Light and Darkness - Pitt Michael (mobi reader .TXT) 📗

　　 This is an era of paranoia.

Just after the sun jumped from the forest tip, the fat man had finished his breakfast and walked into the coolie camp. This was the first time he had come to this place in the few days since he entered Selesburg. After receiving the snow fox's territory, the fat man incidentally received more than one hundred mining efforts of the snow fox.
　　 All countries on the continent will have slaves more or less or light or dark. The highest-ranking slaves include the fabulous elven women, outstanding warriors, etc., followed by a variety of skilled craftsmen. Coolie is the humblest of all slaves, often unskilled, and can only do the most dangerous, tiring, and dirty work. The grading standard among the various slaves is simple and direct: the level of the master's ability to create value.

　　 adapts to the status of coolie, coolie camps are usually the dirtiest and decrepit areas in the area. The coolie is lifelong, and the face will be branded with the coolie. Escape is not a good way out for the coolie. In mainland China, when the coolie is escaped, it belongs to the capturer, and the original owner has the power to redeem it with reasonable money. Except for a few, the redeemed coolies are often executed by the original owner in the face of other bruises by extremely cruel means, especially for the sake of vainness. But even so, large-scale escapes of coolies still occur from time to time, and sporadic escapes are countless.

　　 In the 650th year of the holy calendar, the coolies broke out the largest riot in the history of the mainland. The number of coolies reached 700,000, and even overthrew the king of a small principality. However, in addition to killing all the nobles, the out-of-control coolies also killed all the clergy of the Holy Church in that principality. At that time, Pope Paul VII came to call a total of 100,000 troops in 12 countries, and sent 5,000 Templars, led by the youngest paladin Augustus of the church, to suppress the deserted people of these gods.

　　When a sheep meets a lion armed with teeth, the number and will are meaningless, not to mention a group of lions. In July of that year, Augustus led the Templars in six battles and six victories, and did not leave any soldiers in each battle. By the end of the month, they had slaughtered 700,000 uprisings, known as the Red July. Augustus has been nicknamed "Blood Angel" since then.

　　Roger, who had just stepped into the coolie camp, could not finish the coolie data obtained from "The General History of the Continent", and a strange smell almost hit him to the ground. The fat man looked around and glared. The coolie camp is full of low and crumbled shacks, and it is even doubtful whether the beast's dens will be more decent than this. Sewage of various colors flows around the camp, and the strange smell is emitted from here.

　　 At this time, the coolies in the camp had all got up and were standing in line to wait for breakfast. There was a huge iron pan in the middle of the camp, full of gray-green porridge. A tall and fat supervisor is assigning a spoonful of "porridge" to the coolie. Rogge stepped forward with frowns, and was almost overwhelmed by the smell of "porridge" again. The fat man resisted walking to the pot and took the spoon from the supervisor. He scooped up a spoonful and looked carefully. The gray-green broth was piled with unknown leaves, and it could be seen that it had never been cut. "Porridge" was sticky, a bubble turned up, and brought out a cooked meat bug. The fat man wriggled frantically in his stomach for breakfast, and quickly moved his eyes away from the spoonful of porridge, but he saw a group of coolies staring at this "meat" with two eyes, rolling up and down uncontrollably.

　　 Rogge looked extremely ugly, and the supervisor who was staring at the meal asked: "Who is responsible for preparing these for the coolies here?"

　　 Supervisor felt uncomfortable when he was on board: "I am responsible for returning to Master."

　　 "Is it you from buying food to cooking?" "Yes, adult."

"Damn! I spend ten gold coins every month, just to make you do things that these pigs don't eat? Say! How many gold coins did you greedy me for?" Roger flew, kicking the supervisor down On the ground, he didn't even hate, rushed up and continued to kick at his body. Several supervisors who were on the sidelines were busy coming up to drive Rogera away.

The beaten supervisor climbed up and wiped the blood on his face, revealing a fierce, rogue look: "Master Lord, your supervisor Nila only gave me four gold coins every month. You You have to find him first if you want to find it. Besides," he looked around fiercely, and the bruise that was caught by his eyes shrank away. "Just these pigs! I'm willing to feed them half a gold coin a month. Have a conscience!"

　　 Roger was only trembling with anger, and he stared at the two supervisors who were still holding his arm. The two men let go of their hands and stood aside. The fat man settled his mind: "It seems that the relationship between you is good. I started beating people on my own territory, but I dare to stop, hehe, hehe."

The beaten supervisor ignored the threat of Rogge and said, "My Excellency, I am the son of Ian, the mayor of Le Mans. You can call me Guta. These people are all from our town. You also know that there are not many people around this town of Sellersburg. After driving away a few of us, you will never find other people to work for you. It is not always possible to bring people from Lille or Valborg Do this kind of rough work? Besides, why did you dirty your hands for these humblest pigs? Just leave it to us. So, in the future, you only have to pay 6 gold coins for these pigs every month,"

　　These supervisors one by one obviously only look at the head of Guta. Roger silenced for a moment and sighed: "Then this is the case. But now there is not enough output in the mine. How can you work hard if you give them something like this."

　　Gutahaha smiled and said, "You can rest assured that you can hand it over to me. I promise that they will work like boars. When Xuehu was here, they all depended on me."

　　 The sound of Gu Ta’s laughter was over, and was replaced by a mumble. Then a square face rose to purple, and his hand fell slowly while covering his hips. After the huge body fell, there was a smile on the back of Roger. The fat man is very satisfied with the effect of lifting his yin legs and is quite complacent about his body. That life and death battle really helped Roger. Now dealing with such an ancient pagoda that knows nothing about martial arts and magic, isn't it easy to handle?

Several other supervisors saw the situation was not good, quite a meaning of swarming, Roger sneered, said: "If you are too long to live, you may wish to try. What is the nobility to kill someone in their own territory Big deal, if you beat me, a nobleman, the whole family would be exiled!" As soon as he spoke, Roger scolded himself. What other exiled place is more desolate than here?

　　 The supervisors looked at each other, and they turned around. The fat man kept quiet, stepped on Guta's ankle, and transported his dark energy. In the sound of "click", he crushed the bone. In the horrible scream of Guta, the supervisors were shocked. Rogge picked up the ancient pagoda again, and pressed his face against the cauldron still raging in flames. A burst of light smoke rose, and the ancient pagoda fainted after just two calls. Rogge threw Guta in front of the supervisors, and at the moment half of his face was black and bloody.

　　 experienced a flesh-and-blood killing a few days ago, and Roger was indifferent to such a scene. The supervisors were pale and shivering. Roger pointed at one of the most trembling little men and scared him to sit on the floor. "You, this is the beginning of tomorrow, and I will still give you ten gold coins every month. You have to feed these coolies like cattle! As for this waste," Roger kicked Guta to the supervisors. In front of him, he said coldly: "Fuck his grandma, don't you think that the coolies are all pigs? You will work with the pigs tomorrow! Brand him on me!"

A supervisor on the edge said carefully: "Master, he is the son of Mayor Ian. If you do this, the people in the town may be dissatisfied with the adults." Roger smiled and stared at him, that The supervisor was sweating and nodding.

"Do what I said! If you are not happy, just replace him! You are not colluding, do you want to give me a ride, do you want to open the lion first and then slowly bargain, damn, then I’m not happy, I’m going to the coolie camp tomorrow!” Roger threw a sentence and turned out of the coolie camp. He hated all the way. “Ian, you old thing, the last thing hasn’t been settled yet, your son. Dare to prevent Lao Tzu from making money, let's just wait and see!"

　　The night fell in Sellersburg, and a little star flickered in the cold wind. In late autumn, the night in the mountains was already desolate. Occasionally one or two unknown autumn insects tweeted, but only brought deeper desolation to the night scene. The people in the mountains were already huddled in the warm blanket, rolling freehandly, while imagining the people still running on the road, they immediately felt the blanket warm. The men and women in the mountain village started the original entertainment, and the simple and violent movements tested the quality of the bed assistant, destroyed the comfortable nest of countless insects and ants, and also made the rats walking out of the bend uncomfortable.

　　 A black shadow flickered out of Sellersburg. A cold wind passed, and the shadows became more and more trembling. He lowered his voice and cursed. He inadvertently became a reference standard, setting off the happiness of countless people hiding in the bed. Shadow's public morality did not bring him any good luck. When he hurriedly set foot on the road to Le Mans town, three cut-out thieves jumped out. Black Shadow was taken aback, who had never expected this backcountry to have such dedicated thieves. Black Shadow looked at one enemy and three opponents. The odds of winning were small. When he was about to pay for the road, a hairy thief came up from behind and stunned him with a sap. Then the three men squeezed the shadow into the sack and carried it back to Selesburg.

　　Black Shadow had a strange dream, dreaming that nine cold winters were