Early the next morning, Hurley tried to break into Reggie's room, but was beaten violently by Tortosa. Hurley never expected that this seemingly beautiful and weak girl would have such amazing fighting power.
Reggie was woken up and looked at Hurley helplessly: "Young man, you are really full of energy."
Hurley handed the iron plate to Reggie: "Sir, please take a look and see if this is the perfect hole you want."
"Perfect..." Seeing the round hole on the iron plate, Reggie's sleepiness was completely driven away.
This round hole is indeed perfect, with a diameter of twelve millimeters, uniform thickness, smooth inner wall, and almost no flaws.
Reggie smiled: "How did you do it?"
"I thought about it all night, and finally thought of it," Hurley wiped away the blood on his face. He stretched out a middle finger and said to Reggie, "It's too difficult to attack the iron plate directly, so I decided
Change my spells and look at the changes in my fingers. Please take a closer look."
"Okay, let me see," Reggie nodded and said, "Can you... don't point your middle finger at me."
Hurley turned an angle, and after nearly half an hour of preparation, a flame appeared on his middle finger.
This was the strangest flame Reggie had ever seen. The flame took on a very standard cylindrical shape, with a diameter of ten millimeters and a length of two inches. It looked like a pillar of fire that had been materialized.
"The flame is slightly thinner than the round hole, just a little bit." Hurley picked up the iron plate and used all his strength to let the fire pillar pass through the iron plate. After ten minutes, a perfect round hole was burned out on the iron plate.
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"How did I do?" Hurley looked at Reggie expectantly.
"Very beautiful, Hurley, you did a great job!" Reggie stood up, picked up a piece of parchment, and wrote an appointment letter, "You got a job, you will be my weapon craftsman.
, you can get a salary of fifty silver coins every month.”
Fifty silver coins may not be considered much in Broken Snow City, but in other places, this is definitely an astonishing number.
But this young man doesn't seem to care much about the number of silver coins, he is more concerned about his professional name.
"Can you not call me a craftsman? I still like the title of engineer."
"Okay." Reggie agreed to Hurley's request. He modified the appointment letter and officially appointed Hurley as a weapons engineer.
"Have a good sleep, we will make new attempts tonight." After sending Hurley away, Reggie called Modesa: "Let the tower stop working for five days. I want to modify the design of the tower.
Give workers a holiday, cash their first month’s salary, and select this month’s monthly star.”
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At the construction site, Asharif, a Bayer native, is mixing cement mortar with a shovel. He has been working here for almost a month. Although he has never been whipped or abused, his daily work is still very heavy.
The supervisor here is named Justin, a fat man in his fifties. He speaks very rudely and looks very vicious. The one thing he says every day is: "It's too slow, it's too slow. Move faster."
!”
Asharif works really hard, because Justin once said that the hardest workers will get a holiday at the end of the month, allowing them to visit their families in Hanmaple Fortress.
But other workers did not believe what Justin said, and Asharif's fellow countryman Oleg was planning an escape.
During lunch, Oleg came to Asharif again.
"We are going to leave at dusk, have you thought about it?"
"Brother, I have seriously considered it, but if I escape, what will happen to my wife and children? They are still in Hanfeng Fortress! The soldiers there will kill them!"
"Do you think you can still see them? Do you think they will let you go to Hanfeng Fortress if you work hard every day?" Oleg whispered, "Don't be stupid, okay? We are slaves, we
Sooner or later you will die from exhaustion here, your wife may have become their plaything, and your child may have died long ago!"
Asharif held his mouth and his tears were about to flow.
"You're talking nonsense, I won't believe you!"
"Believe it or not, we must escape tonight. You know the rules for treating slaves. If we escape, even if you stay, they will not let you go. They will skin you alive and kill you again."
Hanging on the gravel, when that time comes, don't hate us!"
After listening to Oleg's words, Asharif was no longer in the mood to eat and stayed up until the afternoon. The supervisor Justin did not urge the work to start, but asked everyone to gather in front of the construction site.
There were ten orc laborers, one hundred and twenty Byers, and forty prisoners of war on the construction site. Asharif, who was standing in the team, was a little nervous. He didn’t know what was going on. A Beyer in front turned around and said
: "The big shot next to the lord is here, and he has something important to announce."
The big shot next to the lord? Asharif looked at the tall and thin Modesa, and could smell the murderous aura on him from afar.
What is he here for? What important thing is it? Has Oleg's plan been leaked?
Asharif's heart was in suspense. Although he did not participate in Oleg's actions, he could be considered an insider. If the matter was really exposed, he would definitely be implicated.
Standing next to Modessa was an orc peon. His name was Tonggu, and he was the foreman on this construction site. Modessa leaned down and asked, "Who is he?"
Tonggu glanced at everyone with his big eyes, and Asharif's legs were shaking because Tonggu's eyes stayed on him.
"That's him!" The bronze drum pointed at Asharif, and Asharif screamed: "No, it's not me, I have no idea at all!"
Oleg glared at Asharif and warned him not to talk nonsense. The desperate Asharif fell to the ground and was dragged to the front of the team by Justin.
"What's your name?" Modessa asked coldly.
Asharif could not answer Modesa's question. He was frightened and kept saying: "It's not me, I really don't know, I don't know anything."
The hard worker's bronze drum was ringing nearby and he said angrily: "His name is Asharif, he is the most capable here, and he is the star of the month!"
Asharif shook his head and said: "It's not me, it's really not me."
Modesa helped Asharif up and stuffed five silver coins into his hand.
"This is the reward given to you by the lord!"
"It's not me, it's not for me..." Asharif looked at the palm of his hand, and the shiny silver coins made his spirit return to normal, "Is this for me?"
"Do you want me to repeat it again?" Modesa smiled, "You are the best worker, and this is the reward given to you by the lord!"
Asharif felt as if he was dreaming. He picked up a silver coin and bit it hard. The pain from his teeth made him feel the quality of the silver coin.
The silver coins are real, all of this is real.
Asharif smiled and almost shed tears.
But others couldn't laugh. When the workers saw Asharif taking the silver coins, they already got into a quarrel. A Bayer man shouted: "Why don't we have any silver coins? We are also working very hard! Don't we get everything?"
Not enough?"
"Stop arguing!" Justin yelled, "Asharif is the best and deserves to be rewarded by the lord. Others can also get your reward, twenty copper coins per person per day, for a total of twenty
Come to me and get the money in three days!"
Justin moved a chair, opened the money bag and account books, and the Bayers rushed forward to collect their salaries.
Modesa said to Asharif: "Go and get your wages."
"Do I still have money to take?" Asharif looked at Modesa in surprise.
"Rewards and wages are two different things. Go quickly."
The prisoners of war looked at the Bayers with envy, and an officer stepped forward and said: "Isn't it time to select the star prisoners of war?"
Modesa shook his head and said: "There are no star prisoners of war, not today, and never in the future."
"Why?" The officer looked at Modesa angrily.
Before Modesa could answer, Tonggu shouted from the side: "Because you are not worthy! Look what you have done! Four people cannot lift two hundred pounds of sand, are you still considered men? Orcs who have just learned to walk are all
It works better than you!"
The officer shook his head and said: "This is not fair. We will never work for you again. We will never do anything for you again!"
"That's fine," Modesa said with a smile. "You are no longer needed here anyway. I will inform the lord, and maybe you will be sent to the gallows tomorrow."
The officer stepped back two steps: "Don't threaten us, don't you want the ransom?"
"I guess your king won't pay the ransom, and we don't have the patience to wait any longer."
Modessa ordered all the prisoners to be returned to the dungeon, and then sent another good news to the Byers.
"The lord has given you five days of leave. If you want to go to Hanfeng Fortress to visit your family, come to me and write down your name. Move quickly, the carriage will leave soon!"