Chapter 67: The Black-Haired Demon
Ji Yijun and Huang Zheng were surprised because there was no such appearance of Chinese in the local area. Perhaps because of the magic, the hair color and eye color of the people here are different from those of all countries on the earth, and the difference is very obvious.
If Avalo is telling the truth, doesn't it mean that what happened to him before had the participation of the Chinese?
"We want to hear the details, you tell us what happened after you were arrested?" asked Huang Zheng.
Avalo glanced at Wu Qi, saw the other party nodding and encouraging, and began to narrate slowly: "I was sold by Janora to a small village that was a little deserted, that village was originally in the mountains, there was a river on the side, there were many uninhabited houses in the village, it was very dilapidated, half of the collapsed kind, that village must have been smaller than my village. But by the time I got there, a lot of wooden houses had been built, some of them were workshops, some were houses to live in. There were also many people there, not only slaves, but also guards and hired craftsmen. ”
"How many people are there?" asked Ji Yijun.
Avalo's face turned red all of a sudden, "I, I don't know how many people there are, I can't count how many people there are. But there are more slaves in the house where I live than two hands and two fingers. There are many, many rooms like this. ”
"If it's a house of more than twenty people, there are many rooms, to say the least, there are two or three hundred people, right?" Ji Yijun roughly estimated, "What do they let so many slaves do?"
"There are many workshops in that town. One of them they watched very closely, and the workshop was like a big round chimney, and I saw that the stones were brought in and turned into pieces of iron and bars when they came out. The other one that came out was a more advanced steel block. We can't get into these two workshops, and there are guards guarding them every day, and whoever comes over will beat them. Only those hired craftsmen could work inside.
There were craftsmen and slaves in the ordinary workshops where we worked, some of them specialized in iron cups and jars, some made clay pots and jars and other things, some made weapons and armor from steel, and some were women's workshops for making all kinds of strange clothes.
They put me to work in a workshop where I made iron armor, operating a human blower to blow air in the iron-striking furnace. I was doing this for the rest of my life. ”
"He's probably talking about small blast furnaces. We haven't been restoring this thing for a long time, and it's impossible for the locals to make it. Huang Zheng probably felt that the situation was serious, and touched his chin vigorously. Feel the stubble and make a clattering sound.
"Who would do that? Why would they start a new business outside the school? Besides, how did they have the ability to sneak this out?" Ji Yijun was puzzled.
"There must be locals to help, otherwise it wouldn't have worked. As for the reason, naturally the money made in this way fell into the pockets of these people themselves. We are beginning to stand on our feet, and naturally there will be people who are planning for the future, who is as heartless as you. Huang Zheng asked Avalo again, "Then where do the materials for their iron and steel making come from?"
"All I knew was that not too far outside the town, there were two mines, a coal mine and an iron mine, which I hadn't been to, but there were a lot of slaves in the town who were assigned to work in the mines," Avalo recalled. Slaves who go to the mines are the most bitter and the most dangerous. In the time I've been there, the mine has collapsed twice, and each time a lot of absenteeism just disappeared. However, the stewards of the town will soon have more slaves to get the mines back to work. ”
"Hey, this is to build an industrial center for coal-iron compounding. Huang Zheng asked again, "What do they do to you slaves, how does it compare to the plantation you used to live on?"
Avalo had a serious flash of fear and hatred: "Working here is much harder than the plantation, and the rules are very strict, and you will be punished for not doing it well, and you will be punished for not doing well, and you will be punished for not following the rules, and every afternoon the steward will whip people in the center of the town to beat those who do not do well, and I have been beaten twice." If the slave had committed something more serious, he would have died. There is a row of gallows in the middle of the town, and every once in a while someone hangs on it for violating various rules.
Normally, there are two stewards who manage these workshops and mines, but there is a young man who is even better than them, he comes almost every two weeks, and every time he makes a lot of demands, and he has the final say in all the rules in the workshop, he ...... He's the black-haired demon. ”
"Why do you call him a black-haired demon, did he kill a lot of people?" asked Ji Yijun.
"No, I've never seen him kill. But he set the rules for killing. For example, he set a method, called, called the 'last elimination method'. ”
Ji Yijun glanced at Huang Zheng, "I don't have to run away, it must have been done by someone from our side." ”
Huang Zheng waved his hand to calm him down, and then asked Avalo: "Tell me, what is the last elimination method?"
"That is, the few people in the workshop who do the least or do the worst things every month will be punished, and the stewards will rank the three worst in the middle, and they will be hanged. ”
"Bastard!" Ji Yijun couldn't help but scold.
"Even if it's not the last three, the bottom dozen people will be whipped. So, so everybody is going to work hard. Generally, the new slaves could not kill the old slaves, and most of the people who were hanged were newcomers. The week after I went, I almost got hanged, and then I was whipped. Avalo lifted the clothes behind his back, there were several scars there, "There are other punishments, most of them were devised by the black-haired demon. I've heard him say to the stewards that if killing one makes a hundred people work better, then you're making a lot of money. ”
At this time, even Wu Qi couldn't help but say: "How can there be such a person? ”
Ji Yijun frowned and said, "I don't believe that my classmates or teachers will become like that." They're all educated in the same place as us, how can they be like that? Are they still human?"
"Isn't it strange? When you think that the locals are natives, or even monkeys, not human at all, you don't have any sympathy for them, and I wouldn't be surprised if there were no legal constraints. I have seen more of how bad people can be than you. Huang Zheng's gaze seemed to penetrate the tent and travel far away.
Ji Yijun looked at Avalo with a suspicious gaze: "Then how did you escape later?"
"I, I saw Ava there later......"