Downton simply took a shower, put on the Hundred-Man Warrior's light leather armor, put on the black uniform that represented his identity as an overseer, and picked up the short stick and hung it on his waist.
The whole corridor was filled with miners waiting quietly. When they saw Downton walking out of the dormitory, they immediately leaned against the walls on both sides and bowed their heads to say hello.
These burly men looked respectfully at Downton, who was only sixteen years old. Some even looked at his uniform, showing deep envy and flattery.
"I believe you should have listened to what the foreman said before coming here. Let me reiterate once again, no matter what I say, you must do it unconditionally, and you will be rewarded with ten gold coins. If you hold back, I will let him understand.
Disobey me and you will get the consequences."
Downton walked slowly past, with a sullen face, and his eyes swept over the faces of the miners. No one dared to look at him, and they all lowered their heads.
"Do you understand everything?" Jackson, who was also wearing light armor, yelled as he followed Downton, holding the ancient grimoire carefully in his left hand and carrying a dragon-tooth-breaking battle ax and a warrior saber on his back.
"Got it!" A group of strong men shouted excitedly, with momentum like a rainbow.
Dare to appear in front of Downton at this time, without exception, they all have enough courage and ambition, and want to be promoted and make a fortune. If Downton shows cowardice, they will have to reconsider their side.
"Very good!" Downton nodded, quickened his pace, "Let's go!"
The three centurions did not reply loudly, but as long as Downton walked down the corridor, the miners standing solemnly on both sides would immediately follow behind him.
There was a strong momentum in the silence.
Some miners hid behind dormitory doors and peeked in, feeling mixed emotions in their hearts.
"That guy is really awesome. He only came to the mine for a few days and he became a supervisor."
"What a piece of shit luck. He must have knelt down and licked Dofink. Otherwise, why would the boss choose him?"
Some people were envious and wished they could replace Downton at the front of the lineup and taste the power and taste of ordering others. Others looked down on him and muttered slanders.
"Come on, didn't you see how angry I was with the supervisor? If it were you, I would have been so frightened that your legs would be weak."
"Even if you feel dissatisfied, you'd better keep your mouth shut. If someone informs Downton, we don't want to be implicated by you."
The miners who slandered Downton looked around and found some people looking at them. They were startled and quickly shouted to express their position.
"I didn't say anything. Lord Downton is so powerful, he may become the chief engineer soon. We must support him."
Downton wants to retaliate in kind. He will attack the overseers' cronies. They are just miners and can be punished for any reason they find.
"Master overseer, the building manager of each building is a close confidant of the overseers and manages the miners for them." There were some veteran miners who were very familiar with those people and eagerly rushed to lead the way.
Downton chose Building No. 12, which was far away from the foreman's building. Even if the supervisors heard the news and came, this time would be enough for him to repair many people.
The team marched towards the dormitory building in a mighty manner, startling many people.
Every window in every dormitory building was crowded with people. They craned their necks and looked down. They saw Downton leading the team and were curious about what he was going to do.
"Leave ten people to guard the door. No one is allowed to come out without my order."
Building No. 12 had already come into view. Following Downton's order, more than twenty miners rushed to the door and blocked the miners who were about to come out.
"Go, notify every floor and tell them about the health inspection. Ask them to wait for me after tidying up the rooms!" Downton walked straight into the corridor and stopped in front of the first dormitory on the first floor. There was already someone there without him having to do anything.
He ran to knock on the door.
The door opened, revealing two frightened faces.
"What are you doing? Come out. Supervisor Downton is here to check the hygiene." A few tough miners directly dragged them out, and then stood aside, respectfully waiting for Downton to enter.
"It's too chaotic. Be careful next time." Downton did not go in. He stood at the door and took a few glances before moving on.
After Downton left, the workers in the dormitory breathed a sigh of relief. Two of them, who were afraid of trouble, hurriedly folded their quilts and even had to clean the room.
"Where's the building manager? Go get two people and ask him to come down and see me." Downton walked down the corridor and took a general look at the dormitory. After all, checking the hygiene was just an excuse. What he was looking for was the building manager's trouble, not these ordinary things.
miner.
Of course, if there's a thorn in the side, Downton won't mind giving him some good looks.
After waiting for three minutes, the building manager did not show up, and the two miners who were sent there even received a slap in the face.
"lead the way!"
Downton's face darkened.
The door of dormitory 307 was closed tightly. No matter how hard the miners banged on the door, there was no response.
"Are you idiots? Break it away for me!" Downton was angry.
The miners received permission, and their violent side showed up. They found iron drills and mining picks and broke open the wooden door.
"What are you doing?" The building manager didn't expect these people to be so aggressive. His voice trembled a little, and he walked out of the backstage. "I'm the building manager, and I work for the chief engineer."
"Why are you still standing there? Beat him!" Downton was too lazy to listen to these nonsense and impatiently tapped the wall with his short stick.
"You can't hit me, I'm..." Before he could finish speaking, Downton threw a short stick and hit him in the mouth, causing blood to spurt out.
The dozen or so miners who live in this building are the fastest movers. They are usually bullied by the building manager, but they finally came back this time.
"Overseer!" A miner picked up the short stick and gave it back to Downton.
"Let's go to the next dormitory building!" Downton picked up the stick, wiped the blood stains on the body of a miner who was as quiet as a chill and turned around to leave.
Building No. 11, the building manager is a smooth middle-aged man. Looking at the commotion on the opposite side, he has guessed Downton's intention and has been waiting at the door early.
"I will ask them to clean the room immediately and make sure it is spotless." The middle-aged man nodded and agreed to whatever Downton said.
Downton was silent and stared at the building manager. It was really difficult to deal with this guy who was as slippery as a loach.
"Huh, he's just a guy who suddenly gained power and wants to deal with me. Go and eat shit!" The building manager looked respectful on the surface, but in fact he wanted to smash Downton's face and was full of contempt for him.
"Do you look down on me?" Downton asked, tapping the middle-aged man's chest with his short stick.
"Don't dare, you are a young hero and a role model for us." The middle-aged man flattered him, but he kept cursing in his heart.
"What a despicable bastard, you actually hit me with a show of force." The middle-aged man wanted to curse a few more words to relieve his anger, but the short stick was drawn out without any warning, hitting him in the face.
The middle-aged man's teeth were almost knocked out, and his head felt dizzy.
"Do you look down on me?" Downton pressed the stick against the middle-aged man's chin and asked the same sentence.
"Really not...yes!" Before the middle-aged man could say the word "yes", Downton slapped the stick with his backhand.
Ah, the middle-aged man screamed, his mouth was broken and the blood was blurry.
Downton didn't bother to ask this time, and waved his hand, ready to continue playing.
"I really don't. Please let me go. I will listen to whatever you say in the future." The middle-aged man was frightened by Downton's unreasonable behavior. He knelt on the ground with a plop. He could sneak into the building manager.
He relies on his tactful style of dealing with things, and there is really nothing he can do when meeting someone like Downton.
"I hate liars who say one thing and do another."
Downton looked down at the middle-aged man. As if he was about to hit him, he quickly saved his head. Tears and snot ran down his face as he begged for mercy.
"Let's go!" Downton left.
The middle-aged man just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a demonic command.
"Break his leg."
"No!" The middle-aged man's cry did not help. A dozen miners who had been bullied by him rushed in, held him down and beat him violently.
Listening to the miserable howling behind him, Downton frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Give me the grimoire." Downton stretched out his hand to Jackson.
"Master, this world abides by the law of the weak and the strong. You are too soft-hearted, and you will fall into this sooner or later." Jackson reminded.
"I don't need you to teach me." Downton glared at Jackson and opened the grimoire. He wanted to discuss it with Homer.
"These building captains are not good people. Why do you feel sorry for them? When they exploited ordinary miners, did they think about the weak?" Homer knew that Downton was still young and his world view had not yet been finalized, so sometimes he would be confused.
.
"Just give me a lesson. Am I going to be too harsh?"
"No, they are all overseers, and they will definitely spare no effort to deal with you under the order, so you have to deal with them in advance." Homer reminded, "Without the leader, their men will be in disarray.
would pose a threat."
Downton looked at the magic flame words on the page and sighed.
"Given your current situation, if you want to make people fear you and prevent them from provoking you, the most direct and effective way is to suppress with force. As long as you make them feel that the consequences of offending you are much higher than the benefits,
Even if they side with the overseers, they will obey your orders to attack you." Homer felt that Downton was already kind enough. If it were the previous master, he would have gone on a killing spree.
"You must show enough momentum to stand up to the Chief Superintendent's side in order to give your subordinates confidence and win more supporters from the wavering neutral party." Jackson persuaded, "Kindness and soft-heartedness cannot buy peace, only peace.
It will make your enemies think you are more weak and can be bullied."
A self-deprecating smile overflowed from the corner of Downton's mouth. He hadn't seen it as clearly as a ghoul. Yes, he was surrounded by enemies on all sides. If he was not careful, he would be killed and dumped in the mine. How could he be soft-hearted?
The mayor's son, the chief engineer, and the mercenaries with ulterior motives are all like greedy maned dogs, ready to pounce on Downton at any time to snatch the grimoire and battle axe. Even Dofink, if Downton's performance cannot be
If you satisfy him, he will discard it without hesitation.
"Which building does the overseers' most trusted cronies live in? Let's go there." Downton's mentality changed. If he died here, his sister would be sad. For her, he must live. (To be continued.