Rupert soon noticed the movements of the miners, and his face suddenly became gloomy, and he swung his whip and whipped it on one of them, scolding him sharply.

"Whatever you see, get out of here and get to work!"

The onlookers hesitated, but picked up their pickaxes again, picked up the stones, and continued their digging work.

Rupert then turned his gaze back and looked at Raeder fiercely, if it weren't for the other party's medical skills to save the Baron a sum of money, he would have killed a thorn like this a long time ago.

But after a moment's thought, Rupert quickly came up with an idea, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"It's not impossible for me to spare him, but the ore production mined this week will increase by another tenth!"

"The choice is yours!" Rupert smiled sinisterly.

Raeder gritted his teeth and was extremely angry, but Hamm was seriously injured, and his body was beaten open, and if he didn't treat it, he might really not be able to hold on, so he could only nod and agree.

"By the way, you will make up for his work today, otherwise you won't eat dinner later!" Rupert spoke loudly so that every miner present could hear it.

The miners who were still standing on Raeder's side couldn't help complaining in their hearts, and many people secretly blamed Raeder for being nosy.

The task sent to them by Rupert before was already extremely heavy, and if they increased their production by one percent, it would simply cost them their lives!

Raeder didn't dare to look at everyone's eyes, took out the herbs from his coat pocket and dealt with Hamm's injuries briefly, and the rest could only be left to fate, and then Raeder didn't stop, picked up the pickaxe, and worked harder than anyone else.

There are thousands of miners in this mining area, although Hamm is missing, but Raeder is in the lead, and everyone is working hard to get dinner.

Rupert didn't dare to starve these people for a night because of this little thing, and if he delayed tomorrow's ore mining work, he would still be scolded.

After a busy day, most of the miners still received their dinner today, a piece of black bread and soup made from wheat leaves.

There was no nutrition at all and it was even difficult to swallow, but every mine slave ate quickly, and the heavy physical work had made them care about nothing else, just to stuff something into their stomachs, and anything they could eat was a rare delicacy in their eyes.

However, Rupert was very stingy, and the little food he gave could not fill his stomachs at all, so he could barely keep them from starving, and some hungry and uncomfortable miners even dug up the grass roots on the ground.

Hamm, who was lazy just now, naturally didn't get any food, and Raeder, who couldn't bear it, had to give his share, when he first came to this mine, Hamm had taken care of himself, and Raeder naturally couldn't leave it alone.

The finely chopped wheat leaves mixed with the black soup slowly poured into Hamm's mouth, allowing the badly injured man to regain some strength, but he shook his head in the face of the black bread that Raeder handed him.

"I'll just eat this." Raeder opened his bag, which was full of unknown herbs. "It's Suzuki grass, but it's much better than hard bread."

Hamm reached out and took the small piece of black bread and devoured it, if he didn't eat more, he probably wouldn't make it to-night.

Raeder watched Hamm eat as he stuffed the bag of Suzuki grass into his mouth, the blades of this grass were very bitter, and he didn't know if it could be eaten, but since it could heal the wounds, it must not be poisonous, and it was better than starving anyway.

Hamm quickly stuffed all the black bread into his mouth, licked the crumbs of bread that had fallen on his hands, and then trembled and held the light mark made of wood hanging on his chest with his right hand, and began to pray sincerely, telling the great Lord of the Stars and the Goddess of the Moon [Ella] about his sins and sufferings, and begging the other party to bless him through the night.

"Uncle Hamm, do prayers really work?" Raeder couldn't help but ask.

There are not a few mine slaves who believe in the goddess Ella in the entire mine, but many devout believers also died in the last mining disaster, which makes Raeder feel extremely puzzled.

If the goddess really exists, and is as holy and merciful as people tell her, then why not shelter her followers?

"Useful, will work!" Hamm said like a dream. "These are the great Lord's tests for you and me, and the sufferings we suffer in this life will sublimate our souls and return to the kingdom of God after death."

"Otherwise, when you die, you will fall into the boundless hell of hell, and you will spend all your lives in fire and hot oil......," Hamm said in fear, not knowing if he had suffered enough, and not knowing if his piety would impress the great goddess Ella, but survival was instinct, and prayer was the only thing he could do.

For those slaves who lost their homes and were taken to the mines because of war and famine, and who had no future, they could only hope to enter the kingdom of God after death and enjoy eternal pleasures.

Raeder looked dazed, he had heard similar remarks more than once, but his heart was becoming more and more confused.

However, the guards of the mine did not give them a chance to talk in detail, and one by one they waved long whips to drive the miners to go to bed, and it was forbidden to talk to each other in the middle of the night, and they only had five hours to rest.

Raeder had no choice but to suppress his doubts to the bottom of his heart, and lay on the bed made of blades of grass, and the exhaustion of a day's hard work in digging ore soon made him fall into a deep sleep.

About half an hour later, a guard with a torch, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, placed a delicate ring on Raeder's hand.

At the same time, in the port of Ijeta, in the dean's office, Lynn also received Raeder's message at the same time.

A young man who knows a little about herbal medicine, has a spirit of rebellion, and has accumulated some prestige among the many mine slaves.

The problem is that I am a little younger and not experienced enough, so I am afraid that I will not be able to make any trouble.

But people can be cultivated...... Lynn touched his chin, since the magic realm can mimic the small universe, then according to the computing power of the brain, it should not be a problem to reproduce some classic historical scenes.

Like the Yellow Turban Uprising, the Wagang Uprising, and the Yellow Nest Uprising, there are simply not too many, just like clearing the game, which can quickly make a person a rebel professional.

Lynn called up the information of various peasant army uprisings in history and read it, so let's give him a modified version of the Daze Township Uprising first!