As soon as the sun jumped up from the forest, the fat man had already finished his breakfast and walked into the coolie camp. This was the first time he had come to such a place in a few days after he entered Sellersburg. After receiving the territory of the snow fox, the fat man took over more than 100 coolie who were mined by the snow fox.

There will be slaves in all countries on the mainland, more or less, light or dark. The highest-ranking slaves include stunning elf women, outstanding warriors, etc. There are all kinds of skilled craftsmen. Coolie is the most humble of all slaves, often without skills, and can only engage in the most dangerous, most tiring, and dirty work. The classification standards between various slaves are simple and direct: the level of the ability to create value for the master.

In line with the status of the coolie, the coolie camp is usually the dirtiest and ragged area in the area. The coolie is lifelong and the face will be marked with the coolie. Escape is not a good way out for the coolie. In the mainland, after the escaped coolie is caught, it belongs to the capturer, and the original owner has the right to redeem it with reasonable money. Except for a few coolie, the redeemed coolie is often executed by the original owner in front of other coolie by the coolie in extremely cruel ways to serve as a warning. But even so, the large-scale escape of the coolie still occurs from time to time, and there are countless sporadic escapes.

In the 650th year of the Holy Calendar, the coolies broke out in the largest riot in the history of the mainland. The number of coolies in riots reached 700,000, and even overthrew the kings of a small priest. However, the coolies who lost control not only killed all the nobles, but also killed all the clergymen in the Holy Church in that priesthood. At that time, Pope Paul VII came forward to summon 100,000 troops from the coalition forces of the 12 nations, and sent 5,000 Templars, led by Augustus, the youngest Paladin of the church, to suppress these abandoned peoples of the gods.

When the sheep meet lions armed to their teeth, their number and will are meaningless, not to mention that they are still a group of lions. In July of that year, Augustus led the Templars to win six battles and win six times, leaving no surrendered soldiers in each battle. By the end of the month, he slaughtered 700,000 uprising coolies, known in history as Red July. Augustus has since had another nickname "Blood Angel".

Roger, who had just stepped into the coolie camp, had not finished reading the coolie information obtained from the "General History of the Continent" in his mind. A strange smell that came to his face almost knocked him to the ground. The fat man looked around and looked at him glaring. The coolie camp was full of low and tattered shacks, which even made people wonder if the nests of wild beasts were more decent than this. Sewage of various colors flowed around the camp, and the strange smell was emitted from here.

At this time, the coolies in the camp had all stood up and lined up to wait for breakfast. A huge iron pot was set up in the middle of the camp, and the pot was full of gray-green porridge-like things. A tall and fat supervisor was giving spoonfuls of "porridge" to the coolies. Roger frowned and walked forward, and was almost knocked down by the smell of the "porridge". The fat man forced himself to walk to the edge of the pot, took the spoon from the supervisor, scooped up a spoon and looked carefully. There were unknown leaves piled in the gray-green soup, which could be seen that it had never been cut. The "porridge" was sticky, and a bubble turned up and brought out a cooked meat bug. The fat man was squirming in his stomach with his breakfast, and quickly moved his eyes away from the spoon of porridge, but he saw a group of coolies staring at the "meat fish" with their eyes shining brightly, and his throat kept rolling up and down.

Roger looked extremely ugly, staring at the supervisor who was sharing the meal and asked, "Who is responsible for preparing food for these coolies here?"

The supervisor immediately felt something was wrong: "Sir, I'm responsible."

"Are you all from buying food to cooking?" "Yes, sir."

"Damn it! I spend ten gold coins every month to make you make things that don't eat from these pigs? Say! How many gold coins are you greedy for me?" Roger flew up and kicked the supervisor to the ground. He still couldn't relieve his anger. He rushed up and continued to kick his body. The supervisors who were originally watching were busy coming up to pull Roger away.

The beaten supervisor crawled up, wiped the blood on his face, revealing a fierce and rogue look: "Lord, your supervisor Nila only gave me four gold coins every month. If you want to find him, you have to find him first. What's more," he looked around fiercely, and the coolie who was swept by his eyes all retreated, "That's all these pigs! I'm very conscientious about feeding them with half a gold coins a month!"

Roger was so angry that he shivered. He stared at the two supervisors who were still holding his arms. The two of them quickly let go and stood aside. The fat man calmed down: "It seems that you have a good relationship. I hit people on my own territory, but I dared to stop them, hehe, hehe."

The beaten supervisor ignored Roger's threat and said, "Your Excellency, I am the son of Ian, the mayor of Le Mans. You can call me Guta. These people are from our town. You also know that there is no people around Sellersburg. If you drive us away, you will never find anyone else to work for you. You can't bring people from Lille or Falborg to do such rough work? Besides, why bother dirtying your hands for these most humble pigs? Just give them to us. So, in the future, you will only pay 6 gold coins for these pigs every month."

These supervisors obviously only followed the leader of the ancient tower. Roger was silent for a while and sighed: "That's it. But the output in the mine is insufficient now. If you give them such food, how can you have the energy to work?"

Guta laughed and said, "Don't worry, leave this place to me. I promise they will work like a boar. When the snow fox was here, they all depended on me."

Before Guta's laughter could be heard, it was replaced by a muffled groan. Then a square face turned purple and red, and his hands covered his crotch slowly fell down. After his huge body fell down, Roger with a sinister smile appeared behind him. The fat man was very satisfied with the effect of his vaginal legs and was quite content with his body skills. That life-and-dea battle really helped Roger a lot. Now, he can handle such a Guta who knows nothing about martial arts and magic. Isn't it easy to get it?

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other supervisors were quite rushing forward. Roger snorted coldly and said, "If you think you live too long, why not try it. What's the big deal about killing someone in your own territory? If you beat me, the nobleman, it's possible for the whole family to exile!" As soon as he said that, Roger scolded himself, what else is the exile place that is more desolate than here?

The supervisors looked at each other and indeed surrounded him. The fat man stood silently and stepped on Guta's ankle and used his dark force. The bones were shattered in the sound of "knocking". The supervisors were shocked by the screams of Guta's pig-killing screams. Roger picked up Guta again and pressed his face against the big pot still on the raging fire. A light smoke came out. Guta fainted after screaming twice. Roger threw Guta in front of the supervisors. At this moment, half of his face was charred and bloody.

After experiencing the blood-flying killing a few days ago, Roger was no longer indifferent to such a scene. The supervisors' faces were pale and they couldn't help trembling. Roger pointed to one of the little ones who had been trembling the most, and scared him to sit on the ground. "You, from tomorrow, you will be here. You will still give you ten gold coins every month. You have to feed these coolies as strong as cows! As for this waste, Roger kicked Guta to the supervisors and said coldly: "Fuck his grandmother, don't you think the coolies are all pigs? Tomorrow you will work with the pigs! Brand him with me!"

A supervisor beside him said carefully: "Sir, he is the son of Mayor Ian. If you do this, the people in the town may be dissatisfied with the adults." Roger laughed and kept staring at him. The supervisor was sweating profusely and kept nodding and bowing.

"Do what I said! If any of you are unhappy, just replace him! Haven't you colluded and wanted to give me a warning? You want to speak out first and then bargain slowly, right? Damn, if I make me unhappy, I will all go to the coolie camp tomorrow!" Roger threw down his sentence, turned around and left the coolie camp, and was full of hatred. "Ian, you old guy, you haven't had time to settle the last time, your son actually dares to hinder me from making money. Let's take a look!"

Night falls in Sellersburg, and the stars are twinkling in the cold wind. In late autumn, the night in the mountains is already very desolate. Occasionally, one or two unknown autumn insects are chirping, but they only bring deeper desolation to the night view. The people in the mountains have long been curled up in the warm quilt, rolling freely while imagining people who are still rushing on the road, and they immediately feel that the quilt is extremely warm. The men and women in the mountain village have even begun to have primitive entertainment. The simple and violent movements have tested the quality of the bed auxiliary, destroyed the comfort of countless insects and ants, and made the mice that came out for a walk uneasy.

A black shadow slipped out of Sellersburg in a flash. A gust of cold wind passed, and the shadow shook more and more. He lowered his voice and cursed. He accidentally became a reference standard, highlighting the happiness of countless people hiding in the bed. The shadow's public morality did not bring him any good luck. When he quickly embarked on the way to Le Mans, three thieves jumped out. The shadow was shocked and did not expect that there were such dedicated thieves in this remote area. The shadow looked at one against three, and had little chance of winning. When he was about to offer the money to buy the road, a thief came up from behind and knocked him out with a stick. Then the three of them quickly stuffed the shadow into a sack and carried it back to Sellersburg.

The black shadow had a strange dream, dreaming of swimming in the cold winter of the 9th. He naturally woke up quickly in this dream, and woke up from the cold. He looked down and saw that his body was wet, just like he had just been fished out of the water. He looked up again, and a thin man with a sinister face was still holding an empty bucket in his hand. He suddenly woke up a lot, and only then did he see clearly that there were still a few chairs in the room, and the young nobles were sitting on it. There were also some mercenaries standing around. Just from his face, you could see that they were extremely sinister and cruel. At this moment, everyone seemed to be staring at him with malicious intentions. His cold sweat suddenly flowed down, and the back of his head began to hurt again.

"Our respectable supervisor, you are so worthy of the salary we paid you. You have to work hard so late." Rance said sarcastically. Whoever got pulled out of the bed so late would not have a good temper.

"Mr. Supervisor, what is his name? Ah, Mr. Toffler! Look, your name is really good, maybe there is a bit of aristocratic blood." Franco also spoke, "I can be honored to ask you, is there anything important to you when you go out so late? Of course, you can also choose to talk later, so that we will not be frustrated this night."

Toffler watched in fear as the mercenaries skillfully fiddled with various torture instruments, and the charcoal basin was lit. He shouted loudly, "I want to go back to my house in the town to see me. My wife is sick!" No one paid attention to his shouting, the nobles were still evaluating his figure, while the conscientious mercenaries were doing the final inspection.

The knowledge in torture is profound and vast. The whipping and ignition is just a inferior one, and the attack of the heart is the best. The origin of the Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group is complex, with many soldiers, bandits, villains, and hooligans, and many of them are old mercenaries. In the turmoil, mercenaries and bandits are often separated by a line. When entering the city, there are mercenaries, and there are many who go out to become bandits. Therefore, there are many good torture players among dragons and beauty. Although this principle of torture cannot be called a master, it is still more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

When the mercenaries heard that Roger was going to torture the criminals tonight, they signed up enthusiastically. The nobles and scum carefully selected and confiscated six people to fight tonight. These people were indeed very aware. Before they could do anything, they just made Toffledo sweat drip. "What I said is the truth! Let me go! What are you doing?"

Franco walked up, and his handsome face looked so ferocious in Toffler's eyes. "You cooperate very well, otherwise wouldn't we have done so much preparation time in vain? The night is still long."

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

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

"If you want to say it, you have to wait for a round of torture to be there. That's a bit like a man, hehe." Roger peeled a banana and threw it in his mouth.

A bearded mercenary began to come over to untie Toffle's belt. The respectable supervisor howled like a pig: "I said! I want to report to Ian and ask him to lead all the townsmen to rescue Guta, and then go to Wangdu to ask for the orders and complain!"

Several nobles looked at each other. Rance said gloomyly: "Do you think of us children? You just want to drive us away? Tell me, how many people are there in the Snow Fox in Le Mans Town!"

Toffler fought all over: "What, what snow fox?"

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

The boss is now all the mercenaries are full of energy and everyone wants to show off their tricks. Six mercenaries are busy around Toffler. As soon as a cold wire touches his flesh, the respectable supervisor immediately lets out a shocking scream, which makes people wonder how this loud sound came out of his thin body. The mercenary carrying the wire trembled with his hands, and the wire fell to the ground. Toffler saw that he could not miss it and did not come again. He immediately explained all the information he knew about the snow fox with the volume of the dragon roar and the shrew cursing words, which naturally included the part about a big man in Le Mans.

At the critical moment of life and death, the supervisor's survival instinct and his mind became more and more keen, which was simply wise. He immediately discovered something that the nobles were interested in, so he automatically repeated the list of snow foxes, and added jealousy to all kinds of scandals about the big man. They were really sinister, jealous, greedy, greedy, gamble, gambling, cheating, cheating, stealing, and doing everything. The secretary beside him remembered that he was furious and waving, and he was fluttering; the scumbags were shaking his head and feeling relaxed and happy.

Finally, Mr. Toffler's accusation ended, and everyone felt that they were not satisfied. The clerk came to Toffler with a thick stack of records. He didn't even look at it, and immediately signed his name. The clerk gave it to several nobles again. The clerk laughed so much that he praised Toffler as a talented person and was really wronged by being a supervisor. Toffler had just escaped from danger, and Chad praised him with such surprises, and he felt that this place was a paradise on earth.
Chapter completed!