A strange world

Chapter 1297 Chapter 219. Whoever they help wins

The first snow in the Broken Mountains is falling harder and harder.

However, the two people outside the mine are professionals and are not afraid of the wind and snow.

"You said you were a gangster before?" Captain Ren was a little curious.

Apart from the northern accent, he didn't see any street temperament in Little Small.

Regardless of his meticulous thoughts or calm judgment, he is more like a commander - Captain Ren even sees the shadow of the former Paladin instructor in him.

"It's surprising, isn't it? To be honest, I'm more surprised than you... At that time, I didn't have any merit at all. I was still running for survival. I was so thin that my ribs could be seen. No one would be able to find me if I was thrown into a crowd."

"But you're a professional."

"I was just an ordinary person at that time. Lord Annan rewarded me with a bottle of mountain essence after the battle."

"No wonder."

No wonder he found that Xiao Mokong had the physique of a warrior, but lacked the corresponding strength. Trainee knights who have been trained for several months can defeat him head-on.

So, Little Small actually came to this position from a commoner?

Captain Ren couldn't help but remain silent when he thought of this.

At this time, there were some noises in the mine, and Little Smoke gradually heard it. At the same time, he stared for a moment, and the unknown man walked out of it with a long shadow.

"Captain, the vice-captain asked me to tell you that it's solved."

"So fast?"

"If your Oscuras mercenary group can't clean up the mines that don't even have elites, it's better to go and help the nobles find cats and clean up the kobolds' commission as soon as possible." The nameless man hugged his shoulders.

"Let's go in." Little Small walked in first.

Although he is a professional, his body is still numb from the cold after standing in the wind and snow for a long time.

After entering the mine for a while, he calmed down and saw the stewards and guards squatting on the ground. Other than that, they were all his own people.

They moved so quickly that they didn't even wake up the miners inside.

Vice Captain Skeeter brought the steward to Little Small and said, "I ask, you answer, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand..." The housekeeper nodded hurriedly, looking frightened.

Anyone who is suddenly rushed in the face by several masters will do this. If he doesn't pee his pants, he is considered brave.

"Is there any other exit from this mine?"

"There are two more..."

"Let your people lead the way." Little Small asked the free people to put on the guards' leather armor and go to guard the two exits.

"How many masters are there in Meishan now?"

"Two...three! No, two!"

"How many are there?"

The steward forced out an ugly smile as if he was crying: "I'm just a small steward and I have no chance to meet those three adults."

"Will they come to the mine?"

"No, they never came!"

"Who is the secret whistle responsible for reporting information to the outside world?"

"without……"

"Think about it before you answer. I'll only say it once." Little Small said calmly.

"I said! I said... he is a secret whistler!" The steward quickly pointed to a young man who had his leather armor removed and was squatting on the ground.

"Osalan Henson, how dare you—"

The ranger who quietly appeared behind Dark Whistle easily knocked him unconscious.

"Luo Fei, please help pry open his mouth." Little Small didn't pay too much attention to him and continued to ask the secret whistle: "How many people are in this mine?"

"Eight... less than seven hundred people, probably..."

"are you sure?"

"Sir, my lord, the hard laborers are being sent here all the time, and they are dying all the time. We don't know exactly how many..."

“I don’t know how many people there are, how do you pay them?”

The manager hesitated and hesitated, but finally confessed under pressure: "No... no... the hard workers have to work sixteen hours a day, and most of them can't persist. For those who persist, we will find excuses to deduct and pay. A few silver coins to throw away."

Feeling that he was about to be swallowed up by the angry flames around him, the steward quickly shouted: "These are the requests of the three adults, and I don't dare to resist!"

"Whose pocket did their money end up in?"

The steward was speechless.

Not bothering to listen to the accomplice's excuse, Little Small continued to ask: "How many mines are there in total here?"

"There are three main mines and five branch mines being mined!"

Little Small said to everyone: "Get ready to take action."

"Are we going to mobilize the miners?" Deputy Captain Skeeter asked.

"No need, just take down all the mines in one go." Little Small changed his plan, "Master Annan said that they will help whoever wins."

"Whoever beats them..." Vice-captain Skeeter chewed on these words and led the team members and free people away.

Little Small's attention returned to the steward: "As for you..."

"I am willing to cooperate with you in doing anything! Don't kill me..." The steward collapsed on the ground and begged.

"Take our men, call all the miners together, and tell them that the man who saved them is back."

Adele's death was just a few months ago. According to the rate of human life consumption in the mine... there is a high probability that the peons knew about the execution in Golden City.

"Is he lying, or are you trying to win over him?" Captain Ren asked.

"He can't be killed yet."

Captain Ren quickly understood Little Small’s intention of doing this:

Chaotic footsteps sounded one after another from the depths of the mine. The hard workers, covered in darkness, wearing dirty rags, and with numb faces, came out.

They were still clutching pickaxes, and there were still two hours until the end of the day.

Looking at them, Little Small seemed to have remembered something, and sighed inaudibly: "You may be a little unfamiliar with us, but as long as you know, we are here to rescue you."

"Osalan Henson." Little Small looked at the steward standing in the corner.

"Just call me Henson." The steward's face was filled with a flattering and disgusting smile.

"Okay, tell me how you deducted their salary just now."

"this……"

"You don't even have the courage to speak out about the evil things you did. How can I believe that you really regret it?"

The manager had no choice but to bite the bullet and told them again how they were deducting wages and treating the hard workers as disposable garbage...

The hard workers turned their stiff eyes and fell on the steward, and blood gradually appeared.

"...Those peons who got their wages and left didn't really leave. As soon as they left, we snatched the money back and sent them into the slave mines..."

The steward couldn't say any more and looked at Little Small pleadingly.

Facing the steward's gaze, Little Small took a deep breath and shouted angrily with all his strength: "The pickaxes in your hands can not only knock rocks, but also the heads of those who exploit you!"

One of the peons suddenly seemed to have been pushed. As the first man rushed out, the peons who were angry because of the truth rushed out and smashed the screaming steward into minced meat. The minced meat could not be rotten anymore. .

This kind of bloody scene is just a small scene to Captain Ren, and his thoughts are more focused on the matter itself.

"Why are they mobilized again?"

Captain Ren asked, more seeking advice than questioning.

Little Small, who noticed this, did not skimp on knowledge: "Because I prefer another sentence said by Master Annan."

"Whoever they help wins."