As soon as the sun rose over the treetops, the fat man had finished his breakfast and strolled into the coolie camp, the first time he had been in such a place in the days since he had been in charge of Salersburg. After receiving Snow Fox's territory, the fat man took over more than 100 coolies from Snow Fox.

All countries on the continent will have slaves more or less overtly or implicitly. The highest slaves included stunning elven women, outstanding samurai, and so on, and a variety of skilled craftsmen. Coolies were the most despicable of all slaves, often unskilled, and had to do the most dangerous, tiring, and dirty work. The criterion for the classification of the various slaves is simple and straightforward: the level of the ability to create value for the master.

Keeping with the status of the coolies, coolie camps are often the dirtiest and most dilapidated areas in the area. Coolies are lifelong, and their faces will be branded with the mark of coolies. Escaping is not a good way out for coolies, as it is customary in mainland China that after the escaped coolies are caught, they belong to the captive, and the original owner has the right to redeem them with reasonable money. Except for a few, the redeemed coolies were often executed by their original owners in the face of other coolies by extremely cruel means to set an example. But even so, large-scale escapes of coolies still occur from time to time, and sporadic escapes are countless.

In the year 650 of the sacred calendar, the coolies broke out in the largest rebellion in the history of the continent, the number of coolies in the rebellion reached 700,000, and even overthrew the king of a small principality. However, the coolies who lost control killed not only all the nobles, but also all the clergy of the Holy Church in that principality. Pope Paul VII summoned a 100,000-nation coalition of 100,000 men and sent 5,000 Templars, led by Augustus, the youngest paladin in the Church, to suppress these outcasts.

When a sheep encounters a lion armed to the teeth, the number and will are meaningless, let alone a pack of lions. In July of that year, Augustus led the Templars to six battles and six victories, leaving no soldiers in each battle, and by the end of the month, 700,000 coolies had been slaughtered, known as the Red July. Augustus has since been nicknamed "Angel of Blood".

Rogge, who had just stepped into the coolie camp, had not finished reading the coolie information he had obtained from the "General History of the Mainland" when a strange smell almost washed him to the ground. The fat man looked around and glared angrily. The coolie camp was full of low and dilapidated shacks, and even one wondered if it was a den of wild beasts that would be more decent than that, and the camp was full of sewage of various colors, and the strange smell emanated from here.

By this time the coolies in the camp had all risen and were lining up to eat breakfast. In the middle of the camp was a huge iron pot full of gray-green porridge-like stuff. A tall, fat overseer was handing out spoonfuls of "porridge" to coolies. Rogge stepped forward with a frown, once again almost knocked down by the smell of the "porridge". The fat man forcibly walked to the side of the pot, took the spoon from the overseer's hand, scooped up a spoonful and looked at it carefully, the gray-green soup was piled with unknown leaves, and it was obvious that he had not cut it at all. The "porridge" was sticky, and a bubble flipped up, bringing out a meat worm that had already been cooked. The fat man's breakfast was squirming wildly in his stomach, and he quickly looked away from the spoonful of porridge, but saw a group of coolies staring at this "meaty" with bright eyes, and their throats couldn't stop rolling up and down.

Rogge's face was extremely ugly, and he stared at the overseer who was distributing the food and asked, "Who is here to prepare the food for these coolies?"

The overseer felt bad: "Back to my lord, I am in charge." ”

"Are you the one who buys food to cooks?" "Yes, sir. ”

"Damn, I spend ten gold coins a month just to make you something that these pigs don't eat?" Say, how many gold coins did you covet me?" Rogge flew up and kicked the overseer to the ground, and in his hate he rushed up and continued to kick him in the body. A few overseers who were watching from the side hurriedly stepped up to get Rogra away.

The beaten overseer got up and wiped the blood from his face, revealing a fierce and scoundrel look: "My lord, your supervisor Nila only gives me four gold coins every month. If you want to find him, you have to find him first. What's more," he looked around viciously, and the coolies who were swept away by his gaze all flinched, "just these pigs! I am willing to feed them half a gold coin a month, which is already very conscientious!"

Rog trembled with anger as he stared at the two overseers who were still holding his arms, and they hurriedly let go of their hands and stood aside. The fat man froze: "It seems that you have a good relationship, I started beating people on my own territory, and I dared to stop it, hehe, hehe." ”

The beaten overseer ignored Rogge's threat and said, "Your Excellency, I am the son of Ian, the mayor of Le Mans, and you can call me Guta." These guys are from our town. You know, there's not a lot of people around Fort Sales, and if you drive a few of us out, you'll never find anyone else to work for you. You can't bring someone from Lille or Fahrburg to do such menial work, do you? Besides, why do you want to dirty your hands for these most despicable pigs? Well, you'll only have to pay 6 gold coins a month for these pigs,"

One by one, the overseers were all apparently the head of the ancient tower. Rogge was silent for a moment and sighed, "Then be it." But now that the mine is not producing enough, how can you give them such a thing to work? ”

Guta laughed and said, "You can leave this place to me without worry." I promise they'll work like a boar. When Snow Fox was here, it was all on me. ”

Guta's laughter was replaced by a muffled grunt, and then a square face turned purple and red, and he slowly fell down with his hands on his crotch. After the huge body fell, a sinister Rogge appeared behind him. The fat man is very satisfied with the effect of his legs, and he is quite comfortable with his body. That life-and-death battle really helped Rogge a lot. Now dealing with such an ancient tower that doesn't know anything about martial arts and magic, isn't it easy to catch it?

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other overseers had a tendency to rush up, and Rogge snorted coldly and said, "If you guys think you're living too long, you might as well try it." What's the big deal for a nobleman to kill someone in his own territory, if you beat me as a nobleman, the whole family will be exiled!" As soon as the words came out, Rogge scolded himself, what penal colony is more desolate than here?

The overseers glanced at each other, and sure enough, they gathered around. The fat man remained silent, stepped on the ankle of the ancient tower, and carried the dark energy, and in the sound of "click", the bones were already crushed. In the screams of the ancient tower like killing pigs, the overseers were shocked. Rog picked up the ancient tower again, pressed his face against the cauldron still resting on the blazing fire, and a light smoke rose, and the ancient tower fainted after just two screams. Rog threw the ancient tower in front of the overseers, and now half of his face was charred and black, and his flesh was blurred.

After the bloody killing a few days ago, Rogge was indifferent to such a scene. The overseers turned pale and trembled. Rogge pointed to one of the little men who was shaking the most, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. "You, you're the head of this from tomorrow onwards, and you're going to give you ten gold coins a month, and you're going to feed me these coolies as strong as oxen!" As for this waste," Rogge kicked Guta in front of the overseers, and said coldly, "Fuck grandma, don't you think the coolies are all pigs? Tomorrow you'll work with the pigs!

An overseer on the side cautiously said, "My lord, he is the son of Mayor Ian, and if you do this, the people in the town may be dissatisfied with your lordship." Rogge laughed and stared at him, the overseer sweating profusely and nodding his head all the time.

"Do as I say! If any of you are unhappy, just replace him! Don't you collude and want to give me a dismount, you want to open your mouth first and then bargain slowly, right? Damn, if you make Lao Tzu unhappy again, you will all enter the coolie camp tomorrow!" Rogge threw down a sentence, turned around and walked out of the coolie camp, hating all the way, "Ian, you old thing, you haven't had time to settle accounts last time, your son actually dares to hinder Lao Tzu from making money, let's see!"

Night falls on Fort Sellers, a little starlight twinkles in the cold wind, and in late autumn, the night in the mountains is already bleak. Occasionally, one or two unknown autumn insects chirped, but they only brought a deeper desolation to the night scene. The people in the mountains have already crouched in the warm quilt, while rolling freely, imagining the people who are still running on the road, and feeling the incomparably warm quilt. The men and women in the mountain village began to play primitive entertainment, and the simple, vigorous movements tested the quality of the bed aids, destroyed the comfort nests of countless insects and ants, and also made the rats out of the bend uneasy.

A black shadow shimmered out of Sellersburg. A cold wind passed, and the black shadow trembled more and more, and he cursed in a low voice, he inadvertently became a reference standard, setting off the happiness of countless people hiding under the covers. The Shadow's sense of morality did not bring him much luck, and as he hurried on his way to the town of Le Mans, three shearers jumped out. The black shadow was taken aback, he didn't expect that there would be such a dedicated thief in this poor and remote country. The black shadow saw that he had a small chance of winning with one against three, and was about to offer the money to buy the road, when a thief came up from behind and knocked him unconscious with a dull stick. Then the three of them neatly stuffed the black shadow into the sack and carried it back to Sellersburg.

The black shadow had a strange dream, dreaming that the number nine was swimming in the cold winter. Naturally, I woke up quickly and froze up from this dream. He looked down and saw that the [***] on his body looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. Looking up again, a thin man with a sinister face in front of him was still carrying an empty bucket in his hand. He suddenly sobered up a lot, and only then did he realize that there were still a few chairs in the room, and on them sat the young nobles. There were also some mercenaries standing around, and they could be seen from their faces that they were extremely insidious and brutal, and everyone seemed to be staring at them with bad intentions at the moment. His cold sweat flowed down all of a sudden, and the back of his head began to ache sharply at this moment.

"Our honorable Mr. Overseer, you are so worthy of the little salary we paid you, and you have to work so hard at such a late hour. Lens said in a strange way. Whoever is pulled out of the bed so late will not have a good temper.

"What is his name, Mr. Overseer?, Ah, Mr. Toffler! You see, your name is really good, and maybe a bit of noble blood. Franco also spoke, "I have the honor to ask you, is there anything important that you go out so late?" Of course, you can also choose to talk later, so that we will not be depressed this evening." ”

Toffler watched in horror as the mercenaries skillfully fiddled with the various torture instruments, and the charcoal basin was lit. He shouted, "I'm going back to my house in town, my wife is sick!" and no one heeded his cries, the nobles were still judging his figure, and the dutiful mercenaries were doing the final checks.

The knowledge in this torture is difficult and vast. Whipping and burning is only inferior, and attacking the heart is the superior. The Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group has a complex origin, and there are many ruffians, bandits, villains, and hooligans, and many of them are old mercenaries. In turbulent years, mercenaries and bandits are often separated by a line, and there are not a few who enter the city as mercenaries, and those who go out of the city to become bandits. There are not a few good torturers among the dragons and beauties, and although this torture principle is not a master, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

As soon as the mercenaries heard that Rogge was going to torture the prisoner tonight, they enthusiastically signed up. The aristocratic scum carefully selected and circled six people to fight tonight. These people really did it, and they didn't do it yet, just a little arrangement, which made Toffle's beans sweat profusely. "I'm telling the truth! Let go of me! What are you going to do?"

Franco walked up, and his handsome face looked so hideous in Toffler's eyes. "You're very cooperative, otherwise wouldn't all our preparation work be in vain? ”

Toffler hurriedly said: "Wait! Wait a minute! I say, I say it all!"

"Shut up!!" the mercenaries in the room shouted.

"If anything, I'll have to wait for a round of torture. That's a bit of a man, hehe. Rogge peeled a banana and threw it in his mouth.

A bearded mercenary began to come and untie Toffler's belt. The venerable Mr. Overseer howled like a pig: "I said, I am going to report to Ian, and let him lead all the townspeople to come and rescue the ancient tower, and then go to the royal capital to ask for a complaint!"

Several nobles looked at each other. Lance said gloomily: "Are you our children? just want to drive us away? Say, how many more people are there in Le Mans Town!"

Toffler struck out: "What, what snow fox?"

"It seems that this night, it will not be so peaceful!" "Yes, yes." ”

At present, the mercenaries are full of energy, and everyone wants to show off their means. Six mercenaries gathered around Toffler and began to get busy. As soon as a cold wire touched his flesh, the venerable Mr. Overseer let out an earth-shattering scream, wondering how such a loud noise could have come from his thin body. The mercenary carrying the wire trembled in fright, and the wire fell to the ground. Seeing that the opportunity could not be missed, Toffler immediately confessed everything he knew about Snow Fox at the speed of a dragon's roar and the speed of a shrew's scolding, which naturally included a part about a certain big man in Le Mans.

At the moment of life and death, Mr. Overseer's survival instinct and sharpening mind are simply wise. He immediately found out what the nobles were interested in, so he automatically repeated the list of snow foxes, and added all kinds of scandals about that big man, which was really insidious and vicious, lazy and greedy, eating, drinking, gambling, smoking, cheating, stealing, all-encompassing, and doing everything. The clerk on the side remembered that his eyebrows were dancing and his pen was flying, while the scum were shaking their heads and their hearts were relaxed and happy.

At last, Mr. Toffler's accusations came to an end, and everyone felt that the fun was not over. The clerk came to Toffler with a thick stack of records, and without looking at it, he immediately signed his name. The clerk showed it to several nobles, and several of them looked at it with a sneer, saying that Toffler was a talent, and he was really wronged as an overseer. Toffler had just escaped from danger, and Chad couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when he praised him like this, and he just felt that this place was heaven on earth.

After seeing it, Rogge shook his head, and said secretly: "Where did the chaotic people come from? Sure enough, the officials forced the people to rebel, and the people had to rebel." Old man, it seems that you are still poisonous. ”

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