Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

"Boom!"

Big Rose chewed a hard black bean in his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and continued to say to his brother Little Rose and Tyrande unaffected: "Many people don't understand Raymond's approach. The Shambhala Mine has been working for a long time, and the contacts and relationships are there. Leaving Shambhala and coming to Sarin, it is almost unwise to start from scratch.

But I think that's where Raymond excels. The Shambhala Mine is really good, because construction started a long time ago, and the facilities are much better than Shalin. But it is precisely for this reason that the relationship at the Shambhala Mine is too complicated. There are too many people—there are too many people at the bottom, and there are also many people at the top. Relationship within relationship, ability next to ability, it is very difficult to be promoted.

Raymond is quite good, but in the Shambhala Mine, there are a lot of people like him. In fact, there are many people who are more capable and better connected than him. It would take at least three years for him to survive in the Shambhala Mine. If he was unlucky, maybe five years. He should have seen this clearly before choosing to come to Sarin.

The place of Shalin is indeed dilapidated, and there is nothing, but it is certain that it is easy to get out. That's why he behaved so actively, just to let the people above see it and make a good impression. In this way, if one day is lucky, it is possible to directly upgrade several levels. "

"That's it..." After listening to Big Rose's words, Little Rose nodded suddenly, picked up a few black beans from the plate, put them in his mouth and chewed them, and asked after thinking, "Hey, brother, what are you doing?" Say why don't we also perform well? This way, maybe we can make a good impression on the people above, and we can get ahead..."

"Snapped!"

Before Little Rose finished speaking, Big Rose slapped him on the head.

Big Rose rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Drink your bar! Performance? Can we perform well? No matter how bad Raymond is, he is also a supervisor, and he can read. We are just coolies working, You have to ask someone to help you write and read letters, so how can you behave? So, drink your wine honestly, sleep after drinking, and work hard. Performance, opportunities, and It doesn’t matter to us, it really does, and we can’t catch it if it falls on our heads.”

Little Rose: "..."

After a while of silence, Little Rose was a little bit shocked, and curled his lips in disbelief: "Can't I learn to read? I don't think I'm stupid. If you study hard, you will definitely be able to learn, and you will be able to stand out when the time comes! "

"That's fine. From today onwards, you will quit drinking." Big Rose said, "Eat the cafeteria every day, buy books with the money you saved, and ask someone to teach you how to read. If you persist like this for three or two years, you should learn."

"Huh? So long?!" Little Rose was surprised.

"How long?" Big Rose disagreed, counting with his fingers, "I still think you are smarter than most people. You know, those rich young men started studying at the age of seven or eight. I have been studying until I was a teenager. In fact, if you study for three or two years, at most you can only recognize characters and read letters, and you can’t even write letters. It takes a few years to learn."

"So difficult?" Little Rose's face changed a few times, and he retreated decisively, "Forget it, I'd better stop studying and earn money honestly. I didn't expect that it would be so troublesome to recognize a word."

"Hmph, you just know." Big Ross made a sound through his nostrils and taught, "So, you and I don't have to think about showing off.

However, Tyrande still has some possibility. After all, he can read and write, and we let him read all our letters. "

After hearing this, Tyrande quickly waved his hands: "I don't know many words, I just read letters, look at tombstones and shop signs."

"That's better than us." Big Rose said, holding up his wine glass, and made a gesture of toasting, "So, you can invite this toast, dear Tyrande! You are a big shot in the future, absolutely not There is no money for such a drink."

Tyrande's face froze, and he smiled helplessly: "I knew it, it's definitely not a good thing for you to pull me to drink... But that's okay, I'll invite you this time, but this is the only time this month, okay? ?”

"No problem." Big Rose said cheerfully, clinked glasses with Tyrande, and drank beer quickly.

After taking a drink, put down the glass, and wiped the corner of his mouth, Big Rose saw something. Winking in one corner, he said, "Hey, are you two paying attention, the people over there are a bit strange."

"who?"

After hearing Big Rose's words, Little Rose and Tyrande looked together. I saw that in the corner, beside a three-legged table, there was a single person sitting alone, without any appetizers, just holding a wooden cup, drinking one sip after another.

The man occasionally raised his head and looked around, but there was no expression on his face. He looked as if he had been hurt and lost the ability to change his expression, referred to as...facial paralysis.

"That guy doesn't look like someone working with us, at least I haven't seen it, but judging from the dirt on his clothes, he should be working on this construction site too." Big Rose muttered softly.

Tyrande blinked, thought of a possibility, and guessed: "Hey, it can't be the group of slaves that have been rumored all along?"

Among the people in Tyrande, there have always been rumors that besides the miners from Shambhala, local hired laborers and mysterious wizards, there is another group of people on the construction site.

This group of people is rare, only a hundred or so, and they are thin and weak, but they are strong. He is hard-working and can work for more than ten hours in a row, and it is the hardest, most tiring and risky work.

However, these people generally do not have contact with outsiders, and spend most of their time alone. They occasionally meet with outsiders, and they hardly communicate with each other. The expressions on their faces are lifeless. Some people speculate that these may be slave workers bought from an unknown small country. Because he is a slave, he is thin and thin; because he is a slave, he works without complaining; because he is a slave, his emotions are numb and his face does not change.

Tyrande felt that the person he saw now should be one of the "slaves".

But don't "slaves" have no freedom? How could they come here to drink? And if you drink, you must pay for the wine-private property is allowed, and it is definitely not a slave.

Tyrande had studied with his uncle for several years, and knew a little more than the rest, so he was quite puzzled at this time.

In doubt, he saw that the man with facial paralysis who was suspected of being a slave drank his own wine, put down the money for the drink, got up staggeringly and walked over, ready to walk towards the door and leave here.

However, when he walked near the table, the man with facial paralysis swayed, his eyes widened slightly, and then there was a "vomit", and a large amount of vomit sprayed out of his mouth. Big Rose was the closest and became the main "attack" target. He only had time to let out a short scream before being sprayed all over his body.

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