MTL - For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King (1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King)-Chapter 18 miner

   Chapter 18 Miners

  Silver Stream Mine is the largest mine in Thorns City. About 40% of the source silver ore is produced here every year. Because of this, the largest source silver refinery in Thorns City is also built nearby.

   Of course, this mine and refinery are part of the huge estate of Duke Simon, the city lord.

William checked the Cass Durant reward order issued by Duke Simon, and half of the people who died in his hands were miners of the Silver Stream Mine, while the rest were more or less related to the source of the mine. The silver industry is related.

  According to his experience in the game, when you see a nerubian in a place, it is estimated that the place has been infiltrated into a sieve.

   But he didn't quite understand why it was a mine.

Every Void King corresponds to an idea or phenomenon. For example, the rotten lady symbolizes the morbid cycle of life and death, the wrong and distorted food chain, and an overall irreversible self-consumption. Therefore, the familiar of the rotten lady is often associated with corruption. , Festering, Infection, and Undead are all linked together, and they only like to be in places with those elements.

The Whispering Queen symbolizes conspiracy, betrayal, trickery and murder. As the family of the Whispering Queen, the most favorite place to haunt the Soul Eater should be a place full of conspiracies and calculations, such as an intricate palace or a noble aristocrat with fierce power struggles. internal.

   In any case, there should be no contact with the miners.

  William felt the need to figure out what the miners were thinking about parasitizing so many miners.

  …

   "Brut Cole."

"exist!"

   "Sigmons Carter"

"exist!"

   The overseer with an iron whip around his waist took the roster and called the people one by one. A row of miners in sloppy work clothes and dusty faces stood in a neat line on the flat ground in front of the mine, with ropes, pickaxes and miners' lamps at their feet.

  When they were called by the supervisor, they tried their best to answer loudly, and then stood as straight as possible without making any eye contact with that person.

   "Colter Brand."

  “…”

  The silent silence made everyone turn their attention to the position at the end of the line. A boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old was wearing work clothes that were too large for his figure, standing there with sleepy eyes, with his head lowered, looking like he was about to fall asleep standing up.

   The supervisor slowly walked in front of the child as if very interested, picked up the iron whip hanging from his waist, and gently lifted the child's chin with the handle of the iron whip.

   The cold touch made the child wake up with a shudder. He looked blankly at the smiling overseer in front of him, and then seemed to suddenly realize something.

   "Ah, here!"

   He immediately straightened his body and answered loudly, not even daring to catch his breath after speaking.

   The overseer withdrew the iron whip in his hand and asked softly.

   "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I remember that you seem to be a miner who just reported the day before yesterday, right?"

   "Yes, my lord! I'm here to take over from my dad's Hilton Brand!"

   the child answered aloud.

   The overseer nodded and said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, Hilton... Your dad is an excellent team leader here. Every time the team he leads goes to the mine, the average efficiency is more than 20% higher than that of other teams. When he is around, I have to save a lot of effort here. "

   The kid wanted to smile when he heard the overseer, but the latter half of the overseer made his smile freeze before he could finish it.

   "But didn't your dad ever tell you the punishment for dozing off during the morning meeting?"

   In the next second, an iron whip slapped his left thigh, directly slitting his work uniform, leaving a two-foot-long, half-finger-deep bloodstain on his leg.

   "Three whips for dozing off at work, and two more whips if you scream when you are whipped."

   The overseer's genial smile disappeared completely, he said with a cold face at this moment.

  The child clenched his teeth and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the overseer.

   "Do you feel dissatisfied?"

   "No, my lord!"

   he said through gritted teeth.

"If you feel unconvinced, you can go back now and act like a spoiled brat to your lame and blind old man. Then one day you can't pay the city maintenance tax, and then wait to be driven out of the city of thorns to become a serf. If you still want to If you stay here, turn around and get me two more whips."

  The boy named Colt turned around silently. At this time, a middle-aged man with a bushy beard standing beside him spoke.

"Sir, Colt has only been here for two days, and he is still a little uncomfortable with the working rhythm of the Yinliu Mine. It will be good to get used to it in two days. If I get two whips from you today, I am afraid that I will even go to the mine. It's difficult."

   The overseer glanced at him before and said.

   "Do you want to be a good person so much, then how about you take these two whips for him?"

  The man immediately lowered his head and stopped talking.

   The overseer sneered and weighed the iron whip in his hand. Just as he was about to swipe it round and slap it on the opponent's back, a tall man standing in the middle of the team spoke up.

   "This kid can't stand it twice, I'll take it for him."

   The overseer stopped.

   "Good man Sigmons, what, do you want to stand up again this time?"

   "I just took his father's love, not just me, everyone here has taken his father's love. If it wasn't for his father's life to support the support, the last time the No. 7 mine collapsed, we would all die in it."

   The tall man named Sigmons said in a flat tone.

   "Yes, if it wasn't for his father, we would all be buried in it."

   "His dad's leg was also broken like that."

   "My lord, let me take this whip for this child."

   Hearing his words, other miners also began to talk about it, and even a few daring ones also stood up, expressing that they would accept punishment for this child.

"To shut up!"

  As the voices of discussion in the team grew louder and louder, the overseer, who seemed to be unable to control the scene, roared loudly and muted everyone's voices.

   There was a faint sound of thunder in his roar, and the surrounding air also flickered with a few tiny electric lights.

The team of    miners was silent for a moment.

   This overseer is actually a magic caster.

   He looked at Sigmons with a livid face, and after a while he turned his head and said to the child.

"Cort, in order not to affect today's progress, you will go down with the mining team today, but you will continue to be punished when you come back in the evening. Sigmons, come with you, and in the future there will be this kind of provocation for the miners to question the Duke. For authoritative matters, just get out of here."

   After he finished speaking, he hung the iron whip back on his waist, shook the flower roster, and continued to report the remaining names.

"Um?"

   When the supervisor called all the people on the list, he found that there was one more person at the end of the line.

   He walked up to the man.

   Although the man was wearing the same overalls as the miners around him, his temperament was very different from the people next to him. Maybe his figure was not so rough, or maybe he didn't look ashamed.

   It is also possible that his gray hair and silver eyes do not fit in with the people around him.

   "Why aren't you on the list?"

   "I was transferred over yesterday."

   The overseer reminded with a displeased face.

   "I was transferred only yesterday, 'Sir'."

   "You don't need to call me your lord."

   As soon as these words came out, everyone held their breath.

   (end of this chapter)