While the Beast Emperor and his Witch Doctor seniors were discussing whether orcs should find their own way forward, a group of orcs were talking about something around a leader outside the offices on the outskirts of a mechanized mine in the far southern region of Irranhill.

The person in the middle is the orc general Famarus sent by the Beast Emperor to investigate the Elanhill Empire. He wasn't wearing his heavy armor at the moment, and the clothes on his body were very Iran Hill's style.

The weather in Elanhill wasn't warm anymore, but the orcs were still wearing clothes that weren't too thick. They were covered in tendons and flesh supporting their clothes, and each one looked stronger than the other.

One of them, dressed in a red coat, looked like a cheerful orc with bare feet, and his pale green skin reflected the angular toughness in the sunlight.

He said angrily to another orc officer beside his head, Farmalus, "I say, can they willingly give us what they say is good?" ”

"I don't know, in our territory before, they were still very trustworthy. Say how much Landsea is given, and how much Landsea is given. "The orc officer's mouth was a little leaky when he spoke, so his words were very indistinct.

Another orc, who was equally strong, drank the water from the huge kettle while teasing the wound on the mouth of the officer who spoke: "When will you change your accent?" That's called food, not Landsea. ”

"My teeth were whipped away by a two-winged demon during the Second Demon War, and my speech leaked, what can I do?" The orc officer was very proud of the wound on his mouth, and proudly showed off.

The orcs really regard the scars on their bodies as medals, and the scarred orcs are very popular among the women of the orc tribe.

Many tribes have such glorious traditions, and warriors who are scarred and return from a hundred battles have the right to choose women first, and even can choose other people's women first.

"If they don't give it, we'll take it ourselves!" After showing off his scars, the officer glanced at Farmarus and said viciously with a fist waving his fist.

If his Langya Bang, which was full of iron plates, was still by his side, he felt that even if he fought 100 humans, it would be more than enough.

"I think these humans are pretty good." Famarus finally spoke, stopping his men from walking around irritably and speaking more and more unscrupulously.

"They give us a lot of daily necessities, even if they don't pay us, we can take these iron tools and other daily necessities, and we can improve the living standards of our families when we go back." When he had finished speaking, he reached out and pressed the officer beside him, who was talking with a leaky mouth, back onto the wooden stool.

The orcs who came to work in Irlanhill were generally treated very well, many orcs were directly hired as bodyguards and the like, following the boss as a façade, and some people entered factories or mines to work hard to make money.

When they first entered Iran Hill, they were all dressed in tatters, but as a result, the factory and mine provided work clothes, which could also be tailored to the size of the orc, making it much more convenient for the orc.

The orcs who acted as bodyguards were more comfortable, they wore better clothes, followed the boss to eat and drink spicy food, and lived happily.

In order to inspect Iran Hill, Farmarus naturally chose the harsh conditions, and he worked in this mine and signed a labor contract.

After that, he received his own special cup and basin, and was assigned to a dormitory with many brothers, where he worked as a porter for a whole month, and ate two very good working meals a day.

It's really very good, you can see meat once every two days, the steamed bread is full every day, the greens are also very rich, and the pickles are even more abundant - in the orc territory, there is no such good treatment.

That alone made him feel very satisfied. If there is no war, no dead people, the orcs can live such a life, and Famarus feels that there is nothing wrong with it.

While he was thinking, an orc in the distance saw the boss who hired them: "Alright, their people are here, they may find all kinds of street corners and deduct our wages." ”

They made way for the two humans to walk to the doorway of the building behind them.

One of the two human beings was dressed in the clothes of an official, and the other was dressed in decent aristocratic clothes, and they looked like they were on business, and the man in the aristocratic clothes turned around at the door and introduced briefly: "Gentlemen! This is Mr. Louis from the Imperial Inland Revenue, and he will be in charge of supervising me and paying you this month's wages......"

"Alright, gentlemen of the orcs, come in five of you, and I will pay this month's salary according to the contract and your performance." He went into the house, and the tax collector named Louis followed.

Soon, the first five orcs were seated across from the aristocratic man's desk. There was a long bench there, which was specially made for the purpose of payroll.

The things in this room were a bit small for the size of the orcs, but they could be used in a way, and everyone was crowded on the stools, like schoolchildren in class, looking at the nobles behind the tables opposite, and the tax collector on the side.

"Your tax is reported directly by the company, which has been stated in the contract with you before, and you also said that you have no opinion at the time. Right? The tax officer turned on the small camera he had brought, pointed it at a few orc miners, and asked as he filmed.

"Yes, orcs never lie, and we agreed to pay a 7% tax." Several orcs nodded and answered the tax officer's question.

Illanhill does not obstruct the hiring of other races, but there are many hard and fast legal requirements.

For example, the employment relationship must be willing, the sale of slaves of other races is prohibited, and so on. The dispatch of tax officers to conduct regular inspections and supervision of the employment relationship is also a means of ensuring the interests of both parties.

"Then there is no problem, the insurance is voluntary, you give it up, so the salary is increased by 10 percent...... Sign the mine's payroll file and start receiving your payroll. The owner of the mine, the aristocratic merchant, rubbed his hands together and laughed like a fly.

These orcs are very capable, and they have far fewer requirements than humans, and he likes to hire such workers to do the work, which can save a lot of operating costs.