Chapter 3 Mining

The next day, the sun was bright and colorful, shining on thousands of flowers and plants in the West Asian manor. In the pavilion, there was an ancient stone table surrounded by several small stone benches. There were several plates of fresh fruits on the stone table, and there were a few drops of water on it, which diffused brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Master Feili, your appetite is too big!" Garrill's white and slender hand gently picked a purple grape and carefully opened the grape skin, revealing the sweet pulp. Galil did not eat it, but put it in the small cup in front of him, and carried out his movements repeatedly.

"Galile, the arena of my Allen Manor is a well-known large arena, which can accommodate 500,000 people. It is specially built for all the high-level figures of the Leren tribe. 30%, your West Asia Manor and Roy Manor, Tomasson Manor, Talmud Manor share the remaining 70% of the income equally, which is already I have the greatest kindness to you!"

"Master Feili, our four major manors jointly hold large-scale wrestling competitions. It's a little too much for you to only provide a wrestling field!" Garrill half narrowed his eyes, and his face flashed with a uncertain look.

"No, dear Gary, you're wrong. What I provide for you is not only the arena, but also for publicity and invitation. Those damn Leren tribal executives have to spend a lot of money on me every time they are invited, and I also have to provide them with all kinds of food, wine, beautiful women... ”

"Dear Master Feili, you can shut your mouth. I know all this. Do you know what a spectacular scene is, what a solemn scene it is, what a solemn scene it is, all men are excited about it **, women scream excited about it, my dear friend, how much profit will you make? Have you calculated it yet?"

"But my manor also consumes huge materials. Is it profitable for me?" It was clear in his heart, but his eyebrows frowned together. In the face of the interests, everything was empty talk.

Garriel stopped peeling grapes. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the beautiful maid next to him immediately handed him a white towel. He gently wiped away the water stains on his hands and thought silently. He couldn't accept the price of eating the dead in one bite. Gallier must find a way to conquer the laborious young master.

For a long time, Galil said slowly, "Dear Master Fei Li, so that all the expenses of our five estates will bear together, and the profits obtained will be shared equally?"

The laborious brown eyes turned gently, and then narrowed slightly, as if they were calculating that there should be room for everything, especially in this kind of profiteering business.

"Good!" Young Master Feili suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Our five major estates jointly bear all the expenses and share the profits!"

"Ha ha, my dear young master Feili is really shrewd. If it had been like this, we wouldn't have wasted precious time. The black-haired beauty I prepared for you for Mr. Feili is still waiting for you in your boudoir!"

"Oh ha, Gary, who knows me, didn't tell me the big surprise until this moment. Thank you so much!" His laborious eyes were full of light, and he opened his mouth with excitement.

"Ha ha, come on, let's cheers and have a good cooperation!" Galil gently smashed the peeled grape pulp and poured it into his glass, raised the glass high, clinked the glass and drank it all.

Galil saw the effort fade away, narrowed his eyes into a line, and muttered gently, "Damn the effort, sooner or later I will tell you to live and die by yourself!"

Garriel clenched his fist, and the sound came. The blue light suddenly covered the white fists. With a click, Gallier suddenly hit the small stone table beside him. With a bang, the thick stone table cracked a crack, and the gap slowly became bigger, bang! The whole small stone table was broken into a pile of stones.

Bow...Bow...

The impact of the chain sounded, waking up the sleeping Roxus. Roxus gently moved his disabled body, and bursts of severe pain made Roxus grin.

"Damn it, it fucking hurts!" A low and hoarse voice came from Roxus' mouth.

Lockus slowly opened his eyes, and nothing could be seen in the dark dungeon. In the distance, a basin of flames rose, emitting a slight red light, and the thick chains of fists clicked. In the rows of steel mesh, there were burly and vigorous men lying quietly, but these big men's faces were slightly yellow at this time. Scarred and unsightly.

The hell-like dungeon smelled of odor. Roxus got up with difficulty and moved forward with one hand falling on the wire mesh, prickly - the iron chain on the cuffs rubbed against the cold bluestone floor, making a scalp numbing sound.

Locus seemed to have no pain and moved hard again, because he lay on the ground and heard the samurai's footsteps, which showed that today's lunch had begun!

His sensitive perception allows Roxas to be the first to know the warning of food delivery every time. With his eyes closed, he felt the heavy pace of several warriors and slowly approached here. Even the samurai was the one who delivered the meal, and he could recite it backwards.

"Rockus, what the fuck are you doing? It's so noisy that people can't even sleep well!" Next to him lay a big man, and he could faintly see the man's face full of Rose's beard. His tone was low and his voice was weak, but he could faintly reveal the vicious and domineering momentum.

Lockus did not say a word, but still moved slowly, and his eyes were full of anger, grievance, unwillingness and grievance.

"Rockus, did you fucking hear that? I'll kill you again!" The man's weak voice was slightly angry and slightly improved.

Rocksas was still the same and ignored it. He lay down until he could grab the most food before he stopped. He needed food. He needed physical strength and energy to recover from his injury.

"Lockus, listen to me, when I recover from my injury, I'll be the first to kill you!" The big man's order did not listen to Lockusus and was angry, but he was also scarred and unable to face it, and the injury seemed to be more serious than Lockus' injury. He cursed feebly, but he wanted to kill Lockus, who did not obey the order, could not achieve it.

Wow!

Lockus took a long breath, then closed his eyes tightly, as if listening, as if accumulating the power to grab food, and muttered to himself, "Finally climbed to the front."

Time passed slowly, and Lockusus suddenly opened his eyes, like a hungry wolf in the night, fierce and vicious, bloodthirsty and cruel, and a faint cold light emerged from Lockus' eyes.

kuang lang——

The sound of heavy metal impact came, but several warriors swaggered in, and the long cowhide whip hit the wire net firmly, making a heavy impact sound.

Behind by a few thin servants, they struggled to carry a load of delicious food, exuding a fragrant taste.

"Dirty Omael, the great Miss Nice gave you a rich lunch today. After this lunch, you will no longer be the barbaric Omael, but slaves of the West Asia Manor."

As several warriors walked, they shouted. From time to time, the long cowhide whip hit the wire net and the chain, making a creepy sound.

"Great Omael, we would rather die than surrender. Long live Omael!" Suddenly, a high voice came, making the whole dungeon buzz.

"Hail the great Omael!" Another voice echoed and shouted loudly.

A stone stirred up thousands of waves. As soon as this word came out, there was a buzzing sound in the whole dungeon, the steel chain rattled, and the restless slaves made a hysterical roar!

"Hail the O'mail!"

......

Lockus lay quietly on the ground without saying a word. He knew that this time*, the warrior must kill the chicken to set an example and have to kill a few people!

As expected, the warrior was furious. His heavy military boots kicked the wire net fiercely and made a loud noise. Immediately after that, a warrior pulled out a heavy two-handed sword from his back and clicked! He split the chain on the iron gate into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The warrior rushed into the iron cage, and the sword waved violently. In an instant, there was a scream. Blood flew, splashed out, and dyed the steel wire mesh red.

"Dirty slaves, listen carefully, who dares to shout again, this is the end!" The warrior held a sword in one hand, suddenly picked up a bloody head and shouted loudly.

Silent, silent...

Countless O'mail people secretly shed tears of sadness and despair and wet the heavy iron handcuffs.

"Send today's lunch, eat this meal, and send everyone to the black iron vein!" The samurai was too lazy to shout and directly gave the order to distribute Chinese food.

Hearing the order, several thin servants put down their heavy burdens and began to distribute food.

The hungry slaves stared at several servants who distributed food. This moment lasted as long as ten thousand years. Roxus's eyes were particularly bright, because he saw the chicken, and the fragrant roast chickens were thrown into the iron cage, causing a burst of crazy robbery.

"Finally, it's this iron cage!" In the eyes of everyone's expectation, four or five catties of roast chicken were thrown in.

"This is mine!"

"This is mine!"

The crazy competition began. Lockus, with a five-pound roast chicken in his arms, quickly moved to the corner of the wall.

"Rockus!" Lockus grabbed a complete roast chicken and was seen by a strong man. He suddenly shouted and crawled over to chase him.

"Get out!"

Lockuss suddenly turned his head, and his eyes like a hungry wolf ejected a substantial cruelty. He shouted loudly and did the opposite. He turned around and waved his fist fiercely. The heavy handcuffs made a loud noise. The man was suddenly caught off guard by Lockus's head breaking blood and fainting.