Arcanis had only half guessed what she had envisioned, and it was really easy for her to infuse the elemental stones into them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but the other half of guessing wrong is extremely fatal, the blue wolf who has never had work experience, did not expect that he had to work fifteen hours a day. She had imagined the difficulties she encountered, the vicious yard dogs, the vicious house spells, all kinds of sophisticated and dangerous Karakuri mechanisms, and the guards, but Arcanis did not expect that she would be trapped in a space of less than three square meters without a trace.

The ever-bright alchemy ball hung overhead, and the light of the white flower fell on the black table. In her left hand, she held the Elemental Infusion, a heart-shaped stone with an old leather belt engraved with bright runes. The conveyor belt on the side was constantly transporting planks of wood, each with six elemental gems. She had to keep placing the planks on the edge of the table, mechanically placing them on the platform with her right hand, tapping them with the Elemental Infusionr until they shimmered, then putting them back on the conveyor belt and pushing them back onto the conveyor belt.

There is so much work that Arcanis, like a machine running fast, can't resist. She was soon surrounded by tall planks, and her body looked thinner in the brown-black stack of planks. She barely dared to look up at the desperate pile of planks. After a few days of work, she gave up thinking and became a pure "machine", because so that she would not be tormented mad by long hours of mechanical and boring work. The most painful times were when she suddenly regained some of her senses, the endless tasks, the mechanical monotony of the work, the numb hands, and the mere idea of how long it would be before the painful work was over, was enough to make her feel deep pain.

If that sanity had been worn out by the tedium of work a little longer, Arcanis would have thought of the reward for the job: half a gold coin a day, or the same subject to strict adherence to the rules of the factory.

Lateness is not allowed, the scrap rate cannot be higher than 10%, and the workload must be 2,000 times a day. Too many rookies get less than half of their wages because of these rules.

Finally, the lunch bell rang. Groups of numb faces got up from their quiet seats, walked out of the workshop in groups, took off their overalls and hung them in hooks. As soon as they entered the hallway, the elemental workers couldn't wait to start talking, because the workshop was not allowed to chat. More than 10 people have been whipped in public for chatting, and each whip can make the worker scream the loudest while ensuring that he is able to work.

In the crowded dining room, Arcarnes received a portion of his own food, some meat, albeit some minced meat with a lot of chili peppers to hide the freshness of the ingredients. Despite this, it is still a kind of benevolence, at least as the "teacher" emphasized during the training, as the slogan on the wall says. What kind of ghost fund was established by the nobles with kindness, which was used to improve the food of the elemental workers and dedicate their strength to the prosperity of the empire.

Hmph, the devil knows what's the name? It's just a small character. Arcanis thought, swallowing the hot "meat" with difficulty, a hot pain from her tongue that challenged her nerves. She frowned in disgust and swallowed her food in a few bites, her eating posture lacking the grace and poise of the academy.

It was unpalatable!she roared inwardly, her hand clutching the spoon fiercely.

The food that killed a thousand knives and cost her salary, the thought of this blue wolf had to try to suppress her anger, otherwise she might not be able to resist stuffing piles of chili peppers into the chef's mouth.

Although the factory does not prohibit workers from bringing food into the factory, a part of the wages will be given to the workers in the form of "tokens", which can only be consumed in the factory, and the only thing that can be consumed in the factory is this "mercy" package.

So in order to save money, the elemental workers all "voluntarily" bought the mercy package. The sheer volume of purchases not only gave the nobles who established the "Mercy Package" foundation a great sense of moral satisfaction, but also made her famous.

Ha, what a benevolent little character. Arcarnes thought to herself, if she had a chance, she must shove all the chili peppers into her mouth, ******.

The rigorous aristocratic education of the academy, the etiquette, elegance and so on, disappeared from her under the great pressure of reality.

After teaching the founder of the "Mercy Package" foundation a hard lesson in his head, Arcanis finally ate the last bit of spicy meat. The rest of the cooked potato chips were relatively light, this kind of ugly food produced underground, and not very tasty, was rarely served on the tables of nobles, and Arcanis had naturally never seen it before. It's a shame.

Perhaps to make up for this pity, fate arranged for her to eat potatoes for more than ten days in a row, and her taste buds had become numb to the taste of potatoes. As if devouring tasteless dirt, she forced herself again to carry the gray-white mashed potatoes into her mouth, and her tongue to shove them into her esophagus. A few months later, she described the taste of mashed potatoes to her "best friend", and (Christina had never seen such an ugly crop) couldn't find the right adjective, so she said

"That's supposed to be the smell of work. ”

The confusion on Christina's smooth face deepened.

"Maybe you'll realize it later. Arcanis said very calmly.

When he was full, Arcanis stood up, walked to the recycling window with the empty cutlery, and handed it to the old man who was missing his finger. They come from the textile section of the factory and are also the ones who enjoy the blessing of "benevolence", after all, few bosses are willing to hire someone whose finger has been broken by a machine. Even if he has worked for his factory for most of his life.

The blue wolf glanced at their crooked fingers, and they coughed as they put the dishes in the pool.

Coughing, crooked fingers, all the things that the textile machine gave them.

Arcanis took one look at the textile workshop, the scorching heat of the air, rows of numb child laborers, inhaling tiny cotton wool floating in the air. After making a comparison, she deeply agreed with the statement that the "elemental workers" were the workers' aristocracy.

To be honest, these are nowhere near the limits of the blue wolf's endurance.

Poor dwelling, long hours of mechanical toil, nausea of hot and inferior food, humiliation of being inferior. For revenge, for promise, she can endure it.

But there was one thing she couldn't stand and had to work out.

The working hours are too long. As an intern, the factory assumed that the quality of her products was not up to standard, so she was assigned a lot of work. In the ten days that led her to come to Camor City, she didn't have the energy to use the darkness to spy on intelligence, in other words, she didn't know anything about the high-level of Camor City.

Theoretically, as long as the quality of her products is good enough, it is very possible to be promoted to a senior technician in just ten days, so that she can not only solve the problem of residence, but also be very merciful to the talent boss, and do not have to work so much every day.

In fact, she did this easily, and the cheap elemental affinity detection crystal failed to detect the true elemental affinity of this malicious girl. Her rich theoretical knowledge, coupled with her extraordinary talent, made it easy for her to meet the requirements on the fourth day of work.

However, she applied to write six letters and approached the chief manager twice.

For the first time, he said that the craftsmanship was somewhat lacking.

The second time, he said that the matter would have to be discussed.

It dragged on for days, and Arcanis was inexperienced, and he sensed that the steward was deliberately making things difficult for her.

She went straight to the steward's office, determined to solve the problem in the next two days. The blue wolf walked to the brown wooden door, looked at the wooden door, and whispered, "Fat ghost, you'd better say yes sooner, or you'll regret it." ”

With that, she knocked firmly on the wooden door, and did not push the door until there was a "please come in" from behind the door.