After Eren left, the stupid minotaur slave no longer just stared at the white rice porridge reward, but at the floor beneath his feet.

As a slave, he didn't understand what awakening was, but after Allen's explanation, he realized how majestic the awakened person was.

The road to awakening is just around the corner, become an awakened person, eat fragrant and drink spicy, and the force is extraordinary!

"Smash it with emotion."

Human appearance, with two pitch-black calf horns on his head, Prit took a deep breath, his chest was full of eight-pack abs, he clenched his fists, and the green tendons protruded, and smashed straight to the floor.

Bang!

The ground didn't move, and the small stones on the ground showed no signs of moving, and everything was as before.

"Shhh Prit touched his red fingers and grinned in pain.

"But Lord Allen said, this is the path of awakening, don't be afraid of pain."

Prit gritted his teeth, and when he thought that he could awaken his own talent, he still did it.

Bang bang bang!

After smashing twenty times, the Minotaur's fist was covered in blood, and he roared, "It hurts—"

When it was smashed for the thirtieth time, the minotaur's face turned white, "It hurts!" ”

More than thirty times in a row, he smashed to the point of doubting life, and he didn't want to smash it anymore.

"Maybe Lord Allen is wrong, it's useless to smash the floor."

Prit withdrew his fist, and the pain deterred him.

A few minutes later, Prit returned to the blacksmith again.

As soon as they entered the shop, the hot wind blew in their faces, and the sound of forging penetrated their ears, and the orcs were still shirtless, standing at their posts and wielding sledgehammers to forge the barrels.

"Hey, Pritt, you're back?" The kobold who forged the barrel put down the sledgehammer and greeted him with a smile.

"Yes, I love the God of Forging more than the ruthless Mother Earth."

Pratt returned to his seat and picked up his sledgehammer again, feeling infinitely emotional.

"What were you called to do by Allen, was it to be promoted to a free citizen ahead of schedule?" The two puppies on the kobold's head moved their ears slightly, and their eyes looked at him with blank eyes.

"It's not about promoting freedmen, Alan is teaching me the awakening method of the Minotaurs, but I don't like to smash the floor, I like to pick a hammer." Prit shook his head and slashed his sledgehammer.

"Not a promotion freeman...... Oh, that's a shame. The kobold slave sighed and returned to his seat to forge the barrel of his gun.

"In a month we can all be promoted to freemen, there's nothing to sigh about."

The two-meter-tall pritter is full of muscles, and the mermaid line body of the eight-pack abs is the strongest warrior in the blacksmith's shop, thanks to the fact that he has eaten well in the last month or two.

Touching the hammer in his hand, the minotaur felt the hammer excited, and his arms trembled with excitement.

"Hey old friend, I'm back." Prit muttered to the hammer, forgetting for a moment the pain of the wound in his right hand.

Bang bang, sledgehammer fell, and the sound of heavy forging resounded in the blacksmith's shop.

The minotaur is obsessed with the thrill of forging, and gets carried away.

So much so that when a certain power circulated in his body, he did not even notice it, and only knew that forging could make him happy.

The other slaves who were forging the barrels of their guns all looked envious when they heard the continuous sound of forging like a torrential rain.

Of all the forged barrels, the Minotaur had the best quality and was also the fastest.

After a while, a cat-eared orc walked in with a sealed earthen pot at the door of the blacksmith shop, panting and looking around the blacksmith shop, just in time to see a two-meter-tall minotaur.

Bang bang, bang, the loud forging sound surprised the cat-eared orcs, who didn't dare to get too close.

"Prit, this is a special trauma medicine sent by Lord Allen, you have to remember to smash the floor every day, smash it with emotion, don't smash the floor blindly."

The cat-eared orc spoke loudly and placed the earthen jar filled with potions on the ground.

Prit's hum drowned out the sound of forging: "Got it, you go back, I still have a job." ”

"Okay, then I'll go."

Before leaving, the little orc took another look at the blacksmith shop, and found that the minotaur was still facing away from him, concentrating on forging the barrel of the gun, without looking at the special wound medicine.

……

In the administration building, the doves fell from the sky and bowed their heads next to Allen's shoulders for a while, reporting for him on the training of the minotaurs.

Windsor, who was in the same office, was doing the paperwork of a secretary, and quietly stared at the pigeon, and her ears were full of monophonic pronunciation:

"Goo, goo, goo?"

It's all grunt, light and heavy, and there is a sense of paragraphs, but they can't be understood at all, but Young Master Allen nodded, as if he really understood.

After the pigeon left, Windsor couldn't help but be curious: "Master Allen, what did the pigeon say?" ”

"The minotaur went back to shoot the barrel, the method of smashing the floor is a bit unreasonable, it hurts too much to hit the ground, even if there is a creative medicine, there is no way to relieve the pain of the wound." Alan muttered.

"He's back?" When Windsor heard the news, she thought of something else - Allen's eyeliner was everywhere.

The pigeons are his eyeliner, and there are at least a hundred pigeons living in the village, and four or five hundred pigeons running around in other places.

By the way, Alan no longer recruits pigeons due to the fact that there are too many pigeons, and now he is recruiting some mice.

Well, rats in the biological sense, not orcs living in the dark corners of Morning Glory Town.

If the pigeons are the eyeliner outside the house, then the rats are the old stubborn ones who live in the house, no matter how the orcs eliminate the rats, the rats are still alive and strong.

However, there are not too many rats in Allen's Big Iron Village, because this is a newly built town, with brand new cement pavement, cement houses, and a sewer system that has been laid a month and a half in advance, and cleanliness is the impression of the town that Allen has worked hard to create, and he will not allow rats to overflow.

Allen's thoughts flashed away, and he turned to analyze: "The training method of the minotaurs is a bit unreasonable, you think they should have other methods, otherwise they will smash the floor every day, who can stand it, only the strong-willed orcs can use this method to awaken the talent of their own race." ”

"It's rumored that the Minotaurs are hard-working, maybe they can really train in this way?" Windsor's brain circuitry has also returned to normal, and he no longer thinks about the pigeon's eyeliner.

"It would be nice if I could spread the eyeliner to the country of the bullhead." Alan stood up and paced around the room.

Using the beast language technique, he can persuade the animals to fly to the Minotaur country to find out the information, but the problem is that animals are animals after all, and they can't take the initiative to inquire about the information of the awakened and don't understand the orc language.

For example, Alan just had a meeting to call the pigeon, and he tied the pigeon's leg with paper, and the paper was for the orcs to see, and the orcs did not understand the language of the pigeon, and the pigeon could not understand them.

Eren rubbed his hair, did he want to teach the animals to learn the orc language himself?

Now his time is very full, even if it is a combination of full-level beast language technique and full-level teaching technique, it will take a month to teach one hour a day.

The thought that he was going to speak in the language of beasts for an hour, and Alan couldn't help but feel a little irritated when he recalled the unbearable life of the beast.

After giving some paperwork, Alan left the office and went to the school to start classes.

After a class, I went back to the administrative building to open the wooden suggestion box and collect the letters written by the villagers.

Looking at the letters from the villagers, most of them are thank-you letters, thanking the village chief for giving them the opportunity to attend classes.

There were also some ideas for new town names, and Allen sent these village name opinion letters to the audit department and asked them to count the votes.

After handing over these things to others, all he had in his office room was the rustle of Windsor's pages, the pink blue cat's ears moved slightly, his tail was always in the shape of a question sign, he frowned and read the textbook for a long, long time, and there was a silent dusk outside the window.

Until there was a loud roar downstairs, and the silent dusk was broken.

"Lord Allen, I'm awake!" The Minotaur was excited from below.