Hero’s Creed

At noon in the hot daylight, Downton walked on the stone road of the mine to the cafeteria. M.

Jackson wore a ‘Hundred Warriors’ lightly armored leather, followed behind, glowing green eyes traversing the human heads around him, pondering where to start his mouth, it would be better to bite.

"I really want to have a big meal!"

Jackson lamented that if it weren't Downton, it had already killed a lot. Although it was grateful that the owner took himself out of the dead underground city, it was a great regret that he could not enjoy the food.

"Take care of your mouth, if you let me know that you eat people, don't blame me for kicking you back to Porosna!" Downton reminded that the devil's wisdom is also a trouble.

Jackson had had enough space for war, and it was no different from being a prison, so he urged to come out to ventilate, even taking suicide as a threat.

Downton is not uncomfortable, just to go out with the ghoul, it is too dazzling.

"You have the title of paladin on your head. What are you afraid of? Say it is under your divine appeal and already knows that its sin is being confessed!" Homer felt Downton was too cautious and could not help educating, " If anyone does not believe, let him talk to Jackson about life."

"Jian Jie, I must teach them to be human." Jackson smiled strangely and couldn't help complaining. "The owner is too kind. He wants me to say, who dares to talk nonsense in front of you, just cut it with an axe and hit them. Never dare to stare at you again."

"Then give the body to you?" Downton sneered. "What's the matter with your laughter? Disgusting!"

"Don't it sound scary to laugh like this? I've read some novels because of boredom, and the big devil kings laughed like this." Jackson was amazed. "Oh, won't it look silly?"

"Stupid!" Downton nodded with Homer, one talking, one projecting text, "Wipe the saliva off the corner of your mouth."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm hungry." Jackson is pretending to be hard, and has to say that this guy doesn't have any self-esteem. It's not like an undead monster who will be promoted to the middle level.

With Jackson, there are actually some benefits, it can hold the magic book, while carrying a torn dragon tooth axe. Make Downton available to fight at any time.

Coupled with the rucksacks stuffed with supplies, in short, Jackson is a servant who is responsible for the load, and occasionally part-time guard.

Of course, Jackson also has a deterrent, a ghoul with wisdom and good combat effectiveness. It was enough for some young people to re-examine Downton and understand that it would cost him a lot to provoke him.

"To be honest, Jackson's appearance is not bad."

Homer, the aestheticist, rarely spoke good words for Jackson.

Although Jackson was a beginner, he was much more complete than the tattered ghouls, but it was still ugly, so Downton wrapped his body in white bandages. Only a pair of eyes and mouth are left, just like the mummy of Egypt. In such a dress, a straight figure and black light armor, it reveals a strange beauty.

"Really?" Jackson couldn't help himself, posing in a toned posture, and he kept busy asking. "Like a big star in a touring opera company?"

"Like a rotten dead body in a tomb!" Downton rolled his eyes. Fortunately, the low-level ghouls with good strength did not smell, otherwise he would never take this goods with him.

"Even the dead body is the most beautiful dead body." Jackson narcissistically murmured.

At lunchtime, a lot of people crowded in front of the cafeteria, but waited for Downton to enter. The miners immediately gave way, even if they didn't know him, they were pulled by nearby people and pulled to the side.

Getze squeezed in the middle. Seeing the crowd separate, when Downton walked by, they either bowed their heads or lost their smiles, which made him envious of them. It was important to know that the two people were still in the same position a few days ago.

"Great foreman!"

A dozen or so celebrities who had been waiting nearby saw Downton and immediately squeezed over, then pushed away the miners who were not long-eyed, so that the foreman could be unimpeded.

As soon as I stepped into the hall of the canteen, a scent of food drifted over. The voices were noisy, and the miners who were bitter and tired were only at this time to have a short break.

Despite complaining about the bad food, they still gobble up and eat cleanly.

"Great foreman, I'll help you cook." A middle-aged miner found a dedicated opportunity and walked next to Jackson. "Where is the plate?"

"No, you go to eat, I stand in line." Downton is not used to being served, he is essentially a kind boy.

In the special area of ​​the hall, the supervisors in black uniforms and the mine tyrants gathered together, and since Downton entered, he has been hostile to him.

"next!"

The chef yelled to let the miners move faster. They took a spoon and scooped the potato broth into the rice bowl. Then they put two slap-sized breads and three slices of bacon. The whole process was clean and neat.

If you are familiar with the chef, you can occasionally take an extra loaf of bread or a spoonful of potato soup. Even if you see these, no one dares to complain in person, because you offend the chef, and prepare to be hungry in the next few days.

Downton's turn, he stood in front of the counter and passed the plate.

"next!"

The chef glanced down at Downton, then he lowered his eyelids.

Downton stunned.

"The next one, if you don't hear it, get out of it if you don't want to eat it." The chef knocked hard with a spoon on the iron bucket holding the food and made a thumping noise.

"You're looking for death, this is our Downton Foreman!" The followers who dare to cross over to Downton to have dinner, and after seeing this scene, he was blown away and screamed.

"I care who you are, here is the cafeteria, you have to obey the rules when you come here to eat." The chef roared louder, and Tumo Xingzi was splashed into the broth.

He had already been instructed to do something difficult for Downton to make him understand that a foreman in a dagger mine couldn't even count fart.

"Haha, the foreman who can't eat, is really a shame."

"Come, come and eat, I have chicken legs!"

A jaw with a pointed jaw grabbed the chicken legs in the dinner plate and shook it before throwing it at Downton's feet. They were all prisoners and were found by the supervisor to clean up Downton.

"Have you eaten yet? Hurry up. The next one!" the chef yelled, but he found out that there was a long queue of more than three hundred people, but none of them dared to come over and cook.

"Let's cook!" Downton said lightly, without retrieving the plate. He still remembered Homer's words, don't be special. Only by eating with the miners will they get their approval.

The chef knew that once Downton had been cooked, he would have succeeded in his job and must have been dismissed, but was staring at so many people. Especially mixed with a pair of green glowing eyes, it made him feel great pressure.

"It's done, the next one!"

The chef scooped a small half spoon of broth, grabbed a loaf of bread with his dark, greasy hands, rubbed it on the greasy trousers, and put it on the dinner plate.

Downton ignored the laughs of the supervisors and glanced at the dinner plate. Increased the volume, "Add food, fill me up."

"A spoonful at most, even if you are a foreman, there is no exception." The chef complained, but he didn't dare to violate Downton's words after all.

The attitude of ordinary miners makes this old fritters feel. He might have a big trouble, but soon he became proud.

"I'm so witty." The chef is so zealous that he thinks he has good on-the-spot resilience. It is also a punishment to let Downton eat dirty things. He is wondering if he wants to ask the chef for help, and a dinner plate will fly. come.

boom. The chef leaned back, and the hot potato broth poured on his face and poured into his neck, making him cry out in pain.

The riots here. It also attracted all eyes in the whole hall.

Downton wanted to add food in order to smash the chef. He supported the counter with his right hand, flipped inside, grabbed the greasy chef's hair, and pulled it towards the wall.

"Don't!" Looking at the dark black wall approaching quickly, the chef struggled, but to no avail, his head hit him hard.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

Downton grabbed the chef's hair and used his face as a walnut, patting it on the wall.

The bones of the bridge of the nose shattered, blood flowed out like a tap that opened the gate, half of the teeth of the mouth also fell, and the mouth was swollen.

"Please, don't fight again." The chef cried, and the screams made the whole hall quiet.

A group of sweaty kobolds came in and saw this scene, stunned, and then confirmed Downton's back, the leading guys exchanged glances.

"Do you know what to do?" Downton stopped, holding the chef's head and pulling it in front of him.

"Got it. Got it." The chef's entire face was deformed, and the blood stained his chest red.

"If you know it, don't go cooking!" Downton left the chef and stood back in front of the team.

Ordinary miners in the hall looked at the **** walls and glanced at the unlucky chef. They suddenly cheered. They had long wanted to beat these chefs who deprived them of food. Downton’s move really took a sip for them. Nasty.

The chef endured the severe pain and cooked the meal, holding ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with his hands and respectfully handing it to Downton.

"Great foreman, your meal!"

The chef used even honorifics, and the plate was full of bacon, even the potato broth, which was the thickest.

"The back miners' meals are all given in this amount. If you can't make it, you can go home." Downton took it and walked to the table.

"Long live foreman!"

Hearing Downton’s words, the chef’s expression hardened, but the miners cheered louder. There was never a foreman who offended the head chef for these lowly workers.

"Bah, boy, you're so arrogant!" The mine tyrant with a pointed jaw led a group of people to Downton. After a dry cough, a thick spit spit on the plate. "Aren't you going to add a meal?" Come on, everyone will give him extra meals."

The words of the mining tyrant hadn't come down yet. Downton supported the dinner plate with his right hand, and a sudden violent burst poured into his face. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (an) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please visit an.) 9