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Chapter 1297 Chapter 219. Whoever they help will win
The first snow of the Broken Mountains is falling heavier and heavier.

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

"You said you were a gangster before?" Captain Ryan asked with some curiosity.

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

Whether in his careful thinking or calm judgment, he is more like a commander - Captain Ryan even sees the shadow of his former Paladin instructor in him.

"Surprised, right? To be honest, I'm more surprised than you... At that time, I didn't have any advantages. I was still struggling to survive. I was so thin that you could see my ribs. No one could find me in a crowd."

“But you’re a professional.”

"I was just an ordinary person at that time. The professional was given to me by Lord Annan as a reward after the battle."

"No wonder."

No wonder he found that Little Smokey had the physique of a warrior but lacked the corresponding strength. After several months of training, the apprentice knight could defeat him head-on.

So, Little Smoo actually rose to this position from a commoner?
Thinking of this, Captain Ryan fell silent.

At this time, some noises were heard in the mine, and little Smo heard them gradually. He stared for a moment, and then the nameless man walked out with a long shadow.

"Captain, the deputy captain asked me to tell you that it's been resolved."

"So fast?"

“If your Osculus Mercenary Group can’t even clean up a mine without elites, you’d better go and accept commissions to help the nobles find cats and clean up the kobolds.” The Nameless Man crossed his shoulders.

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

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

After walking some distance into the mine, he calmed down and saw the manager and guards squatting on the ground. Apart from them, they were all his own people.

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

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

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

Anyone would feel the same if several masters suddenly rushed into their faces. He was brave enough not to wet his pants.

"Is there any other exit from this mine?"

"There are two more..."

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

“How many masters are there in Coal Hill now?”

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

"How many are there?"

The steward forced out an ugly smile that looked like he was crying: "I am just a small steward. I don't have the chance to meet those three adults at all."

"Will they come to the mines?"

"No, they never came!"

"Who is the sentry responsible for reporting the news?"

"without……"

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

"I say! I say... he is a secret sentry!" The manager quickly pointed at a young man who had his leather armor stripped off and was squatting on the ground.

"Osalan Henson, how dare you--"

The ranger who quietly appeared behind the sentry knocked him out easily.

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

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

"Are you sure?"

“Sir, the hard laborers keep being sent here, and they keep dying, and we don’t know exactly how many…” “How do you pay them if we don’t know how many there are?”

The manager hesitated, but finally confessed under pressure: "No... no... the laborers have to work sixteen hours a day, and most of them can't stick to it. For those who stick to it, we find excuses to deduct and give them a few silver coins to send them off."

Feeling that he was about to be engulfed by the angry flames around him, the steward shouted hurriedly: "This is the request of the three adults, I dare not resist!"

“Whose pocket did their money go into?”

The steward was speechless.

Too lazy to listen to the accomplice's explanation, Little Smo continued to ask: "How many mines are there here?"

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

Little Smoo and the others said, "Let's get ready for action."

"Do you want to mobilize the miners?" asked Deputy Captain Skeeter.

"No need, just take over all the mines in one go." Little Smo changed the plan, "Lord Annan once said that they will help whoever wins."

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"Whoever beats them..." Deputy Captain Skeeter chewed on these words and led his team members and the free people away.

Little Simo turned his attention back to the steward: "As for you..."

"I am willing to cooperate with you in doing anything! Don't kill me..." The manager collapsed to the ground, begging bitterly.

"Take our people, gather all the miners, and tell them that the man who saved them has returned."

Adele's death happened just a few months ago. Judging from the rate at which the lives of the people in the mine were being lost, the laborers probably knew about the execution in the Golden City.

"Is he lying, or do you want to win him over too?" asked Captain Ryan.

"He can't be killed yet."

Captain Ryan soon understood what Little Smoo was doing:

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from deep in the mine, and laborers, dressed in black, dirty and tattered clothes, with numb faces, walked out.

They were still clutching their pickaxes, with two hours left before the end of the day's work.

Looking at them, Little Smo seemed to remember something and sighed imperceptibly: "You may be a little unfamiliar with us, but you just need to know that we are here to rescue you."

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

"You can just call me Henson." The steward had a disgusting flattering smile on his face.

"Well, tell me how you just deducted their wages."

"This……"

"You don't even have the courage to speak out about the evil things you've done. How can I believe that you're truly sorry?"

The manager had no choice but to bite the bullet and repeat how they deducted wages and treated the hard laborers as disposable garbage...

The laborers turned their stiff eyes and fixed them on the steward, and blood gradually appeared in their eyes.

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

The steward couldn't continue and looked at Little Simo pleadingly.

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

One of the laborers was suddenly pushed by someone. As the first person rushed out, the laborers who were angry about the truth followed and smashed the screaming steward into minced meat, minced meat that could not be rotten any more.

This bloody scene was just a small scene for Captain Ryan, and his thoughts were more focused on the incident itself.

“Why mobilize them again?”

Captain Ryan asked, with more of a seeking-for-advice mood than a questioning one.

Little Smooth, who noticed this, did not hesitate to share his knowledge: "Because I like another sentence Lord Annan said more."

“Whoever they help wins.”

(End of this chapter)