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　　 "Boom!"

Big Ross chewed a hard black bean in his mouth, swallowed it, and continued to say to his brother Little Ross and Tyrande: "Many people don’t understand the practice of Raymont. The Shambhala mine is not short-lived, and the connections and relationships are there. After leaving Shambhala and coming to Sharin, it is almost from scratch, and it is not wise to look at it.

　　 But I think this is exactly what Raymont is great for. The Shambhala mine is really good, because the construction has been started a long time ago, and the facilities are much better than the shalin. But for this reason, the relationship at the Shambhala mine is too complicated. There are too many people-there are many people below, and there are many people above, the relationship is set by the relationship, and the ability is next to the ability.

　　 Raymont is pretty good, but in the Shambhala mine, a lot of grabs like him are actually stronger than him, have good relationships, and there are many people. He had to get out of the Shambala mine for at least three years, bad luck, and maybe five years. He should have seen this clearly before choosing to come to Sarin.

　　 This place in Sharin is indeed broken, there is nothing, but it is certain that it is easy to get ahead. That's why he behaved so positively, just wanting the people above to see and make a good impression. Which day is lucky, it is possible to directly upgrade several levels. "

"That's it..." After listening to the words of Big Ross, Little Ross, who was his brother, nodded suddenly, picked a few black beans from the dish, and chewed them in his mouth. After thinking about it, he asked, "Hey, brother, you Say why don’t we show it well? This may give a good impression to the people above, and get out of it..."

"Snapped!"

　　 Little Ross did not finish his words, but was slapped on the head by Big Ross.

Big Rose gave a white glance and said angrily: "Drink your bar! Performance? Have we done it? Raymont is the worst, it is also a supervisor, and people still recognize words. And we are a hard worker, You have to ask someone for help in writing and reading, so how can you behave again? So, drink your wine honestly, sleep after sleep, work hard and work hard. What to show, what to do, and We don’t have a relationship, we really have, and we can’t catch it on our heads."

　　 Little Rose: "..."

After a while of silence, Little Ross was somewhat shocked and said with a little convincing lip: "Can't I learn to learn literacy? I don't think I'm stupid. If I study hard, I can definitely learn it, and I will be able to stand out by then!" "

　　 "That line, you will stop drinking from today." Daluosi said, "Eat the canteen every day, save the money to buy books and ask people to teach you how to read, so if you persist for three or two years, you should learn it."

　　 "Ah? So long?" Little Ross was surprised.

"A long time?" Big Rose disagreed, counting with his fingers, "This is still I think you are smarter than most people. You know, those rich young masters have been learning since they were seven or eight years old. I have been studying until my teens. In fact, if you study for three or two years, you can at most recognize words and read letters, and you can’t really write letters. Because of what rhetoric you need to use, you have to do it again. It takes only a few years to learn."

　　 "It's so difficult?" Little Rose's face changed a few times, and he resolutely retreated. "Forget it, I still don't learn. Let's earn money honestly. I didn't expect to recognize a word. It's so troublesome."

"Huh, you only know." Big Rose's nostrils whispered, education, "So, you and I don't need to think about performance, but Tyrande is still a bit possible. After all, he recognizes words, and our letters are all let He read it."

　　 Tyrande heard it and quickly waved his hand: "I don't recognize many words, just read letters, look at tombstones and shop signs."

"That's better than us." Daluosi said, took the wine glass and made a toasting gesture, "So, please order this wine, dear Tyrande! You are a big man in the future, absolutely not There is no money for such a meal."

Tyrande's face was stiff and he smiled helplessly: "I knew that you guys pulled me to drink, it was definitely not a good thing... But okay, this time I invited, but this time this month, OK ?"

　　 "No problem." Big Rose said briskly, and he touched the glass with Tyrande and drank the beer quickly.

　　 took a drink, put down the glass, and wiped the corner of his mouth, what Big Rose saw. Squeezing his eyes into the corner of the side, he said, "Hey, you two haven't paid attention. The people over there are a little strange."

"who?"

　　 listened to the words of Big Rose, and Little Rose looked at Tyrande together. I saw a three-legged table in the corner, where I was sitting alone. There was nothing to drink, but I was holding a wooden cup and drinking without a sip.

　　 The man occasionally raised his head and glanced around, but there was no expression on his face. It looked like he had received some harm and lost the ability to change his expression. For short... facial paralysis.

　　 "That guy doesn't seem to be working with us, at least I haven't seen it, but looking at the soil on his clothes, he should also be busy on this construction site." Big Rose whispered.

　　 Tyrande blinked, thinking of a possibility, guessing out loud: "Hey, wouldn't it be the group of slaves who have been rumored?"

　　 There have been rumors among Tyrande's group that there are a group of people on the job site in addition to their miners from Shambala, locally hired laborers, and mysterious wizards.

　　The number of people in this group is sparse, only a hundred, and they are thin and thin, but they have a lot of strength~www.readwn.com~ can work hard for more than ten hours, and it is the most painful, tired and risky work.

　　 However, these people generally do not contact with outsiders. They spend most of their time alone, and occasionally meet with outsiders, and rarely communicate. The expression on their faces is lifeless. Some people guessed that these might be slave workers who never knew which small country bought them. Because it is a slave, it is thin, and because it is a slave, there are no complaints about working. Because of a slave, the expression on the numb face will not change.

　　 Tyrande felt that the person he saw now should be a member of the "slave".

　　 But the "slave" is not free, how come he came here to drink? And if you drink alcohol, you must pay for it-private property is allowed, it is definitely not a slave.

　　 Tyrande had learned something with his uncle for a few years and knew a little more than the rest, and was quite puzzled at this time.

　　In doubt, he saw the suspected slave's facial paralyzed man drink his own wine, put down his money, staggered up and walked over, preparing to walk to the door and leave here.

　　However, as he walked to the table, the male with facial paralysis flicked and his eyes widened slightly, and then with a "vomit", a large amount of vomitus was ejected from his mouth. Big Ross was the closest and became the main "attack" target, only to have a short exclamation, and was sprayed all over his body.

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