On the Seven Towers

Ji Yijun and Huang Zheng were both surprised because there were no Chinese with such appearance in the area. Perhaps because of the magic power, the hair color and eye color of the people here are different from those of other races on the earth. The difference is very obvious.

If Avalo is telling the truth, doesn’t that mean that the Chinese were involved in what happened to him before?

"We want to hear the details. Tell us what happened after you were arrested?" Huang Zheng asked.

Avalo glanced at Wu Qi, saw the other person nodded in encouragement, and began to narrate slowly: "I was sold to a somewhat remote small village by Janola. That village turned out to be in the mountains, and there was a river flowing by it. There were many uninhabited houses, which were very dilapidated, with half of them collapsed. The village must have been smaller than my hometown, but when I got there, many wooden houses had been built, and some were workshops. , there are houses to live in. There are also many people there, besides slaves, there are also guards and hired craftsmen."

"Approximately how many people are there?" Ji Yijun asked.

Avalo's face suddenly turned red, "I, I don't know how to count, so I can't count how many people there are. But the number of slaves in the house I live in is more than the fingers of two hands and two feet. That's it." There are many, many rooms there.”

"If there are more than twenty people in a house, and there are many rooms, there will be at least two to three hundred people, right?" Ji Yijun made a rough estimate, "What do they let so many slaves do?"

Avalo said: "There are many workshops in that town. One of them they paid close attention to. The workshop was like a large round chimney. I saw that when stones were transported in, they would turn into iron blocks and iron bars when they came out. The other one shipped out was a higher-grade steel block. We couldn't enter these two workshops, and they were guarded every day. Only the hired craftsmen could work in them.

The ordinary workshops where we work include craftsmen and slaves. Some workshops specialize in making iron cups and jars, some make clay pots and bottles, and some use steel to make weapons and armor. It is a woman's workshop used to make all kinds of strange clothes.

They made me work in the armor-making workshop, operating a human-powered blower to blow air into the iron-making furnace. I spent the next few days doing this. "

"He should be talking about a small blast furnace. This thing has only been restored not long ago, and it is impossible for the locals to make it." Huang Zheng, perhaps feeling that the situation was serious, kept touching his chin. The stubble made a squeaking sound when touched.

"Who would do that? Why would they start a new thing outside the school? Besides, how could they have the ability to do this secretly?" Ji Yijun asked puzzled.

"There must be help from local people, otherwise it won't be possible. As for the reason, naturally the money generated in this way falls into these people's pockets. As we start to gain a foothold, there will naturally be people who plan for the future. Who is like you? "It's just as heartless." Huang Zheng asked Avalo again, "Where do they get the materials for making iron and steel?"

Avalo recalled: "I only know that there are two mines not too far outside the town, one coal mine and one iron mine. I have never been there, but there are many slaves in the town who were assigned to The slaves who work in the mine are the hardest and most dangerous. During the time I stayed there, the mine collapsed twice, and there were many absentees each time. But no matter what. The stewards in the town will soon bring in more slaves to restart the mine."

"Hey, this is to build a coal-iron composite industrial center." Huang Zheng asked again, "How do they treat you slaves? How does it compare with the plantations you stayed in before?"

Avalo had a serious flash of fear and hatred: "Working here is much harder than on the plantation, and the rules are also very strict. If you don't finish the work, you will be punished. If you don't do it well, you will be punished. If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished." As a punishment, the stewards would whip those who did not do well every afternoon in the center of the town. I was also beaten twice. If a slave committed something more serious, he would die. There was a row of gallows in the middle of the town, every three to five. There will be people hanging on it for violating various regulations.

Usually, there are two stewards who manage these workshops and mines, but there is a young man who is more powerful than them. He comes almost every two weeks, and every time he makes a lot of requests. The various regulations in the workshop are He has the final say, he...he is the black-haired devil. "

"Why do you call him the black-haired devil? Did he kill many people?" Ji Yijun asked.

"No, I have never seen him kill anyone. But he set the rules for killing people. For example, he made a method called the 'last elimination method'."

Ji Yijun glanced at Huang Zheng and said, "There's no time to run away. It must be someone from our side who did it."

Huang Zheng waved his hand to ask him to calm down, and then asked Avalo: "Tell me, how do you eliminate the last one?"

"The few people in the workshop who produce the least stuff every month, or who do the worst work, will be punished. The stewards will choose the three worst among them, and they will be hanged."

"Asshole!" Ji Yijun couldn't help but curse.

"Even if they are not the last three, the dozen or so people from the bottom will all be whipped. Therefore, everyone will work hard. Generally, new slaves cannot do as well as old slaves, and most of the ones who are hanged are new ones. "The first week I went there, I was almost hanged, and then I was whipped." Avalo lifted up the clothes on his back, and there were many scars there, "There are other punishments, mostly the black-haired one." The devil came up with it. I heard him say something to the managers: If killing one person can make a hundred people work better, it will be a big profit. "

At this time, even Wu Qi couldn't help but say: "How could there be such a person? How could he have such a heart? It's so dark."

Ji Yijun frowned and said: "I don't believe that my classmates or teachers will become like that. They all received education in the same place as us, how could they become like that? Are they still human?"

"Is it strange? When you think that the local people are all natives, or even monkeys, and not human at all, you will not have any sympathy for them. If there is no legal restraint, I will not do anything. It's not surprising. I've seen more of how bad people can be than you." Huang Zheng's gaze seemed to penetrate the tent and travel far away.

Ji Yijun looked at Avalo with suspicious eyes: "Then how did you escape?"

"I, I saw Ava there later..."