There was a deck chair on the balcony, and Walnut's goblin pet lay on it, enjoying the warm afternoon sunshine and squinting his eyes in comfort.
In the past few days, Abagong has lived quite comfortably. He no longer sleeps on the street, is no longer precarious, and even does not need to be beaten after dinner. He feels that the daily life of a king is nothing more than this.
"It would be better if there was a glass of wine." Abagong smacked his lips, picked up the cup filled with boiled water and took a sip.
In his heart, Abagong admires the aristocratic style. His goal in life is to become a lord who can eat and wait for death every day. Unfortunately, it backfires.
Before meeting Hutao, he was a hard-working bandit carrying a rusty hatchet who couldn't defeat even a lone traveling businessman. After that, he became a pet. Well, this was actually an excuse for Abagon to masturbate. Its identity
, is Hutao's slave. The likes and dislikes of his living situation completely depend on whether the little master is happy or not.
Although being hung up and beaten is a common occurrence, Abagong has never thought of escaping. With his strength, which is not even a magic user, he cannot survive in the bandit world. The poor can only chew grass roots and eat tree bark.
Might as well follow Hu Tao.
Although she was hungry and full, Xiao Hutao was very kind-hearted. As long as she had something to eat, Abagong would not starve to death.
"Let's go out on patrol, and we can extort some copper coins." Abagon couldn't sleep, so he sat up, and then decided to use Downton's reputation to swindle money.
I have to say that the young man Hu Tao knows is very powerful. Although he is just a civilian, he has a very high status in the Dagger Mine. Almost all the miners are afraid of him, and there are many people who fawn over him, just for the guy who secretly sends money.
, Abagong has seen no less than five hundred people in the past few days.
"I don't know how he climbed up?" Abagong said with emotion. He walked into the corridor, then raised his chest, raised his head, and raised his chin high.
Goblins are an insulting term in the eyes of humans. Their status is completely on the same level as maggots. However, when they saw a goblin walking in the dormitory building, the miners did not curse or roll their eyes. There was nothing they could do.
Let him be Downton's slave.
"Hey, pull over, you're blocking Uncle Abagong's way." Abagong was still far away, shouting at the miner opposite and staring at him.
The miner quickly avoided it, which greatly satisfied Abagon's vanity and raised his chin higher. Then at the top of the stairs, he was knocked to the ground by a figure.
"Who is it? Don't you have eyes when you walk?" The goblin covered his head, jumped up, pulled out a rusty dagger from his arms, and kept making stabbing movements, bluffing.
"Uh, I'm sorry." The kobold Tongya had just finished his apology when he saw it was a goblin. He immediately regretted it and ignored it. He cautiously looked into the corridor.
Racial discrimination is everywhere in the Western Continent. Elves look down on humans, humans look down on orcs, and orcs look down on kobolds. Jackals and other orcs are not even considered a race.
Of course, among these orcs, kobolds feel superior and look down on goblins, while goblins also feel they are superior and despise other orcs.
"What do you mean?" Abagon was angry and wanted to stab the damn kobold in front of him, but he felt that if he did so, Downton would definitely break his arm.
"Excuse me, which room does Downton's overseer live in?" Tongya ignored Abagon and asked the passing miners with a humble smile.
"Huh? What are you doing with my master?" Abagong crossed his arms and became proud.
"Are you really the slave of Downton's overseer?" Tongya said with disbelief on his face, "Don't lie to me, what use can a useless goblin do?"
"You are a waste. Believe it or not, I will stab you to death with a dagger?" Abagon was angry, but as a green-skinned goblin, no matter how red his face was, it was almost invisible.
"Then tell me which dormitory Downton lives in? I believe it." Tongya is still a bit witty, but it's a pity that he ran into Abagong.
"702!" Abagong deliberately reported the dormitory number where the foreman lived, and then leaned against the wall, waiting to watch the show.
Sure enough, five minutes later, Tongya who knocked on the door was pressed down and beaten severely by a group of people.
"Humph, now you know how powerful I am, right?" Abagong was very proud, feeling that his IQ was simply too powerful.
Tongya was not willing to suffer such a loss. He wiped the blood from his mouth, got up and started fighting with Abagong.
"What are you doing?" Downton came up the stairs with Hutao and saw them. He couldn't help but be shocked, "Stop it."
Seeing Downton coming, the two guys were startled and quickly stopped.
Abagong trotted, and when he was still five meters away from the walnut, he suddenly knelt down on the floor, and then glided in front of his little master.
"Master, you have to make the decision for me. This damn kobold looks down on your loyal slave." The unlucky goblin lowered his head and kissed Walnut's boots.
"Go away, you can't even beat an underage kobold, are you planning to embarrass me?" Hutao kicked Abagong on the shoulder, and then walked towards Tongya.
Although he was beaten, Abagong was very happy, because he knew that Hutao was extremely defensive and would definitely give the kobold a good beating.
"Why are you guys fighting?" Downton pulled Hu Tao and asked her to calm down.
"I, I'm here to ask for your help." Tongya stuttered for a long time and finally said a complete sentence.
"Do you think it's possible?" Abagon sneered, "Why should Lord Downton help you?"
"Please save my friend? As long as she is cured, I can do anything you ask me to do!" Tongya roared at the top of his lungs.
The treatment room in the mine is controlled by Ram's people. They don't want to waste medicine and time when dealing with low-status kobolds. Whether they are sick or injured, they are usually left to fend for themselves. If they can't survive, then they will die.
Already.
Tongya's good friend was seriously injured by a falling rock while mining. He knelt in front of the treatment room for a whole day, but failed to get the doctor to treat his friend. He was also robbed and took away the medical fees.
Seeing that his friend would not survive, Tongya, who was desperate, thought of the young man he met in the cafeteria that day. He helped him and let him go when he committed the assassination.
"So you came to me?" Downton waved his hand, looked at the bruised kobold, and released a divine wind on it.
A white halo appeared on the head of the kobold, and then the healing breeze blew, and the wounds on its body were healed visibly.
"Please!" Tongya knelt at Downton's feet and kissed his military boots, "As long as you save her, my life will be yours."
"Why do you want your life? Are you skinning it to make insoles?" Abagong was jealous, and it also wanted to be treated.
"Let's go, take me to see the injured." Downton glared at Abagon, "I'm very busy these days, don't cause any trouble for me."
At eight o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow, the Dark Fighting Tournament officially opened. As a direct descendant of Dofink and the chief enemy of Superintendent Ram, Downton has been so busy with trivial matters in recent days that he has almost no time to eat.
Not to mention practicing.
In the past few days, more than 400 nobles have arrived, and the number is still increasing, all to watch the dark fighting match.
This is an event organized by the Duke of the West. The contestants are all kinds of prisoners serving in the mines, as well as magic users who want to get ahead, or mercenaries and black boxers who want to make a lot of money.
There are no restrictions on the rules of the competition. You can win by severely injuring or killing your opponent. Players who are promoted to the top 12 will not only be exempted from all penalties for their crimes, but also receive generous bonuses, so prisoners in the mine flock to it.
Gladiatorial matches, operas, and high-class banquets are indispensable entertainment activities in the lives of nobles. For the nobles of the Western Region, the red rock fighting arena in Dagger Mine is a bloody, cruel, and wailing event.
A midsummer carnival not to be missed.
Any event will be linked to gambling, and mining events are no exception.
It's Downton's job to list this year's contestants, print the sheets, odds, and then distribute them to the nobles and miners.
Fortunately, Downton had worked as a postman before. After the first half-day of busyness, he got used to the job and could issue orders in an orderly manner.
Of course, Homer was partly responsible for this, but Dofink didn't know it. Seeing how neatly everything was organized by Downton, he was shocked and once again raised his evaluation of Downton.
Privately, Dofink also complained to his wife that if Downton wasn't too young, he would have promoted him to be an assistant. If he didn't catch such a talent, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
A maid heard these comments and said them inadvertently, causing the servants to look at Downton now, full of envy and flattery. However, there were exceptions. The loyal servant felt that his status was threatened, so every time he faced
Downton, all cold words.
"Look, that carriage is so luxurious. It's actually inlaid with gold rims." On the way to the kobold dormitory, Abagon saw a carriage pulled by eight horses and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
Hutao immediately kicked the goblin.
Downton turned his head and saw that the curtains of the carriage were lowered. It seemed that someone was peeking at him just now.
"Is he the Downton who doesn't know the heights of the world?" Doshaf opened a gap in the silk curtain with his index finger and looked at Downton, "He has a very keen sense."
"Yes!" Ram sat next to him cautiously, glanced at Downton, and then lowered his head. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he kept wiping it with a handkerchief.
Ram felt even more stressed every time he faced Doshav, especially after seeing the scene the night before, he became even more frightened.
Ram went to Doshaf's manor to report on the recent situation in the mine. Unexpectedly, he accidentally glanced and saw an ogre in a cloak getting on a carriage and leaving. Although it was just a glance, Ram was sure that it was the notorious one.
The gangster Tyson.
"My lord, what are you planning to do? Is it to destroy the entire mine?" Ram felt that he had lost Doshaf's trust and was abandoned, but after getting on this boat, he could no longer get off.