"Eat slowly!"

The old man looked at Maier's gobbling up food, and couldn't help but persuade.

But Maier couldn't care so much, he called himself a nobleman among the nobles, but at this time he was conquered by the bowl of porridge in his hand.

The delicate texture, with the fragrance of grains, is viscous and delicious, plus the shredded meat inside, the fragrant flavor blends with the sticky rice grains, and it does not feel greasy or bland.

The moderate taste and sufficient combination stimulate the taste of Maier.

He never imagined that there would be such a delicacy, and the feeling of eating his stomach and warmth made him forget even the pain of his legs disappearing.

"Hiccup!"

A bowl of porridge was eaten by Maier cleanly, and he burped before he calmed down.

looked at the old man in front of him again, maybe it was because the other party's porridge was too delicious, or maybe the other party saved himself.

Mel couldn't bring up the same annoyance to him as the other miners.

Perhaps, not just the taste of porridge.

If you look closely, you will find that although the old man looks a little messy, his hair is meticulously tied tightly, and the clothes on his body are shabby but clean, and the key is his hands.

The rough palms, including the nail seams, are cleaned up.

This kind of cleanliness is naturally not comparable to those miners who mine every day.

"Where is this? You're not a miner? ”

"After ...... Back Mountain, formerly ...... Right now...... I can't do it anymore. ”

The old man stammered as he finished speaking, and Mel understood what was going on.

Some miners are too old to work in the mines, and if they fail to meet the targets, they will be thrown into the abyss, so they simply sneak out and hide in the back mountains, which can be regarded as stealing a living.

"Did you see my gun?" Maier asked.

But seeing the old man's blank face, Maier gave up the idea.

This time he was ambushed, obviously a well-designed trap, and what made Maier have a bad premonition was that the strength of these people was extraordinary.

He had to bring the news back.

But look at your legs, you can't go back on your stomach.

"You take me back to the manor, I can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing in the future, which is a hundred times stronger than here."

Maier looked at the old man, tried to soften his tone, and discussed with the old man.

However, when the old man heard this, he immediately shook his head and refused.

There was a look of fear in his eyes, and he was obviously afraid of the manor he was talking about.

Before Maier could speak, the old man shook his head and left.

The next few days were arguably the most enjoyable and painful for Maier.

With no legs and no weapons, he lay there like a cripple, waiting to die, and sometimes, he was about to go crazy with boredom.

But at the same time, every day, there is a little bit of expectation in Meier's heart.

Because every day, that mysterious old guy will make different food for himself.

The appearance of these foods, although somewhat crude.

For example, a mud ball that looks a little unsightly, but when the mud ball is smashed open.

Below is the fresh plantain leaves, the refreshing green fragrance, which makes people immediately appetite and ignore the original appearance of the mud.

When I opened the corner of the plantain leaves, the brown soup seeped out along the skin, and the golden color of the skin and flesh was mixed with the soup, plus the fragrance of the plantain leaves.

Take a bite to the skin of the meat, gently cut it down longitudinally with your teeth, the lower layer is fat, fat but not greasy, and then the next layer is lean meat, which melts in the mouth, and there is another layer of fat below, followed by another layer of lean meat, with clear layers and no sharp edges.

"Stinging" is a mouthful, and the deliciousness is indescribable.

Even Maier, who has never liked to eat this kind of big meat and coarse food, can't help but eat the meat to the fullest.

When he had finished eating, Maier saw the old man curled up and eating the fruit, and he was embarrassed to find that he had eaten all the food.

After the exchange, Maier knew that the meat was a small wild boar, and that the old man had designed a trap, and that the wild boar he had caught, and that the oil was freshly squeezed from the fat of the wild boar.

Maier didn't think much of it, but it was the first time he had heard of refining oil with large meat, and the oil still tasted so delicious.

As a result, after a few days of eating, Mel's face was fatter than before.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, take me back, otherwise I won't get any treatment here."

Despite a few days together, Mel and the old man got along very well.

But every time it came time to send Maier back, the old man hesitated.

This time, Maier planned to change his way, while eating delicious barbecue, his expression became serious, and said: "You have to send me back, otherwise there will definitely be a big move in the manor, and many people will die at that time, and you don't want to see it." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going to die, the old man's face suddenly hesitated.

"There's a play!"

Seeing the change in the old man's expression, Maier's heart perked, and he immediately strengthened his efforts and continued to persuade: "Take me back, you can save many people, and besides, it's not a way for you to be here alone, come with me, I can give you a place to live." ”

Unable to stand Maier's repeated remarks, the old man finally reluctantly agreed.

Packing up your things, in fact, there is nothing to pack.

The old man made a stretcher, put Mel on the stretcher, and at the other end of the stretcher was a vine, wrapped around the old man's body, and dragged Mel down the hill.

At this time, Mel kept an eye on it, and paid special attention to the old man's satchel, and after discovering that there was indeed no flintlock pistol of his own in the satchel, the last bit of expectation in his heart was completely in vain.

"By the way, I don't know what your name is?"

Seeing the manor getting closer and closer below, Maier couldn't help but ask.

The old man paused, looked back at Meier, and seemed to think for a long time before he remembered his name: "Dog! ”

"Assemble them all!"

At this time, the dense miners in the square were violently pushed together, and the guards, who were difficult to see on weekdays, rushed into the miners' rooms in full armor today and began a frantic search.

"Smack......

The bottles and cans in the room were rudely guarded and still on the ground, not even the straw mats, and they were still on the side.

After checking around, the room was already a mess.

But most people are used to this, no! It should be said that it is numb.

Such sudden inspections have been staged several times a day in the past few days, and no one knows what these guards are looking for.

They won't resist, as long as they obediently cooperate with the inspection.

"Hey!"

Qi Liang squatted in the corner of the wall, kicked the ghost Ji on the side, and said, "It won't be looking for us." ”

"I'm afraid of a bird, that gunman didn't see our faces, and it's useless to look for it."

Onihime was indifferent, they were hiding in the dark of the dense forest at that time, and after the formation was activated, it was even more impossible for Maier and the others to see their faces.

Even if it exploded at the end, Onihime stuck her head upside down into the soil, and no one wanted to see her face, so she was naturally not worried at all.

On the other hand, the big insect on the side carefully lowered his head, and his face was smeared with a thick layer of soot, looking like an African refugee.

After all, he is not much different from a newcomer who has entered the horror space for the first time.

"Huh!"

At this time, Qi Liang was stunned for a moment and said, "The main quest has appeared!" ”

Hearing this, the two of them, Onihime and Big Worm, quickly called out their mail albums, and when they saw the new main quest on it, the expressions of the three suddenly became strange.

[Main Quest 2: Destruction]

[Quest Hint: Destroy the balance of the factory as much as possible]

Disrupt the balance of the factory!

At the other end, Zhao Ke looked at the list of tasks and thought about this task in his heart.

If the balance of the factory is disrupted, then the next step will definitely be to cause a conflict between the workers and the factory, and then the time will come......

Zhao Ke didn't have to think about it, there would definitely be a massacre next.

But Zhao Ke didn't have any interest in the main quest at this time, and glanced back at Maier who was lying behind him, Zhao Ke's simple and vicissitudes of life at this time, I didn't know what I was thinking, the cunning eyes revealed a bit of smug light, and a crazy idea came to Zhao Ke's mind.

"Stop!"

The sentry outside the manor saw Zhao Ke from a distance, and a bullet hit Zhao Ke's feet as a warning.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke carefully put down the stretcher, revealing Mel on the stretcher.

With the talisman of Maier, Zhao Ke was naturally quickly welcomed into the manor, and as soon as he entered the manor, the fresh air made Zhao Ke take a deep breath greedily.

Compared to the outside world covered with coal dust, this is simply a paradise on earth.

"Dog...... I'll still call you uncle, I'll arrange someone to let you have a good rest, and I'll look for you later! ”

Lying on a stretcher, Maier could see that his status in the manor was not low, and after a few orders, someone immediately took Zhao Ke to a wooden house to settle down.

"You just stay here, don't run around, or you'll ......"

The subordinate in charge of leading the way was obviously a mixed-race child, with a tall nose bridge, eager to rush his nostrils into the sky.

The arrogant demeanor did not pay attention to the old and ugly old man in front of him at all, and saw that after the butler finished speaking, he slammed the door and left quickly.

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, didn't bother with this guy, turned around and lay on the bed with a big grin.

Calling out his own mail book, looking at the note of the flintlock pistol in the mail book, the bold idea in his head, became more and more mature.