Joe is completely different. He tries to take care of every miner in the group as much as possible. Although he has a bad temper and often speaks loudly, he never beats his members. You must know the power of the dwarf. The little one, two or three adult men can't beat him when he really started.

　　 And Joe's mining ability is also very amazing. This can be said to be a racial talent. His unreserved church team members have the least effort mining skills, and each of them retains a part of their strength every day instead of exhausting all their strength.

If every day mining is exhausted, the miners in good health will not survive for two or three years. They are slaves, but they don’t have time off. They only work day after day. Thanks to Joe’s help, their team Each member has the longest survival time and the largest amount of mining, so he can occasionally get a little bit of trivial benefits from the butler.

　　 But so what, after all, you can't get rid of the status of a slave.

After finally swallowing the stone-like brown bread, Corleone was full of sleepiness and wanted to fall asleep on the straw. At this time, Joe came over and pulled him up. Corleone thought Joe wanted to beat him up. Struggling quickly.

　　 "Don't mess with the brat, I'll stretch it for you, otherwise you won't even be able to pick up the mining pick tomorrow, what a fool."

　　 Corleone responded with embarrassment: "Thank you, Grandpa Joe."

　　 "Who is your grandpa? I'm still very young. I'm only 46 years old. I really don't have any eyesight."

　　 "Just call me Uncle Qiao, don't try hard, you little guy, you can learn to order." Qiao mumbled.

Under Joe's actions, Corleone felt hot in his shoulders and arms, but not as painful as before, and felt much better. After thanking him, he fell asleep deeply, mainly because he was too tired, not only physically, but also Psychologically.

　　 Joe looked at Corleone while he was asleep, and sighed softly. After chatting with several other miners, he fell into a deep sleep.

What they didn’t know was that something happened this night that would change the pattern of the entire continent in the future. A shooting star crossed the horizon, and only a few people noticed it. Some people thought the yellow shooting star was a symbol of disaster. If someone can observe carefully with astronomical equipment, they will find that this is not some cosmic dust or meteorite at all, but a huge cube, not knowing what metal is made of, and there is a yellow smiling face on each side.

　　 Then the shooting star gradually disappeared into the sky, UU reading www.uukānshu.com seemed to burn out, but in fact the cube became smaller and smaller, and finally only the size of a grape.

And the place where it fell was over the mine where Corleone was located. The cube flew straight towards a house. It passed through the roof easily like no entity, making no sound or making any noise. Light.

The cube hovered over Corleone’s little head, and slowly merged into his head a few seconds later. Corleone was still having nightmares at this time, but soon his dream was covered by a huge yellow Occupied by smiley faces.

Corleone found that he had a series of dreams. At first it was a burning village and a scorched corpse, but a huge smiling face appeared in front of him. The smiling face said strange things in an extremely cold tone. Corleone found that he could understand it, and he still remembered it clearly.

At that time, the smiling face said: "You are welcome to use the version 3.0 system developed by the **** of games. This system is jointly developed by the "play with feet" **** group and the **** of games Loki. This system is developed by fighting. The mode of integrating with life development provides you with an unparalleled gaming experience. Please check the specific operation method by yourself."

　　 "You are the only player randomly selected in this world. Please use the system reasonably. You can send a feedback form of system experience to the customer service after you advance to the gods. Finally, I wish you a happy use."

After these words were over, the huge yellow smiley face turned into a scarlet crying face, and then disappeared, and in Corleone’s mind, a piece of parchment suspended in the air appeared, this parchment paper can be summoned In the real world, there is no entity, nor can it be seen by others, only Corleone can see the parchment.