The deputy general manager recorded it on the roster and said: "Okay, you stand on the left, and someone will take you to the flower room. Next."
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Finally it was me. I stepped forward quickly and bowed: "Mr. Deputy General Manager, my name is Shiba, and I am applying to be a woodcutter in the woodshed."
The deputy general manager raised his head and saw my appearance, frowned deeply and said, "How did these guys manage to recruit such an ugly guy? Forget it, just be ugly. No one can see you anyway.
You will be more honest with me from now on and chop your firewood properly."
I quickly agreed: "Thank you, deputy manager, I have done my best work."
The deputy general manager made a gracious gesture and motioned for me to stand aside.
Finally, everyone was registered and taken back to their work places by people from various departments. Two cooks and I were taken away by a fat man. He took us to a big room and said: "This is the kitchen.
From now on, you will work here. That ugly guy, go to the kitchen in the backyard. There is an old man there and ask him to arrange your work."
I quickly agreed and ran to the backyard alone.
The yard is very big, and there are many people in it, some are washing vegetables, some are making meat, and they are very busy. There are a lot of firewood and firewood piled in the northeast corner, which should be there. I walked over
, I saw an old man with snow-white beard and hair sitting there chopping firewood.
I said respectfully: "Hello, husband."
The old man raised his head, glanced at me, and said, "What do you do? What's the matter?" His tone didn't sound like a woodcutter at all, and he had no sense of humility.
I said: "I was sent to help you chop wood."
The old man looked me up and down and said calmly: "Find a wooden pier and split it yourself. Remember, it needs to be split evenly to save those guys in the kitchen from being picky."
I nodded, found a wooden pillar from the side and sat down. The old man threw me a hatchet and pointed to the log beside me.
I took a log and put it in front of me, and lightly chopped it with a hatchet. The hatchet was embedded in it. I chopped hard and the log split into two halves. It's a pity that I can't use magic or fighting spirit to split it.
At the end of the day, I didn’t chop much firewood, but I was so tired that my back ached.
When it was time to eat in the evening, the old man didn't know where he got the food and gave me half of it. He said: "Eat, go to bed early, we will continue to chop tomorrow. Your current speed can't keep up with an old man like me. How can this be done?"
I picked up the food and asked, "How long have you been here."
The old man was stunned and said: "I forgot, it must have been thirty years."
I said in surprise: "You have been chopping firewood for thirty years, why don't you go out?"
The old man snorted and said, "What's the benefit of going out? Although it's a bit bitter here, life is very fulfilling. If you're tired from chopping firewood during the day, wouldn't it be good to sleep after eating enough at night? Ah! By the way, you can eat later.
"After that, he turned around and returned to the woodshed. After a while, he came out with a broken gourd. Seeing that the gourd seemed closer than anything else, he said: "This thing is hard to come by. Do you want some?"
I asked: "What is this?"
The old man smiled mysteriously and said: "Qiongjiangyuye."
It suddenly dawned on me that it was wine. I shook my hand and said, "I don't want it anymore. I chopped too little firewood during the day. After dinner, you can go rest and I'll chop some more."
The old man looked at me in surprise and said: "Although the young man looks ugly, he is quite hardworking. Then I, old man, are not welcome. Do you know why people are recruited here? I guess you have guessed it. I am old and have poor physical strength."
It’s not working anymore, and it’s almost no longer enough for the kitchen. I won’t be polite to you, and don’t be too tired, just chop it to almost the end. By the way, what’s your name?”
The old man's words warmed my heart and he said: "My name is Shiba, you can just call me that from now on."
The old man nodded and said, "Just call me Lao Chai. I have forgotten my name a long time ago."
I was startled and said: "How can that be done? You are already so old. Let's do this. I'll call you Uncle Chai."
Lao Chai took a sip of wine and said, "It's up to you. If you really don't want to drink some."
I smiled and shook my head.
Late at night, Lao Chai had already fallen asleep. I looked around and saw that there was no one around. I used my magic energy and waved it gently. Countless small light blades appeared, and gently divided a large amount of firewood into even small strips. I waved my hand.
, the firewood was piled aside. Unfortunately, they took away my Socrates Staff when I was captured. Now I probably can't even defeat a passenger ship.
After piling up the firewood, I went back to the woodshed and took a look at Lao Chai. He was already snoring loudly. I found a rag and wrapped it around my face, poured magical energy into my feet, and gently
It flew up to the eaves of the kitchen.
It was quiet all around. Because the palace was so big, I didn't dare to go far easily, so I walked around the kitchen about 100 meters away. The defense was very lax, and occasionally I could encounter a group of patrolling soldiers. I would
I secretly wrote down the terrain I walked through, returned to the woodshed, took out a pen and paper from my space bag, and drew the places I had written down.
After 10 days, I have basically figured out the situation of the palace. The Demon Palace is divided into two layers: the inner and outer layers. The outer layer is where we people stay. They serve the inner palace and surround the entire inner palace.
, I once tentatively entered the inner palace once. The guards were very tight. Even a slight movement by Xiaorou would attract the attention of the guards. Muzi and the Demon Emperor should both be inside.
I chopped Chai He thoughtfully, and Uncle Chai asked: "Eighteen, what are you thinking about?"
I woke up with a start and said, "Nothing."
Uncle Chai smiled slightly and didn't ask any more questions. This Uncle Chai always gave me a feeling that I couldn't see through. Although there was no fluctuation of magic energy in his body, I was still very careful because of the experience of many passenger ships. Every time I went out
Night detectives have to make sure that Uncle Chai is asleep before taking action.
The only thing that makes me happy is that my magic energy has recovered very quickly recently. Although there is no golden ball, the magic energy mainly composed of light elements is surprisingly mellow. The only golden ball is looming in my mind, and my whole body feels like
Full of power. It feels no worse than when I was at my best. Why the energy is denser when there are fewer golden balls is really incomprehensible. I don’t have time to think too much about this, because I
Even when I am restraining myself during practice, my body will emit a weak white light, so I choose to practice during the day. While repeating the action of chopping firewood, I secretly condense the light elements and continuously transform them in my body.
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