chapter 16 Rioters

The sun had just risen over the trees, and the fat man had already finished his breakfast and strolled into the coolie camp. This was the first time he had been to such a place in the few days since he took over Sellersburg. After taking over Xuehu's territory, Fatty also took over more than a hundred of Xuehu's mining coolies.

Slaves exist more or less openly or covertly in every country on the continent. The highest-level slaves include stunning elf women, outstanding warriors, etc., while the lower ones include various skilled craftsmen. Coolies are the most humble of all slaves. They often have no skills and can only do the most dangerous, hard and dirty work. The criteria for grading various slaves is simple and direct: the ability to create value for the master.

As befitting the status of the coolies, the coolie camps were usually the dirtiest and shabbiest areas in the area. Coolie work is for life, and the mark of coolie work will be stamped on your face. Escape is not a good way out for coolies. According to mainland custom, after an escaped coolie is caught, he belongs to the captor, and the original owner has the right to redeem him with reasonable money. Except for a few of the redeemed coolies, the original owners often used extremely cruel methods to execute them in front of other coolies as a warning to others. But even so, large-scale escapes of coolies still occurred from time to time, and sporadic escapes were countless.

In the year 650 of the Holy Calendar, the coolies broke out in the largest riot in mainland history. The number of coolies in the riot reached 700,000, and they even overthrew the king of a small principality. However, the coolies who lost control not only killed all the nobles, but also killed all the clergy of the Holy Church in that principality. At that time, Pope Paul VII came forward to summon a total of 100,000 troops from the 12-nation coalition, and sent 5,000 Templars, led by Augustus, the youngest paladin in the church, to suppress these abandoned people of God.

When a sheep encounters a lion armed to the teeth, numbers and will are meaningless, let alone a group of lions. In July of that year, Augustus led the Templar Knights in six battles and six victories, leaving no soldiers behind in each battle. By the end of the month, 700,000 rebellious coolies had been slaughtered, which was known as Red July in history. Augustus has since been nicknamed the "Blood Angel".

Roger, who had just stepped into the coolie camp, had not finished turning over the coolie information he had obtained from the "General History of the Continent" in his mind, but a strange smell almost knocked him to the ground. The fat man looked around and glared. The coolie camp was full of low and dilapidated shacks, which made people wonder whether they were the dens of wild beasts. They were more decent than these. Sewage of various colors flowed everywhere in the camp, and the strange smell came from here.

At this time, the coolies in the camp had all gotten up and were lining up, waiting to have breakfast. There was a huge iron pot in the middle of the camp, filled with something like grey-green porridge. A tall, muscular overseer was handing out spoonfuls of "porridge" to the coolies. Roger frowned and stepped forward, almost knocked down by the smell of the "porridge" again. The fat man resisted and walked to the pot, took the spoon from the overseer, scooped up a spoon and looked at it carefully. There were unknown leaves piled in the gray-green soup, and it was obvious that they had not been cut at all. The "porridge" was sticky, and a bubble turned up, bringing out a cooked meat worm. The fat man's breakfast was squirming crazily in his stomach. He quickly moved his eyes away from the spoonful of porridge, only to see a group of coolies staring at this "meaty" thing with bright eyes, their throats rolling up and down uncontrollably.

Roger looked extremely ugly. He stared at the supervisor who was sharing the food and asked, "Who is responsible for preparing food for these coolies here?"

The supervisor immediately felt something was wrong: "Sir, I am responsible."

"Are you doing everything from buying food to cooking?" "Yes, sir."

"Damn! I spend ten gold coins every month just to let you make these things that even pigs won't eat? Tell me! How many gold coins did you steal from me?"Roger kicked the overseer down with a flying kick. On the ground, still unable to understand his hatred, he rushed forward and continued to kick his body violently. Several supervisors who were watching nearby rushed up and pulled Roger away.

The beaten supervisor got up, wiped the blood from his face, and showed a fierce scoundrel look: "Lord, your supervisor Nila only gave me four gold coins every month. You If you want to look for it, you have to look for him first. Besides," he looked around viciously, and all the coolies caught by his gaze shrank back, "It's just these pigs! It's already a lot for me to feed them with half a gold coin a month. You have a conscience!”

Roger was so angry that he was shaking all over. He glanced at the two supervisors who were still holding his arms. The two men quickly let go of their hands and stood aside. The fat man composed himself: "It seems that you two have a good relationship. I'm beating someone on my own territory, but you still dare to stop me, hehe, hehe."

The beaten supervisor ignored Roger's threat and said: "Sir, I am the son of Ian, the mayor of Le Mans Town. You can call me Cadel. These people are all from our town. You also know that there are not many people around Sellersburg. If you drive away a few of us, you will never find other people to work for you. You can't bring people from Lille or Falborg. Do you want to do such rough work? Besides, why bother dirtying your hands for these meanest pigs? Just leave it to us. Well, from now on, you only need to pay 6 gold coins for these pigs every month,"

Each of these supervisors obviously followed the lead of the Cadel. Roger was silent for a while and sighed: "That's it. But the output in the mine is insufficient now. If you feed them such things, how can they have the strength to work?"

Cadel laughed and said, "Don't worry and leave this place to me. I guarantee that they will work like boars. When Xuehu was here, he relied on me."

The lingering sound of Cadel's laughter was replaced by a muffled groan, and then his square face turned purple, and he slowly fell down with his hands covering his crotch. After the huge body fell down, a sinisterly smiling Roger appeared behind him. The fat man was very satisfied with the effect of lifting his vaginal legs, and he was also quite proud of his body skills. That life and death battle really helped Roger a lot. Now, isn't it possible to deal with such an ancient Cadel who knows nothing about martial arts and magic?

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the other supervisors seemed to be rushing towards them. Roger snorted coldly and said, "If you guys think your life is too long, you might as well give it a try. What's the use of nobles killing a lot of people in their own territory?" The big deal is, if you beat me, a noble, the whole family may be exiled!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Roger cursed himself, what place of exile could be more desolate than this one?

The supervisors looked at each other and gathered around them. The fat man calmly stepped on Cadel's ankle, exerting his secret strength, and with a "click" sound, the bones were crushed to pieces. Amidst the screams of the Cadel like a pig being slaughtered, all the supervisors turned pale with fright. Roger picked up Cadel again and pressed his face onto the cauldron that was still on the blazing fire. A burst of smoke appeared, and Cadel fainted just after he screamed twice. Roger threw the Cadel in front of all the supervisors. At this moment, half of his face was burnt black and bloody.

After experiencing the bloody killings a few days ago, Roger was no longer indifferent to such scenes. The supervisors, however, looked pale and trembling. Roger pointed at one of the little men who was shaking the most, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. "You will be the leader here from tomorrow. I will still give you ten gold coins every month. You have to feed these coolies to me to be as strong as cattle! As for this waste,"Roger kicked the Cadel to the overseers. In front of him, he said coldly: "Fuck grandma, don't you think all coolies are pigs? Tomorrow you will work with the pigs! Brand him for me!"

An overseer next to him said cautiously: "Sir, he is the son of Mayor Ian. If you do this, the people in the town may be dissatisfied with you."Roger chuckled and kept staring at him. The supervisor was sweating profusely and kept nodding and bowing.

"Do as I say! If any of you is unhappy, just take his place! Aren't you colluding to give me a blow? You want to speak loudly first and then slowly bargain, right? Damn it, again If you make me unhappy, you will all go to the coolie camp tomorrow!"Roger said this, turned around and left the coolie camp, hating him all the way, "Ian, you old guy, you haven't had time to settle the accounts for what happened last time, your son How dare you hinder me from making money, let’s wait and see!”

Night fell in Sellersburg, and the stars twinkled in the cold wind. In late autumn, the night in the mountains was already very desolate. Occasionally, one or two unknown autumn insects chirped, but they only brought greater desolation to the night scene. People in the mountains were already curled up in warm quilts, rolling over freely while imagining the people still running around on the road, and suddenly felt the warmth of the quilts. The men and women in the mountainous countryside began to engage in primitive entertainment. The simple and violent movements tested the quality of bed furniture, destroyed the comfort homes of countless insects and ants, and also made the rats who came out for a walk uneasy.

A black shadow flickered out of Sellersburg. A gust of cold wind passed, and the black shadow trembled more and more, cursing in a lowered voice. He unintentionally became a reference standard, setting off the happiness of countless people hiding under the covers. The shadow's public spirit did not bring him any good luck. When he hurriedly embarked on the road to Le Mans Town, three trail-shearing thieves jumped out. Heiying was shocked. He had never expected that there would be such a dedicated thief in this remote rural area. With one against three, the black shadow had little chance of winning. Just when he was about to offer him the money to buy the way, a thief came up from behind and knocked him unconscious with a sap. Then the three people neatly stuffed the shadow into a sack and carried it back to Sellersburg.

The shadow had a strange dream, dreaming of swimming in the cold winter. Naturally, I woke up quickly after having this dream, and woke up from the cold. He looked down and saw that his body was dripping wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Looking up again, there was a thin man with a sinister look in front of him, holding an empty bucket in his hand. He suddenly sobered up a lot, and then he saw clearly that there were several chairs in the room, with the young nobles sitting on them. There were some mercenaries standing around, and you could tell from their faces that they were extremely sinister and cruel. At this moment, everyone seemed to be staring at me with evil intentions. Cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, and the back of his head began to hurt sharply again.

"Our respectable Mr. Foreman, you are so worthy of the salary we paid you. You have to run around and work so late at night."Luns said in a strange tone. Anyone who is pulled out of bed so late will have a bad temper.

"Mr. Foreman, what's his name? Ah, Mr. Toffler! You see, your name is really good, and maybe you have some noble blood."Folan also spoke, "I would be honored. I want to ask you, is there anything important you have to do when you go out so late? Of course, you can also choose to talk later, so that we will be less bored this evening."

Toffler watched in fear as the mercenaries were skillfully playing with various torture instruments, and the charcoal basin was lit. He shouted loudly: "I want to go back to my home in the town to see, my wife is sick!" No one paid attention to his shout. The nobles were still criticizing his figure, and the dedicated mercenaries were doing their final work. inspection work.

The knowledge involved in this torture is profound and vast. Whipping, burning, and burning are only inferior, but attacking the heart is superior. The origins of the Dragon and Beauty mercenary group are complicated. There are many soldiers, bandits, villains, and hooligans, and many of them are old mercenaries. In the 1970s, there was often a thin line between mercenaries and bandits. There were many who entered the city as mercenaries and those who left the city as bandits. Therefore, there are many experts in torture among Dragon and Beauty. Although they cannot be called masters in using this method of torture, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

When the mercenaries heard that Roger was going to torture prisoners tonight, they enthusiastically signed up. The noble scum made a careful selection and selected six people to go into battle tonight. These people are indeed amazing. Before they even take action, just some arrangements have already made Toffler sweat dripping down. "I'm telling the truth! Let me go! What are you going to do?"

Folan walked up, but his handsome face looked so ferocious in Toffler's eyes. "You are very cooperative, otherwise wouldn't all our preparations have been in vain? The night is still long."

Toffler said anxiously: "Wait! Wait a minute! I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!"

"Shut up!!" The mercenaries in the room shouted.

"You have to wait until you have been tortured for a while. Then you look a bit like a man, hehe."Roger peeled a banana and threw it in his mouth.

A bearded mercenary began to come over and untie Toffler's belt. The respectable Mr. Overseer howled like a pig: "I said! I am going to report to Ian and ask him to lead all the townspeople to rescue the Cadel, and then go to the royal capital to ask for orders to file a complaint!"

Several nobles looked at each other. Luns said gloomily: "Do you think we are children? Do you want to drive us away just like that? Tell me, how many people do Snow Fox still have in Le Mans Town?"

Toffler shuddered: "What, what snow fox?"

"It seems that things won't be so peaceful tonight!" "Yes, yes."

In the presence of the boss, the mercenaries are all in high spirits and want to show off their skills. The six mercenaries started busy around Toffler. As soon as a cold iron wire touched his flesh, the respectable overseer immediately let out an earth-shattering scream. It really made people wonder how such a loud sound came from his thin body. The mercenary carrying the wire was so frightened that his hands trembled and the wire fell to the ground. Seeing an opportunity that would never come back, Toffler immediately confessed all the information he knew about Snow Fox with the volume of a dragon's roar and the speed of a shrew's curse, which naturally included the part about a certain big shot in Le Mans Town.

At the critical moment of life and death, Mr. Overseer's survival instinct and mind have become increasingly sharp, which can be called wise. He immediately discovered what the nobles were interested in, so he automatically repeated the list of Snow Fox, and added all kinds of scandals about that big shot. He was really sinister, vicious, treacherous, lazy, greedy, slippery, eating, drinking and whoring. Gambling, cheating, stealing, everything, everything. The clerk on the side remembers that he was beaming and waving his pen as fast as flying; while the scums shook their heads and felt relaxed and happy.

Finally, Mr. Toffler's accusation came to an end, and everyone felt that the fun was not over yet. The clerk came to Toffler with a thick stack of records. He immediately signed his name without looking at it. The clerk showed it to several nobles, who laughed sinisterly at it. They praised Toffler for being a talented person and it was really unfair for him to be the overseer. Toffler had just escaped from danger and Chad praised him so much. He couldn't help but feel surprised and felt that this place was heaven on earth.

After looking at it, Roger shook his head and said to himself: "Where did the chaos come from? It is true that the government forced the people to rebel, and the people had no choice but to rebel. Old man, it seems you are still poisonous."

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