Early the next morning, Prell climbed up from the cave and thought about it all night. He reluctantly realized that if he wanted to find a bright future for the kobold tribe, the biggest enemy was first of all the risk represented by Gresu.
The investment company arranges power in the Valley of the Wind.
He knew very well that his compatriots did not have enough resistance consciousness and ability. It would be quite difficult for him to fight against a large company and monopoly group around the world by himself.
While waiting in line to receive today's breakfast, a group of jackals suddenly broke in, led by a goblin. He looked at Prell, as if to confirm his identity, and then said loudly: "Preel, boss
Want to see you!"
Prell snorted coldly: "Who is your boss?" The goblin said arrogantly: "Of course it is the respected Mr. Gresu. Hurry up and don't wait any longer!" Prell raised his head and looked at the people gathered around him.
Jackals, under his gaze, those jackals turned their faces aside.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the other kobolds, Prell followed the goblin who disgusted him, followed by the jackals who acted in a fake and powerful manner, and walked towards Gresu's small office building.
As soon as he entered Gresu's office, Prell became even more contemptuous. Behind Gresu's large desk, stood two fully armed human warriors. On a chair near the window, sat a human mage holding a staff.
, wearing a cloak, whose face could not be seen clearly. And in the corner of the room, stood a group of sturdy jackals.
The goblin who "escorted" Prell immediately stood at the desk and said loudly: "Sir, as you ordered, I have brought the kobold!"
Someone sneered, and Prell didn't react at all. He just stood in the middle of the room. He looked at Gresu silently without saying a word.
The awkward atmosphere was quickly broken by Gresu, who held a cigar in his mouth and said with a laugh: "Ah ha, great hero of the kobolds, you came back to the mine last night, why didn't you say welcome?
Come home, it seems you had a good time hiking!"
Prell sighed inwardly. He was a little disappointed with his compatriots. It was obvious that Gresu had already "incited rebellion" among the kobolds in the mine, and these informants had reported his whereabouts to the goblins.
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"Thanks to you, I'm doing well." Prell returned. Gresu raised his feet on the chair and put them on the table. Due to his height, this action made him look a little funny.
"You must have heard something. You see, not only the Gale Mine, but also the entire Gale Valley, everything is so smooth and perfect under my leadership. For your tribe, although I have revised the contract content,
But everything is in accordance with the standards of the company headquarters. I treat you kobolds no worse than Gazruin!" He took a good puff of the cigarette and then spit it out.
Prell was so angry that he almost laughed. He finally knew that there is no lower limit to the shamelessness of intelligent races. Gresu clearly treats the kobolds as coolies and hard workers, but he speaks in high-sounding words. Look at his expression and listen to his tone.
, as sincerely as if everything he said was true.
"Although you have challenged my authority before, I don't care. I, Gresu, am a generous goblin, and I like capable people. You are a rare strong person among kobolds, and I like you very much.
I am willing to offer you a job. You can still continue to lead your kobold guard, but you will become the deputy director of the mine and assist me in participating in the management of the mine. Are you willing to accept it?"
The action of crossing his legs made Gresu feel very uncomfortable, so he put his legs down, reached out and flicked the ashes in the ashtray.
Prell noticed that the two human warriors behind Gresu had put their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists. One of them had his left hand back, ready to take off the shield behind him at any time.
The mysterious mage by the window holds the staff in his left hand, and puts the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand together quietly on his chest. Obviously, if Prell refuses, he will immediately launch an offensive spell.
The group of gnolls in the corner of the room made some big noises. One of the leading strong men directly drew out his flail and glared at Prell with bared teeth.
After looking at it with his observation eyes, Prell estimated the combat effectiveness of both the enemy and ourselves, and decisively chose to compromise. He pretended to be very interested: "Deputy director? That sounds good, so what will be my treatment?"
Gresu laughed: "Three gold coins per month, and also enjoys other better benefits, such as..." He kept talking, but Prell was not listening at all.
Even though the wages and benefits of other goblin administrators have been kept secret from the kobolds since the Gazruin era, Prell could guess that with only 3 gold coins per month, Gresu regarded him as a fool.
Perhaps compared to other ordinary kobold miners, 3 gold coins is indeed a lot, but it is absolutely impossible for a deputy director to have only such a small amount of money.
When Gresu finished talking about the various details of the treatment, Prell pretended to think for a long time, and then solemnly said: "This is my honor, but I still have to think about it and consider whether I have enough energy to take on this important task."
.Can you give me a moment, Mr. Gresu?"
Gresu burst out laughing and took a puff of cigar smoke. Covered by the swirling white smoke, his eyes were full of disdain and pride: "Okay, I won't give you any time limit until you think about it.
, my office door is open for you at any time."
"Then, can I leave? Mr. Gresu?"
"Please!"
Seeing Prell leave the office, the human mage who covered his face with a cloak said disdainfully: "This kobold is just perfunctory with you, Mr. Gresu."
Gresu laughed: "We goblins are not so easy to deceive. This kobold is the first one who dares to challenge my authority, Gresu. He can't play any tricks. There are our people in the kobold elders.
This cowardly and cowardly race cannot make any big waves."
He said in a flattering tone: "If you guys had followed me last time, I would have killed this hateful kobold long ago. But to think that this kobold can actually use the Holy Light, you have to know the rights of your human kingdom.
Paladins are all adults.
Things, those gentlemen of the Silver Hand have always set their sights higher than the sky. Haha, if they know that there is a guy who can also use the Holy Light working under me, and he is also a despicable kobold, I really want to see them
What’s that expression? Haha!”
His words made the two human warriors behind him a little unhappy, but thinking that this was the boss who paid them wages, the two human warriors finally fell silent.
Prell returned to the cave where he rested and saw that Belga had left breakfast for him. He smiled and ate hungrily.
The only privilege for the two of them is that at least they don't have to go deep into the mine to dig. A jackal guard saw Prell sitting outside the mine, strolled over, and suddenly whispered: "Go to Mine No. 7."
Dong, someone wants to see you!"
Prell gave him a confused look, then continued to close his eyes and meditate. After a while, he stood up and walked unsteadily into the mine.
The so-called "Mine No. 7" does not mean that the Gale Wind Mine has 7 consecutive caves. The inside of the mine extends like a spider web, and the kobolds rely on their sense of smell for minerals to dig twists and turns inside the entire mine.
fold.
Prell inquired about the so-called "Mine No. 7", and then drilled into a forked hole with a candle on his head. Unlike Belga, he didn't like lighting candles at all when he was fighting side by side with the tauren.
Under his influence, Berga didn't seem to value candles so much anymore.
Then he squinted his eyes and saw the person waiting in the cave. The green-skinned goblin Fizzix waved his hand, and the two goblins quietly stood guard outside the cave entrance.
Fitzkus raised his head and looked at the dark cave wall and said: "This is the first place where gold veins were discovered when Mr. Gazruin was here. But unfortunately, those broken veins have already
Mining is complete.”
Prell did not answer, he just looked at the other party warily. Fitzkus continued: "Originally, I thought that after Mr. Gazruin left, I could continue to treat the kobolds according to his policies. But it is a pity.
The greedy shareholders of the company were deceived by Gresu, and I am now a mine supervisor in name only."
He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Prell, when you took action, I saw you with my own eyes, and saw Mr. Capelan naming and blessing you. You are indeed an extraordinary kobold, Holy Light.
Those who are favored by others are always extraordinary."
Prell was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he asked: "So, what do you want from me?" Fezquez shrugged: "I want to get back everything that belongs to me, from Gresu, to get him back."
Stealing everything that was mine. I thought maybe we could join forces."
Prell laughed: "I'm just a weakling. I think you have found the wrong person. Moreover," he paused and said playfully: "Gresu promised me a mine.
I think the position of deputy director is pretty good."
Fitzkus shook his head: "I am talking to you sincerely, and I hope that neither of us will treat the other as a fool. Prell, I know that you love your tribe and hope that they can work and live with dignity. From then on.
In a sense, our goals are the same."
He took two steps back and forth: "Maybe you didn't realize it, but in fact many kobolds regard you as their savior. Do you know what they once called you? 'King of Candles'! My requirements are not harsh.
, as long as you unite your compatriots who support you, and I contact other people to get support from the company's shareholders, then I can get back a little bit of my power, and the fate of you and your tribe will be improved.