Heller didn't give Roger much time to grieve. He asked Roger to deal with the Arabs as soon as possible, just like the Greek translator Christo Dulles. Now the Greek slaves in the mining area listen to Dulles.

Heller said: "We Jews have an old proverb: It is better to be in hell with a wise man than in heaven with a fool. Prove yourself and let me see whether you are a smart person or a stupid person. This will determine what I do in the future.

Treat you."

Roger understood what Heller meant, and he returned to the shack silently complaining.

He thought that if he proved to be a smart person, he deserved to stay in this hell. If he was a stupid person, Heller would probably save his poor food and send him to heaven.

Thinking of food, Roger also thought of the grain truck that delivered grain every day. It was probably from the Viscount's town. But the grain truck only unloaded at the entrance of the wooden wall. He once tried to approach, but was stopped by the guard who was closely guarding him.

He also thought about his food. Heller did not give him the treatment of a guard. He ate the same as other slaves.

One meal a day, after harvesting the mines, the guards would light the food on human hairs. They would never give out more. If you don't get it, it will be gone. No one will care if you starve to death.

The food was all dark and made of unknown materials. Roger finished it in a few bites. He drank water and didn't feel full in his stomach at all.

When Roger is growing, he eats a lot, and this little food is not enough for him.

He thought, this is not possible. If this continues, he will soon become as weak as other slaves due to lack of nutrition. It seems that before planning to escape, he must first find a way to fill his stomach.

But until he fell asleep, he didn't come up with any good ideas.

When Roger crossed the stone wall to ask for instructions at Heller's cabin at dawn, he saw that Heller seemed to be a little depressed, so an idea popped into his head.

He humbly introduced himself to Heller: "Sir, I think you are not in good spirits. Let me sing you a song."

Heller didn't seem to hear. He took a wine bottle from the shelf, opened it and poured himself a small glass of wine. He put the cork back on the bottle and then sat on his armchair with the glass in his hand.

I took a sip of wine, closed my eyes and thought about it.

After a while, Heller put on a noble and arrogant posture and nodded to Roger, as if he was telling a bard: "Come to cheer up."

So Roger sang loudly: "Rise up, people who don't want to be slaves..."

He spoke in Chinese, which he was sure Heller couldn't understand. His voice was high and loud and could be heard throughout the mountain col.

Heller's spirit was lifted, and he said: "This song sounds really exciting, although I can't understand a word of it. What language is this?"

Roger said that this was the dialect of his hometown. He knew that nowadays people in different mountains may not understand each other's language, and everyone is used to not being able to understand the dialect spoken by others.

As expected, Heller did not pursue the question. He said: "Very good, you cheered up my spirit, and I want to reward you."

Heller picked up the leftover bread on the table, thought about it and broke it in half, and handed the remaining half to Roger.

"This is your reward. Do it well. I will never mistreat a servant who works faithfully."

Roger thanked him profusely, but he complained in his heart: This little bread was not enough to compensate for the physical exertion he had expended while singing.

The next morning, Roger sang to Heller again, his voice as loud as an anti-aircraft trumpet.

"There has never been a savior..."

Heller was so happy that he gave Roger the bit of bread leftover from yesterday, and Roger accepted it pretending to be very happy.

When Roger walked back through the city gate, he finally got what he wanted.

The guard who was closely watching told him to come to the stone wall after sunset. Norton wanted to see him. Of course Roger agreed wholeheartedly.

He thought, the plan went well.

In fact, he never targeted Heller from the beginning.

Heller can go home to be with his family every day, but the guards have to stay here year after year.

There was a lack of entertainment in this era, and it was impossible for the stingy Heller to spend money to entertain these guards.

Roger had seen guard captain Norton whipping slaves for fun, and he had also seen two guards fighting, with a circle of people surrounding them cheering.

The spiritual world of these people was extremely empty, and he knew that they could not refuse his singing.

After the sun went down, Roger came to the stone wall. The guards did not open the oak door, they just lowered a hanging basket from the wall.

Roger was taken to Norton's cabin, where he saw nearly all the available guards gathered there.

He saw Norton sitting at the head of the long table, eating havoc. Norton's broad chin was covered with black beard residue, with minced meat hanging on it, and there was a pool of wine stains on his chest.

When Norton saw Roger, he puffed up his cheeks and said, "Boy, you're a good singer. Give us a song."

Roger obeyed. He walked to the side of the long table, stood up, and sang a song.

His singing was actually not good. He sang a cappella without accompaniment, so he couldn't find the tune, and he even missed some words in some places. He also sang in Chinese that the guards couldn't understand.

But the melody of the music excited the guards, and they shouted: "One more song!"

Roger sang weakly this time, and his tone was drawn out like mourning.

Norton seemed to notice that he was hungry, so he waved his hand and said, "Sing again when you are full."

So some guards brought Roger the remaining bread and meat they had eaten. They did not give him a seat, but asked him to eat standing up.

Roger had a delicious meal, and then he opened his throat and sang another song. This time he was more serious and sang a more cheerful song.

Norton was very happy. He drank one beer after another while listening to the song. Soon, he became drunk.

Norton asked Roger to sit down and drink with him.

Roger thought, is this treating him as a pedestal?

He thought that based on his worth, the fee should not be cheap.

A guard added a stool next to the long table. Roger sat down as ordered, and another guard handed him a glass of beer.

Roger sucked cautiously. He was worried that this was an interrogation, and he was worried that he would spill the beans if he drank too much.

It turned out that he was overthinking and no one took him seriously. Norton didn't ask him anything at all.

"I will become a knight... Heller promised me... He will recommend... Maga, Viscount Margarito will promise... I will definitely become a knight... Heller promised... I have wanted to do this all my life.

Be a knight... I tell you... Heller promised me, he promised..."

Norton lay drunk on the table.

The guards asked Roger to leave, and allowed him to take away the rest of his food when he left.
Chapter completed!