[There are so few collections, if it is convenient for you to pass by my brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, grandparents, please remember to collect, thank you. 】

In a slightly gloomy mountain range, the slaves were busy digging along a low valley where Viscount Leo held the mines.

A well-armed patrol maintained order, and those in charge of the business had leather whips in their hands, and from time to time whipped the slow-moving slaves.

Screams and angry shouts abounded, and the mountain range stretched for hundreds of miles, and I don't know how many slaves worked here.

The carriage slowly entered the place, and the servant who was driving was handing over to the person in charge, and in a short time Wyant was taken away.

Crackling!

A slave accidentally knocked over the ore in the bamboo basket, and the steward not far away saw it, stepped forward and kicked him to the ground, waved the leather whip in his hand and whipped it down, and the slave's back was instantly opened.

"Ahh

"Damn it, pick it all up for me!"

Wyant didn't dare to look at him directly, he was used to seeing such scenes along the way, where the life of a slave was worthless, and he could die at any moment, and his heart was already like a bird with a bow.

There was an extremely unpleasant smell in the mine, similar to the smell of rotting corpses and the stench of slaves mixed with the sour smell of ore itself, which had become terrible over the years.

"Gross!"

Wyant's eyes rolled at the smell of the smell, and he vomited, and in an instant he vomited everything he could in his stomach.

"Haha, look at this white-skinned pig, it's really useless, hurry up. The man escorting Wyant laughed and kept pushing him.

"You can forgive him, after all, he turned out to be the steward of the manor, and we can't afford to mess with him. Another companion quipped.

"There's no manor steward here, Mr. Wyante, welcome to the mines, by the way, you're a slave now, just like the damned ones, so forgive us for our rudeness. ”

"I'm betting ten Sob, this white-skinned pig won't last three days. ”

"Man, I bet with you. ”

"Haha, you're doomed, if you win, I'll invite everyone to drink. ”

Numbly looking at the cynicism of those stewards, Wyant was so angry that they dared to gamble with their lives, he felt so humiliated, and secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would get it back with interest.

The steward's hand pushed Wyant into a room where a middle-aged man sat with two attendants standing beside him.

"Oh no, I didn't expect you to have such a day, Mr. Wyant. The middle-aged man smiled, looking at him as if he knew each other.

"Have we met before?" Wyant asked cautiously, he could see that the other party should not be inferior in the mine.

"I don't think I've seen it, but there's a story you should have heard, would you be interested in hearing it?" the middle-aged man asked politely with a smile all the time.

"I'm very interested in listening to it if I don't waste your time. Wyante's heart was slightly relieved, the other party was so kind, it shouldn't be a bad thing for him.

"The story goes that my wife's singing voice is the sweetest in the town of Ball, and she works in the Nightingale Tavern, and life would have been good. ”

"Until one day a guest asked her to sing, unfortunately my wife had an uncomfortable voice that day, and she politely refused the guest, and I thought that this was the end of the matter. ”

"But the next day, the guest took my wife by force with his guards, and I later learned that she had been taken into the Viscount's estate. ”

"The most unbelievable thing is that the Viscount actually asked my wife to sing for him, for three days and three nights, and she could not stop until the time was up, and her voice was abolished. ”

"As you can imagine, my wife was reduced to slavery, and it was in this mine that she spent the most miserable time, and I tried to climb to where I am now, just to be able to save my wife, but unfortunately she died and could not wait for me. ”

"I'm done with my story, and to be honest, I'm not good at storytelling, but I think you should have an impression of this story. ”

After listening to the story of the middle-aged man, Wyant's mind went blank, this is not a story at all, but a fact, it won't be too long, about two or three months ago.

He remembered very well that he had just arrived in the town of Boer with Viscount Leo, and as a competent steward, pleasing his lord was the first priority.

For this goal, Wyante unscrupulous and willing to be that despicable villain, that day he met a woman who sang very well, and immediately fell in love at first sight, and he soon found an opportunity to confide in the other party.

The woman's refusal distressed him, and when he heard that the other party already had a husband, he was even more angry, and the pigs gave him all the good cabbage.

Since he can't get it, then no one else can think of it, Wyant became a despicable spokesman, and he wrote in his report to Viscount Leo that there was a woman who relied on her sweet singing voice to satirize adults with lyrics.

The final result was the same as the middle-aged man said, and Viscount Leo was furious, and immediately ordered to arrest his wife, and made impossible demands.

Wyante, who came to his senses, tried to keep himself calm, his gaze fell on the middle-aged man, and asked cautiously: "Since we are enemies, how do you plan to deal with me, you must know that I am only a slave now, and with your ability, you can easily send me to God." ”

If there is a regret medicine, Wyante will definitely buy it, but unfortunately there is no such medicine in the world, he is a sheep, and the hatred between the two cannot be resolved at all, and he thinks he is unlucky.

But even if Wyant died, he wanted to die with dignity, after all, he was once the steward of the manor and a person of status.

There was a hint of surprise on the middle-aged man's face, he looked at Wyante, and asked, "Aren't you going to justify your crimes, in fact, I would love to see you kneeling and begging for mercy, preferably with tears and snot, although I won't let you go." ”

"Haha!" Wyant burst out laughing.

"Why did I do that, you have to be clear, I am a decent person no matter what, and my proud heart does not allow me to bow my head to the enemy and beg for mercy. ”

"I'm sorry, because of my selfishness, I killed your wife, it's okay for you to deal with me, it's your right, but if you want to humiliate me, you have to dream. ”

Listening to Wyant's words, the middle-aged man was not angry, on the contrary, he sneered and praised: "It seems that you fat pig is not stupid, don't worry, I will act according to the rules of the mine and will not mess around, but I can guarantee that you will definitely die here." ”

"It's time to go. ”

"Ahh

Tear and pull!

The two attendants took control of Wyante, stripped him clean in the horror of the other party, took all his belongings, and his otherwise decent clothes were torn to shreds and fell to the ground.

"Bastard, is this the rule of the mines!" Wyant snarled at the middle-aged man, shielding his white fat body with both hands.

"Of course, this is the rule of the mine, and you will be allowed to go out with dignity later. After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he handed the identity card he had just written to the attendant.

"Put this suit on and go out with me. The attendant threw a set of gray coarse cloth clothes and pants directly to the ground and said coldly.

As soon as he saw the clothes, Wyante didn't care about the rudeness of the attendants, and quickly put them on, the material of the clothes was very poor, he felt uncomfortable all over, and a sour smell kept wafting out of the clothes.

"You bastard, is this the clothes that people wear!"

Tear and pull!

Wyante couldn't bear it anymore, and asked loudly, this move, he immediately found that the pants he was wearing were torn, and his ass felt cold, and he subconsciously reached out to check it, and sure enough, at this moment it was flat and unobstructed.

"I don't like to wear it, I can ask the attendant to tear it off for you. The middle-aged man saw the other party's embarrassment at a glance and spoke directly.

"Don't bother so much, can you give me another pair of pants, this one on me is a little smaller. Wyant asked humbly.

"Take him out, and arrange for him to be in Cave Three. The middle-aged man gestured to the attendant.

"You bastard! I won't let you go. Wyant cursed, guarding his ass in embarrassment, and was reluctantly pulled away by the attendants.