Although the walls of the gathering place are lit by torches and oil lamps, the environment is still dim, and because the air is not very well circulated underground, it is full of foul smell, so it makes people feel particularly oppressive.

Every miner's face was dirty, and the laughter, coupled with the dull echo, was particularly infiltrating.

"Boy, it seems that you haven't suffered enough and haven't learned to be good. Cook joked to Downton, and as he walked past Gotze, he kicked him in the calf, "What are you doing in a daze, go to work!"

Without Cook's orders, six of the foreman's cronies had already come over to assign tunnels to the new miners and urge them to enter the mines.

Scolding and whipping are inevitable, this is to deter the miners and extinguish the flame of rebellion in their hearts as soon as possible.

The Dagger Mine is very large, there are more than 1,000 such small mining areas, and there are several or even several transfer sites in the mining area, and the foremen are the people in charge of each collection and transfer area.

The foreman is not chosen by the mine owner, but 'elected' by the miners, and of course, this process inevitably involves some dark means.

Each foreman is in charge of his subordinates, as little as twenty-three people, as many as three or four hundred people, all depending on their own ability, above them, there are big foremen, each of whom has more than a thousand shili, they no longer have to work, they are responsible for monitoring the miners, do not let them make trouble.

Cook is very capable of fighting, so he occupies a relatively easy place to mine ore, and because he has gathered more than 300 miners, this is his confidence in the Dagger Mine.

"I'll tell you, if you can't dig up three hundred pounds of ore today, you won't want to have dinner. Cook pointed to Downton, then to a tunnel, "That's your territory." ”

"Cook, you're so bad, it's a dead mine, he can't dig through the ground, and he can't mine a single ore. ”

"Not necessarily, maybe he can pull it out. ”

"Oh, the steward must have good food and drink for him, and let him pull ore every day. ”

The miners are noisy, and after the boring and tiring work every day, they use these bottom trash fish for fun, which is also a kind of relaxation.

Even miners, with different statuses, are also divided into groups, at least those unlucky people who do not fit in with the group will always be the object of bullying.

"Boy, get to work. ”

Cook pushed Downton, and did not hit anyone, in his opinion, every miner is a fat sheep, and the ore produced is wool, if it hurts them, it will inevitably affect mining, and to reduce production, this loss is too great.

The freedmen of Lima hurried into the tunnels with pickaxes and iron drills, where the foreman's orders were everything, and if they were violated, they were waiting to be cleaned up.

Downton walked into the tunnel with his hammer and hammer in hand, figuring out how to solve the problem, and he didn't want to waste his time on it.

"A rich man with a net worth of more than 10 million is tired of mining in the mine, who will believe it?"

Downton desperately wants to change his status, as a commoner, he is too unfree, even if he spends a high price, even if he only has a title and no territory, he has to buy one.

"At least with aristocratic status, there is no longer a need for hard labor. Downton threw the iron drill on the ground, listened to the crisp sound, and suddenly reacted, "Yes, spend money on ore, there is no poorer person than a miner." ”

The poor miners had only a handful of strength left, and a silver coin bought ten pounds of ore, and they were absolutely crazy to sell to themselves.

The tunnels lead in all directions, and Downton soon finds an honest miner.

"I'm not going to help you!" the miner wiped his sweat and took the opportunity to stop and rest, he was almost done with today's mining, so he didn't need to work too hard.

Downton didn't speak, took out a few silver coins, and tossed them boringly.

The miner's eyes widened suddenly, and the dim oil light line was dazzling in the luster of the silver coin.

Downton revealed his intentions slightly, and the miner nodded in agreement.

Even outside, a miner's hard day is only the salary of five or six silver coins, and this transaction is a win-win situation for both parties.

"Next time, bring in Potions. Downton sat on the ground, pondering the question, and in less than twenty minutes in front of him, more than three hundred pounds of ore had been piled up.

There are other stones in the veins, not all of which are ores, so it is not an easy task to chisel them down and sift them out.

"What?

Some honest miners were ready to leave, but a few, with their eyes rolling, stared at Downton and threatened, "If you don't buy the ore, I'll tell Cook what you've done." ”

"Yes, just go!" Tang Zheng stood up and patted the floating soil on his ass lightly.

"Do you think I don't dare, give you another chance, or I'll go." ”

The miner was striking, but before he could finish speaking, Downton rushed in front of him with an arrow step, punching him in the nose, followed by a knee blow to his stomach.

Seeing the miner howl miserably, holding his stomach, and kneeling on the ground, all the miners were startled, they didn't expect this kid to actually do it, and looking at his posture, it was obvious that he often drank.

"Aren't you going to sue?" Downton slammed his leg on the miner's mouth, Liliang was not big, at least it didn't knock out his teeth.

"No, don't dare!" the miner begged for mercy.

A cronie heard the screams and ran in, and when he saw Downton beating someone, he was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"Put the ore on your back and send it to the transfer site. Downton clasped his hands to his chest and smiled, "I want all of your ores." ”

Cook was bored and picking his feet, and was about to take a nap, when he saw Downton and a group of people walking out of the tunnel.

"What's going on?" said Cook as he watched the miners lay down the ore, his face full of confusion.

"Three hundred pounds, I did it. Downton raised his legs, his military boots stepped on a basket, and casually took out a three-thousand-year-old St. Gertland gold coin from his pocket and played with it.

"How is that possible? Wait, you bought the ore?" Cook wasn't stupid, or he wouldn't have been a foreman, and when he saw Downton's gold coins, he understood why.

"yes, it's cheap. Downton shrugged his shoulders, "But I think I've done something stupid." ”

"What's the matter?" Cook subconsciously asked, he felt that Downton's brain must be broken, if you were rich, and be filial to take care of things earlier, how could people deal with you?

"If I become a foreman, won't I just have a copper plate and don't need to spend it?" Downton also figured it out, if you want to climb Xiangshang, then start with the foreman.

"What? I heard you right?" Cook was stunned, and then Daxiao came out, "You have a hole in your head? Why are you a foreman, do you ask these miners to serve you?"

Hearing that someone was going to usurp power, six cronies surrounded him with iron chisels and pickaxes, and stared at Downton with fierce eyes.

If you want to be a foreman, in addition to being able to fight and settle some thorns, you should also give benefits to some people close to you, so that they will support the foreman and become the cornerstone of management.

The miners of the same town as Cook all put down their work, took their tools, and gathered together, and there were more than sixty people in the dark.

"I'm Downton of Morningmist Town, and from today onwards, this mining area will be at my disposal!" Downton kicked over the basket and made a declaration to the sound of falling ore.

The miners of the Gathering Land were all dumbfounded, looking at Downton as if they were watching a goblin who was so unashamed to take over the dragon's lair.

"Haha, that's the best joke I've heard this year. Cook Daxiao, took the improvised mace handed by his cronies, and pointed at Downton, "Up, give me to abolish him." ”

The miners rushed up, and six cronies rushed the fastest.

These people are all Cook's descendants, and they are the most difficult to soften, so they must be eliminated first.

Downton showed no mercy, his right hand slashed over the edge of his military boot, and he pulled out the shower of demon-breaking daggers inserted in it.

In the dim light, a green light flashed, and the arm of one of the cronies was slashed, spurting blood.

Unexpectedly, Downton actually had a weapon, and he was fierce, and the momentum of the miners suddenly stagnated.

Downton fought back, holding the dagger and swinging green lines.

The iron drills, pickaxes, and hammers that the miners picked up were all broken in two, even if they were all made of iron, and they were as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in the face of the showers.

Listening to the clanging sound of the destroyed tools hitting the ground, the miners were dumbfounded.

"Excellence-level dagger?" Cook's mouth was wide open enough to swallow a duck egg, and with his barren eyes, he felt that the excellence class was a rare treasure, and for the perfection level, he couldn't imagine what kind of existence it was.

Downton entered the flock like a tiger and cut out a piece of blood, his attack was extremely measured, all flesh wounds, which looked horrible, but not fatal.

After all, after killing thousands of ghouls, Downton still has some control, but the miners don't think so, watching the blood flying, and people constantly screaming and falling to the ground, their faces turned pale with fright, and finally they couldn't bear this pressure and began to retreat.

The miners who were watching didn't expect Downton to reverse at all, and they were stunned for a while.

"You have the ability to put down the dagger and fight me alone. "Cook's palms are purely holding the mace, and they are all sweaty.

The mace was a thick wooden stick with rusty nails on it, and if it was hit, it would definitely break the flesh, and Cook had used it to clean up many thorns in the past, but today, he found that it did not give him any sense of security.

"Alright!" Downton didn't care to stick the shower back into his sheath, and to deal with a trash like Cook, he blew him up with his bare hands.

"You brought it on yourself. Cook was overjoyed, rushed to Downton, picked up his mace and smashed his head.