The corners of Sheld's mouth were raised, a gloating smile appeared on his face, and he excitedly approached the place of the incident. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "What happened?" asked Sheld, staring at the kobold covered in bruises.

The Overseer whipped another whip and glared at the kobold viciously—he no longer wailed, but shrunk into a ball and twitched uncontrollably, white spit coming out of his mouth, mingling with blood and dust—and then replied respectfully, "My lord, he can't even move the most ordinary crates, which has seriously slowed down the progress of mining. With that, the overseer was about to whip again, but Sheldt raised his hand to stop him.

The kobold thought he had found a lifesaver and struggled to mumble something in an indecipherable language. Shellt immediately showed a fierce expression and cursed with disdain: "What is he talking about? Tell me, what the are you talking about?" The kobold continued to babble as if he could not understand the lingua franca, and boldly crawled towards Shellt and hugged his right leg.

"Get out of the way, bitch!" Sheldt kicked the kobold away, foaming at him in disgust.

"My lord," said the orc slave, who had been watching for a long time, taking two steps forward, "this kobold said that the box was too big for him to handle. ”

Indeed, it was a bit too embarrassing for a kobold with an average height of about four feet to lift a box that was almost three feet square, and regardless of the weight of the ore in the box, the size of the box alone was too much for the short-limbed kobold, and the guy who was whipped was also a small man in his group. But Shield, ignoring the orc's explanation, snatched the prison whip and whipped it hard at the kobold's limbs. "The hands are short and the feet are short, and it's useless to keep them. Shelt shouted. Compared to the overseers, who only knew how to vent violence, Shelter, the master interrogator, had a masterful technique of torturing people. The whip seemed to have eyes in his hand, and it struck the joints of the kobold's limbs with unmistakable accuracy, and the sound of bones breaking came one after another, and soon the kobold stopped twitching.