Hey, King!

2021-09-21

Chapter 266 Chapter 266 Dagon Part-time job
"Toban, eat this deer, you have to help I'll do one thing."

Toban glanced at the deer leg in his hand, froze for two seconds, then lowered his head and took a big bite. His mouth was stuffed with flesh, part of it drooping over his beard, and he stuffed it with three fingers while waving the deer shank with the other hand, saying vaguely but firmly: "You can say it, I'm sure Do it!"

"I'm going to be missing for a while, but I don't actually go far, just work in the camp below." Dagon said in a low voice: "Don't come to me, just go out on the waves. Going hunting, wandering around the Barbarian Race villages."

"The camp below? Then I don't have to worry about your safety." Toban covered his mouth with his deer leg, his head close to Dagon's , asked: "Did you find something? There are Barbarian Race eyeliners in the people working down there?"

Eh? Did Toban think so? That would save some words. Dagon lightly un'ed, and then said: "You can take it as my intuition. There is no evidence at present, and the probability is not large, but you know that I am a person who can be stable and don't make messes, then I will definitely You worked hard."

"Would you like me to send you an escort?"

Dagon shook his head and said, "No. It's more convenient for me to be alone. If something happens, I will I'll definitely come back to you; if it's all right, you'll treat me as playing outside."

"Okay!" Toban nodded, said: "You have this plan, you must have your own reasons, I don't have many. I've asked. Just be safe, I won't say anything else."

Dagon raised his glass and touched Toban. After the party, he returned to the house and began to prepare. He takes off his inner armor, wears only coarse clothes, and loosens his beard and hair, changing the way they are braided. The fine gold beard rings were also removed, and the beard rings representing the Academy's identity received the same treatment. The material of the beard ring is too conspicuous. He used alchemy to add a layer of paint to make it look like silver with a lot of impurities, and the impurities are slightly rusted. In Jiangu city, some very poor people will use this level beard ring, Dagon remembers it fresh, so it looks like a decent imitation.

Tooth and eyes need to be dealt with. Fortunately, when he was young, he could not get enough to eat, and he did not pay much attention to his life. He did not have the bright white teeth like Hammerdom. Dagon checked in the mirror, and apart from being strong, there were probably no obvious flaws. After thinking about it, he tore a piece of cloth from the bed sheet and wrapped himself in a one-eyed person, which made him look more ferocious, which was more suitable for his body shape.

There is a new Jiangu clansman on the second day of the camp. His body is strong, and the only eyes left are staring at people, but when he looks towards the guards and "gentlemen", he dodges, and he doesn't look like a good person. He inquired and found the foreman of the camp, a white-haired Jiangu old man who was always smiling, with five or six snuff bottles hanging from his belt. .

"Old man!" Dagon slapped his hands and walked over, humming and blushing ashamed of his vulgar words. He quickly rubbed his face with one hand, as if he had nowhere to put that hand without doing so. "I heard you have to work on assignments."

"Where are you from? What's your name?"

"My name is Thor Olison, and you are You may have heard the name 'Yuye Street Tu'." Dagon hummed and laughed twice, he felt that he was acting quite alike, but in the ears of the old man, the laughter was full of serenity.

"Did you commit a crime? Was punished to do hard labor?"

"You have two eyes, but you're not as good as me. How do you see me committing a crime? If I commit a crime, I will Don't I have to be escorted?" Dagon snorted, said: "I just owe money, not a crime, there's a big difference here! Come on, what kind of job is there with a lot of people and quick money? I have the strength. "

"When digging tunnels, there are never too many people, and you can make money quickly. How many stones and soil you dig every day, we will give you money by weighing. You can do it if you have the strength." old man said: "But I'll tell you a few things first..."

No matter how much money you earn, you have to hand over 20%, so you can have a place to live and two meals a day; don't bully others People are not allowed to steal other people's work progress to make money for themselves. Once found out, it is the crime of beheading;

"Thor..."

Dagon shook his head, curled his tongue and corrected, "It's Thor, not Thor."

"Not at all. The difference!" The old man restrained his smile, frowned and said, "I don't know where you came from, but it's different here. If you dare to make trouble, there's nowhere to run. It's surrounded by wild countryside, and you're about to get off. Heavy snow. If you dare to run, you will only be food for the wolves, or go to the ogre's grill, it makes no difference."

"The wolves dare to mess with me? It will only be eaten by me. Dagon rubbed his nose, ignoring the old man's white eyes, and followed the direction he pointed to the mine.

In order to paralyze the enemy, the Fang fortress withdrew all the troops and blocked the tunnels before the attack of the pioneer city, and now they must all be dug up again. Relying on building a good relationship with the Dogtooth Fortress, of course, the elves were also used as the banner, and the tunnel from Chiling to the Dogtooth Fortress was listed as a priority to be completed.

But other tunnels are all re-penetrated, and there is no tunnel under Chiling, it is completely newly dug. Even if every Jiangu clansman is a good miner, the workload is not small. Sixty-eight miners and artisans are now fighting in shifts at the construction site, trying to open a total of 20 kilometers of tunnels to connect with the old tunnel network. They were divided into eight groups, and a total of eight shafts were dug downwards, and then they went down from the shafts and dug to both sides at the same time.

Now there are sixty-nine people. Dagon came here to report, and he had a simple choice in front of him: a good hoe, a normal hoe, or no hoe. A good hoe with a good basket requires Dagon to pay two Silver Coins; ordinary tools require five coppers. The only free way is to pick up just one box and leave the rest empty-handed.

"Work hard, I'll have a hoe tomorrow."

"I heard there are gold hoes." Dagon asked with a smile, rubbing his hands together.

"Adamant gold? Brass has never been seen before! Don't talk nonsense, you pay the money or take a basket empty-handed, go down from the No. 8 well, watch the directional pole dig, not only have no money, but also I'll deduct your money! Go down, go down!"

Dagon frowned slightly as he looked at the thirty or so unused hoes next to him. These tools are all from Toban, which he acquired in Canine Fortress ahead of time, just for this project. They are obviously idle and useless, and they have become tools for the people below to make money.

The three words, means of production, production tools, and labor, have never been so clear and direct in Dagon's eyes as they are today. They are so clear and direct that they pierce his heart. Dagon will never forget the meaning of these three words, which are far more basic and closer to reality than the concepts of craftsman, warrior, farmer, knight, etc.

"Bring me a good set of tools, I still have five Silver Coins." Dagon is here to work, not self-abuse. Dig by hand, that's definitely a joke, but he's sure someone must have started this way. "I make money, but I don't start from such a place, it's black, it's very black!"

"If you don't charge money, where will the money for the wear and tear of the equipment come from? It will be deducted from the money you earn every day?" The overseer said: "Okay, there is no elf tax here, so you can have fun! More than half of the money you earn will go to your pockets, and if you do well, you will have meat to eat. Just yesterday, the master even rewarded venison. You can eat a lot, and you can only drink soup. You look very strong, work more, you know!"

Dagon scratched his head, he should be grabbing himself the deer? The miner nurse handed in five Silver Coins, took a pair of good tools, went down from the No. 8 mine as instructed, and started the day's work.

He did the most unskilled work: hammering hard on the stone wall, lifting the stone out, digging the soil, framing it, pulling it up on pulleys, weighing it, and taking the money. The tunnel was only a little higher than him, and it was impossible to swing a pickaxe standing up, and it was impossible to do so. There are thousands of stones here, and if the latte hits the stone, the tool will soon break.

Experienced miners can judge the movement of the stone, find a place to start, dig out the soil, loosen the obstacle, and then start. Dagon is more convenient, he used the dragon sense to probe, he knew what the situation was in front of him, and naturally he would not go in the wrong direction.

His workload is good, but also not the best of the bunch, which fits a brute force image. He regularly helped other people in a silo and quickly gained some word of mouth. Everyone felt that his fierceness was fake, just a disguise to live alone.

A surname of "Olison" explained his background, and the occasional scaly chest showed the reason, so the origin of "Tor Olison" became clear to everyone. no doubt. They accepted Dagon into the camp, worked together, ate, slept, and talked with him almost every day.

Dagon rarely commented. He was a patient listener, with the occasional goofiness, the occasional sense of humor, and the occasional quirk of the lord. Everyone doesn't think he's daring, they all think he's just a tough mouth, but in fact he's more cowardly than anyone else.

This impression became Dagon's best protective color. He worked, listened, and observed, thinking about the whole process of work and how social production was going. How materials flow, how wealth is created, and how is it distributed. While he didn't have time to learn spells, martial skills, or whatever else the Academy taught, it was through this time that he really experienced labor for the first time, the real labor beyond hunting and fighting.

It's just that I haven't seen Dagon for nearly two months. Everyone misses him more and more and becomes more and more anxious.

(end of this chapter)