At noon, when the sun was scorching, Downton walked down the stone road of the mine to the canteen.

Dressed in the light leather armor of the 'Hundred Warriors', Jackson followed behind, his glowing green eyes roaming back and forth over the heads of the humans around him, wondering where to get his mouth down and bite better.

"I really want to eat a big meal!"

Jackson lamented that if it weren't for Downton, it would have gone on a killing spree, and although he was grateful to his master for taking him away from the dead dungeon, it was a great pity that he couldn't enjoy the food to the fullest.

"Keep your mouth shut, and if you let me know you're a cannibal, don't blame me for kicking you back to Porusna!" Downton reminded that the Devil's wisdom was also a nuisance.

Jackson had had enough of the war space, which was no different from being in prison, so he insisted on coming out to get out of the air, even threatening suicide.

It's not that Downton is unreasonable, but he just goes out with a ghoul, which is too eye-catching.

"You have the title of Paladin on your head, what are you afraid of? Just say that it has known its sins and is repenting of its sins under your divine calling!" Homer felt that Downton was too cautious to help but educate, "If you don't believe him, let him talk to Jackson about life." ”

"I will definitely teach them the principles of being human beings. Jackson smiled strangely and couldn't help complaining, "The master is too merciful, if you want me to say, whoever dares to talk nonsense in front of you will directly cut it down with an axe and beat them until they dare not look at you again." ”

"And then give you the corpse to eat?" Downton scoffed, "and what's the matter with that laugh of yours?

"Doesn't that sound scary? I used to read some novels because I was bored, and the big demons in them laughed like this. Jackson was stunned, "Gee, it doesn't look stupid, does it?"

"It's silly!" Downton and Homer nodded, one spoke. A projected text, "Wipe the saliva off the corners of your mouth." ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm hungry. "Jackson is pretending to be bitter again, and I have to say, this guy has no self-esteem at all. It's not at all like an undead monster that is about to be promoted to the middle rank.

With Jackson, there are actually some benefits, it can hold the Grimoire while carrying the Torn Dragon's Tooth Battle Axe, so that Downton can access the battle at any time.

Add to that a backpack stuffed with supplies, and in short, Jackson was a servant who carried the load, and occasionally worked part-time as a guard.

Of course, Jackson also had a deterrent power. A ghoul with intelligence and good combat effectiveness is enough to make some petty people re-examine Downton and understand that there is a great price to pay for provoking him.

"Truth be told, Jackson's appearance is not bad. ”

The aestheticist Homer had a rare good word for Jackson.

Despite being a beginner, Jackson was much more complete than the tattered ghouls, but it was still ugly, so Downton wrapped his body in a white bandage. Only a pair of eyes and a mouth remain, like the mummy of Egyptian Leah. With such an outfit, a straight figure, and black light armor, it reveals a strange beauty.

"Really?" Jackson couldn't help but be overjoyed, settling into a toned pose, busy asking. "Like a big star in a touring opera company?"

"Like a rotting corpse in a tomb!" Downton rolled his eyes, fortunately the low-level ghouls with good strength didn't stink, otherwise he would never have brought this goods with him.

"Even if it's a dead body, it's the most handsome dead body. Jackson was narcissistic, muttering quietly.

Lunch time. There were a lot of people crowded in front of the cafeteria, but when Downton walked in, the miners immediately gave way, and even some people who didn't know him were pulled aside by the people nearby.

Götze huddled in the middle, seeing the crowd parting, and when Downton walked by, they either bowed their heads or smiled, which made him envious, knowing that a few days ago, the two of them were still of the same position.

"Big Foreman!"

A dozen cronies who had been waiting nearby for a long time saw Downton and immediately squeezed over, and then pushed away the miners who were not long-eyed, so that the foreman could be unimpeded.

As soon as I stepped into the canteen hall, the smell of food wafted over, and the noisy, bitter and tired miners could have a short rest time at this time.

Despite complaining about the poor food, they still gobbled it up and ate cleanly.

"Big foreman, I'll help you cook. A middle-aged miner found an opportunity to offer his hospitality and walked up to Jackson, "Where's the plate?"

"No need, you guys go eat, I'll line up myself. "Downton is not used to being served, he is still a kind teenager at heart.

In the special seating area of the hall, the black-uniformed overseers and the mine tyrants gathered together, and had been hostile to him since Downton entered.

"Next!"

The cook, shouting for the miners to move faster, took spoons and scooped the potato broth into the rice bowl, then placed two palm-sized breads and three slices of bacon in a clean process.

If you are familiar with the chef and occasionally get an extra loaf of bread or a spoonful of potato soup, even if you see this, no one dares to complain to your face, because you have offended the chef, and you will be hungry for the next few days.

It was Downton's turn, and he stood in front of the counter and handed over the plate.

"Next!"

The cook glanced at Downton and drooped his eyelids.

Downton was stunned.

"Next, I didn't hear it, if you don't want to eat it, get out. The chef slammed the bucket with a spoon on the bucket of food, making a thudding sound.

"You're looking for death, this is our Downton foreman!" How dare the cronies who followed behind dare to cross Downton to eat, and when they saw this scene, they had already been blown up by anger and scolded.

"I don't care who you are, this is a cafeteria, and when you come here to eat, you have to follow the rules. The chef roared louder, and the spat stars were about to splash into the broth.

He had been instructed from above to make things difficult for Downton, so that he could understand that a big foreman was in the Dagger Mine, and he was not even a fart.

"Haha, the big foreman who can't eat, it's a shame. ”

"Come on, come and eat, I have chicken legs here!"

A pointy-chin miner grabbed the chicken leg from his plate, shook it, and threw it at Downton's feet. They were all prisoners, and they were brought in by the overseers just to clean up Downton.

"Are you still eating?" said the cook, "Hurry up, next!" shouted the cook, but he found that there was a long queue of more than three hundred people. None of them dared to come over and eat.

"Let's eat!" Downton said lightly, and did not take back the plate, he still remembered Homer's words, don't be special, you have to eat with the miners, you will get their approval.

The chef knew that once he cooked for Downton, he would be done with his job and would definitely be fired. But being stared at by so many people, especially with a pair of green eyes, made him even more stressed.

"Ready, next!"

The chef scooped up a small half-spoonful of broth, then grabbed a loaf of bread with his large, black, greasy hands, rubbed it on his oil-stained pants, and placed it all on his plate.

Downton ignored the laughter of the overseers and glanced at the plate. Heightened the volume, "Add food." Fill it up for me. ”

"A scoop at most, even if you're a foreman, you're no exception. The cook complained, but after all, he didn't dare to disobey Downton's words and add him food.

The attitude of those ordinary miners makes this old fritter feel. He may have been in big trouble, but he soon became proud.

"I'm so witty. "The chef thinks that his on-the-spot adaptability is good, and letting Downton eat dirty things is also a punishment. He was wondering whether to ask the head chef for credit, when a plate flew over.

Bang, the chef was smashed backwards, and the hot potato broth poured over his face and into his neck, making him scream in pain.

The commotion here also attracted all the attention of the entire hall.

Downton wanted to add food in order to smash the chef, and he propped his right hand on the counter, flipped inside, grabbed the oily cook's hair, and pulled him towards the wall.

"Don't!" looked at the rapidly approaching black wall, and the cook struggled, but to no avail, and then hit his head hard.

Bang, bang, bang!

Downton grabbed the chef by the hair and slapped his face against the wall as a walnut.

The bridge of the nose was shattered, the blood was gushing out like a faucet that had opened the floodgates, half of the teeth of the mouth were also lost, and the mouth was swollen.

"Please, stop fighting. The cook cried, and the hall fell silent with a terrible scream.

A group of sweaty kobolds walked in, and when they saw this scene, they stopped in amazement, and then after confirming Downton's back, the leading guys exchanged glances.

"Do you know what to do?" Downton paused, grabbed the chef's head, and pulled it in front of him.

"Got it, got it. The cook's whole face was distorted, and blood stained his chest red.

"I don't know if I want to cook!" Downton ditched the cook and stood at the front of the line again.

The ordinary miners in the hall looked at the blood-drenched walls, and then at the hapless cook, and suddenly cheered, they had long wanted to beat up these chefs who were withholding their food, and Downton's actions really gave them a bad breath.

The chef endured the severe pain, cooked the meal, held it in both hands, and respectfully handed it to Downton.

"Great foreman, your meal!"

The chef even used honorifics, and the plate was full of bacon, and even the potato broth was the thickest.

"The miners in the back are given this amount of food, and if you can't do it, you can go home. Downton took it and walked to the table.

"Long live the foreman!"

Hearing Downton's words, the cook's expression was bitter, but the miners cheered louder, and there was never a big foreman who offended the head cook for their lowly workers.

"Bah, boy, you're very arrogant!" the sharp-chin miner walked up to Downton with a group of people, and after a dry cough, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the dinner plate, "Aren't you going to add food?" ”

Before the mine bully's words fell, Downton held the plate in his right hand, and one suddenly burst out and poured it into his face. (To be continued......)