Blasphemy
Chapter 16: The Chaos
As soon as the sun rose, Roger had already finished his breakfast and walked to the coolie camp. This was the first time he had come to this place after a few days of settling in Cyrusburg. After taking over the Snow Fox territory, the fatty took over a hundred snow Fox mining porters.
Every country on the mainland has more or less slaves explicitly or implicitly. The supreme slaves included amazing fairy ladies, incredible warriors, and others. Then there are various skilled craftsmen and others. The coolie is the lowest slave. They are usually unskilled and only do dangerous, difficult, and dirty work. The assessment criteria among the various slaves were simple and straightforward, the high and low of their value to the master.
In accordance with the status of coolies, the college camp is usually the dirtiest and most damaged part. The porters will be porters for life, their faces will be marked with porters' marks. Escape is not a good way out for them, for example land. After the escaped coolies are caught, they become the property of the catcher. The original owner has the right to redeem it at a reasonable cost. Redeemed coolies are often executed in the cruelest way by their owners in front of other coolies as an example for other coolies. However, cases of kuli blur also still occur and not a little.
In the year 650 of the Sacred Calendar, the porters unleashed the largest riot in mainland history. The number of porters in the riots reached 700,000, even overthrowing the king from a small duchy. However, the porters who lost control not only killed the nobility, but also all the priests of the holy church in the duchy. At that time, Pope Paul VII gathered 100,000 soldiers from a coalition of 12 countries and sent another 5,000 knights led by the youngest Paladin Augustus in the church to suppress these atheists.
When a sheep encounters a fully armed lion, the number and will become meaningless, let alone a group of lions.
In July of that year, Augustus led the knight in six battles and won six. Every battle does not leave the army. By the end of the month, 700,000 porters of the rebellion had been massacred, then known as the Red July in history. Augustus has since been nicknamed ‘Angel Blood’.
Roger, who had just stepped into the college camp, had no time to read the porters' data from the general history of the mainland. The strange smell almost made him faint. The fat man looked around and glared furiously.
The porters' camps are full of low and broken huts, which makes one suspect that the beast's nest may be more viable than this. A waste of various colors flowed around the camp, a strange smell emanating from here.
Right now, the coolies in the camp were already up and waiting in line for breakfast. In the middle of the camp was a large iron pot filled with gray-green porridge. A tall fat foreman handed out a spoonful after a spoonful of ‘bubur’ to the porters.
Roger approached with a frown, once again almost fainted by the smell of ‘porridge’. The fat man held it while walking to the edge of the pot, took a spoon from the foreman, took the porridge, and looked at it carefully. The leaves, which had no name for it, were piled up in a green-gray soup, it was seen that it had not been cut at all. ‘The pulp is sticky and bubbly, removing cooked worms. Roger's stomach churned, he quickly looked away from the porridge and saw a group of porters staring at this ‘meat amis’ with a fixed gaze and throat up and down.
Roger's expression was very bad, he looked at the foreman who split the food and asked, “Who's in charge of preparing the food for these porters here?”
The foreman immediately felt a bad feeling. “I'm in charge.”
“You bought groceries to cook?”
“Ya, Milord.”
“Damn it, I spend ten gold coins every month for you to make this unworthy meal? Say it! How many gold coins have you corrupted?” Roger kicked the foreman to the floor. Unsatisfied, he approached and kicked the body of the foreman again violently. Some foremen there hurriedly pulled Roger.
The beaten foreman got up, wiped the blood on his face, and showed a lazy and fierce look. “Master, Nila, your manager, only gives me four gold coins every month. You should have looked for him. Besides ....” He looked around sharply, all the coolies he was staring at jolted. “I am willing to spend half a gold coin to give these pigs every month already very good!”
Roger was so angry that his body trembled. He looked at the two foremen who were still holding his hand, the two foremen hurriedly released their hands and stood to the side. Roger calmed down. “It looks like your relationship is pretty good. I hit people in my own territory, and you dare to hold me.”
The beaten foreman ignored Roger's threats and said, “Your Highness, I am Ian's son, the mayor of Le Mans. You can call me Guta. These people are from our city. You know there aren't many people around Cyrusburg. If you evict us, you won't be able to find anyone else to work for you. You can't possibly call people from Lille or Farburg to do this kind of menial work, right? After all, why bother soiling your hands for these despicable pigs? Just leave it to us. Next time you only need to pay six gold coins a month for these pigs.”
One by one the foremen here clearly obey Guta.
Roger was silent for a moment, then sighed. “As you said then. But the production in the current mine is not enough, if you give them food like this, how do they have the power to work?”
Guta laughed and said, “Just leave this place to me quietly, Your Majesty. I guarantee they'll work like wild boars. Back when the Snow Fox was still here was everything depended on me.”
Before Guta's laughter ended, a muffled groan replaced him, then his square face turned red, he fell down with his hands covering his groin. After his huge body fell, a grinning Roger appeared behind him. The fat man was very satisfied with the effect of his kick, also quite satisfied with his movements. The previous life and death battle was very helpful to Roger. He was easy to fight against Guta who knew nothing about martial arts and magic now.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the other foremen wanted to advance. Roger gave a cold snort and said, “If you want to die, you can try it. Nobles killing people in their own territory was no big deal. If you hit a noble, your family will be exiled.” After that Roger cursed himself. What place of seclusion is more secluded than this place?
Several foremen looked at each other, then surrounded. Without changing his expression, Roger stomped on Guta's ankle and used his dark energy, then there was the sound of a broken bone. Guta screamed, the other two foremen aghast.
Roger pulled out Guta and put his face on the cauldron that was still on top of the blazing fire. A puff of smoke rose, Guta fainted after a brief scream. Roger throws Guta in front of the foremen. Currently half of Guta's face was charred and bloody.
After experiencing a bloody massacre a few days ago, Roger became indifferent to such a sight. The foremen were pale and trembling.
Roger pointed at one of the foremen who was most shaking and fell to the ground. “You, from tomorrow onwards, you will be the head of this place and will still be given ten gold coins every month. You have to feed these coolies until they are as strong as cows, while the trash is ...” Roger kicked Guta in front of the foremen and said coldly. “Persetan. Don't you feel that porters are pigs? Tomorrow you will work with the pigs! Mark his face with hot iron!”
Roger smiled and kept looking at her. The foreman was sweating and bending over all the time.
“Do as I say. If you're not happy, replace him. Don't you want to show me your power? Want to ask for more money? If you guys still make me unhappy, everyone will be in the coolie camp tomorrow!” Roger dropped the sentence, then turned around and left the college camp in anger. “Basic old bangka Ian, previous affairs have not been taken into account, your son dared to prevent me from making money. Let's just see!”
At nightfall in Cyrusburg, small stars twinkled in the sky. In late autumn, the night in the mountains was already very quiet. Sometimes one or two autumn insects that don't know the name are chirping, but that just makes the night even quieter. People in the mountains were already coiled under warm blankets, rolling lazily while imagining people still running around on the street, feeling the blankets were very warm. The men and women in the mountains of the village began their entertainment. The simple, powerful movements test the quality of the mattress, destroy the comfort of insects and ants, and make the mouse restless.
A shadow flickered and slipped out of Cyrusburg. A gust of cold wind passed, the shadow trembled even more severely, he cursed in a low voice and inadvertently became the reference standard, bringing happiness to the many people hiding under the covers.
The virtue of the shadow does not give him good luck. As he rushed towards Le Mans, three thieves jumped out. The black shadow was shocked, not expecting there to be such a dedicated thief in this interior. Seeing that the chances of winning one against three were not high, when the black shadow was about to give him money, a thief knocked him unconscious from behind. Then the three neatly stuffed the black shadow into the sack and brought it back to Cyrusburg.
The black shadow had a strange dream. He dreams of swimming in the winter. He soon woke up from the cold when he dreamed of it. He looked down and saw his body wet as if he had just been lifted from the water. When looking up, a thin man with a sinister face held an empty bucket in front of him. He suddenly became aware, then saw the young nobles sitting on the seats that were there, with some mercenaries standing around. It could be seen from their faces that they were extremely evil and cruel. Right now, everyone was looking at him with ill intentions. His cold sweat suddenly shot out, the back of his head started to hurt again.
“Honored Master Mandor, you are very worthy to receive a salary from us. It's so late still working hard,” said Lance. Whoever is pulled out of bed this late will not be in good emotions.
“Tuan Mandor ... what's his name? Ah yes, Mr. Toffler. Your name is really good, may have noble blood.” Franco also said, “May I know, what is it that you came out so late? You can of course choose to talk later, so we won't get bored tonight.”
Toffler watched in horror as the mercenaries skillfully fiddled with various torture devices, the charcoal basin was also lit. She screams loudly, “I want to go back home in town to see my sick wife!”
No one heeded his shout, the nobles were judging him, the dedicated mercenaries were conducting a final inspection.
The knowledge in this torment is profound and vast. Whipping and burning only the low, attacking the mental is severe. The origin of the Dragon and Beautiful Woman mercenary group was quite complicated. There were many soldiers, bandits, criminals, and thugs, there were also many old mercenaries. In an era of chaos, mercenaries and bandits were usually separated by a thin line. Mercenaries enter the city, bandits leave the city. This is why the tormentors in Dragons and Beautiful Women are not few. Although his torture principle could not be called a master, it was more than enough to fight ordinary people.
When the mercenaries heard that Roger was going to torture the criminals tonight, they enthusiastically signed up. The noble bastards chose carefully and set six people to come with tonight. These guys are really great. Before starting and just making a few arrangements, they had already made Toffler sweat profusely. “I tell the truth! Let go of me, what are you doing?”
Franco appeared, but his handsome face looked so terrifying in Toffler's eyes. “You are very cooperative, otherwise wouldn't the preparations we prepared end up in vain? Night is still long.”
Toffler said anxiously. “Wait a minute! I'll say it! I'll say everything!”
“Shut!” snarled the mercenaries in the room.
“If you want to say, wait for a round of torment. It was new like a man.” Roger chuckled, then peeled the banana and put it in his mouth.
A bearded mercenary came to open Toffler's belt. This honorable foreman master howled. “I say! I'll report to Ian for him to lead all the townspeople to rescue Guta, then go to the royal capital to complain.”
The few nobles looked at each other, Lance said grimly. “Do you think we're kids? Want to fool us just like that? Say, how many Snow Foxes are still in Le Mans City?”
Toffler. “Ru ... What Snow Fox?”
“It looks like tonight won't speak as usual.”
“Ya, yes.”
In front of the boss, all the mercenaries were full of energy. Everyone wants to show off their ways. Six mercenaries started to get busy around Toffler. As soon as the cold iron wire touched his flesh. The venerable Master Foreman immediately let out a shout that made one wonder how such a loud sound came out from his thin body.
The mercenaries holding the wire trembled, making the wire fall to the floor. Seeing that opportunity, Toffler did not want to miss it. He immediately explained all the information he knew about the Snow Fox, of course including the section about the influential people in Le Mans.
Between life and death, the survival instincts and the mind of the Master Mandor are very wise. He discovered what the nobles were interested in, so he repeated the Snow Fox list and added different types of scandals about those influential people. What evil and cruel, lazy, playing whore, deceitful, all covered. On the side, a chancellor took note quickly, all the noble bastards were shaking their heads.
Eventually, Mr. Toffler's complaint ended, but everyone felt the entertainment was not over. The chancellor came to Toffler with a stack of records. Without even looking at it, he immediately signed his name. The chancellor showed it to some nobles. They laughed and praised Toffler for his talent. Letting him be the foreman was completely guilty of him. Toffler was out of danger and could not help but be elated when he received the praise, He felt that this place was the paradise of the world today.
Roger looked at it, shook his head and said, “Chaos from where? The apparatus forced the people to revolt so that the people were forced to fight back. Old Bangka, it seems you are cruel, yes.”
