Rupert soon noticed the movements of these mine slaves, and his expression suddenly turned gloomy. He swung his long whip and hit one of them, and shouted harshly.
"Whatever you are looking at, get out of here and get to work!"
The mining slaves who were watching hesitated for a moment, then picked up their pickaxes again, carried the stones on their backs, and continued digging.
Rupert then turned his gaze back and looked at Redel viciously. If the other person hadn't had some medical skills and could save the Baron a lot of money, he would have killed such a thorn long ago.
But after thinking for a while, Rupert quickly came up with an idea, with a playful smile on his face.
"It's not impossible if you want me to spare him, but the output of ore mined this week will increase by another 10%!"
"You choose!" Rupert said with a ferocious smile.
Redel clenched his teeth and was extremely angry, but Ham was seriously injured and his skin was torn apart from the beatings. Without treatment, he might not be able to survive any longer, so he could only nod in agreement.
"By the way, it's up to you to make up for his work today, otherwise you won't be able to eat dinner later!" Rupert said loudly to ensure that every mine slave present could hear him.
The mine slaves who were still on Redel's side couldn't help but complain in their hearts, and many secretly blamed Redel for meddling in other people's affairs.
The tasks Rupert assigned them before were already extremely arduous, and adding another 10% to their output would simply cost them their lives!
Redel did not dare to look at everyone, so he took out the herbs from his pocket and briefly treated Ham's injury. The rest he could only resign himself to fate. Then Redel did not hesitate, picked up the pickaxe, and did it. Work harder than anyone else.
There are thousands of mining slaves in this mining area. Although Ham is missing, with Redel taking the lead, everyone works hard in order to have dinner.
Rupert did not dare to really starve these people all night because of this trivial matter. If it delayed tomorrow's ore mining work, he would be the one who got scolded.
After a busy day, most of the mine slaves received today's dinner, which was a piece of black bread and soup made from wheat leaves.
There is no nutrition at all and it is even difficult to swallow, but every mine slave eats very quickly. The heavy physical work has made them not care about anything else. They just want to stuff things into their stomachs. Anything they can eat is in their stomachs. In their eyes, it is a rare delicacy.
However, Rupert was very stingy, and the little food he gave them could not fill their stomachs at all, and could only barely keep them hungry. Some of the hungry mining slaves even dug up the grass roots on the ground.
Ham, who was lazy just now, naturally did not get any food. Redel, who couldn't bear it, had to give out his share. When he first came to this mine, Ham had taken care of him, and Redel naturally took care of him. Can't leave it alone.
The finely chopped wheat leaves mixed with the dark soup were slowly poured into Ham's mouth, allowing the severely injured man to regain some strength, but he shook his head when facing the black bread handed over by Redel. Refused.
"I'll just eat this." Redel opened his bag, which was filled with unknown herbs. "This is Suzuki grass, and it's much more delicious than hard-to-gnaw black bread."
Harm then reached out to take the small piece of black bread and gnawed it hungrily. If he didn't eat more, he might not survive the night.
While watching Ham eat, Redel stuffed the suzuki grass in the bag into his mouth. This kind of grass leaves are very bitter. He doesn't know if it can be eaten, but since it can heal wounds, it must be non-toxic. Yes, it's better than being hungry anyway.
Ham quickly stuffed all the black bread into his mouth, licked the crumbs that fell on his hands clean, and then tremblingly held the wooden holy light mark hanging on his chest with his right hand. He began to pray devoutly, telling the great Lord of the Stars and Goddess of the Moon [Ella] about his sins and sufferings, and begging the other party to protect him through the night.
"Uncle Ham, does prayer really work?" Reidel couldn't help but asked.
Throughout the mine, there were not a few mine slaves who believed in the goddess [Ella], but many devout believers also died in the last mining accident, which made Redel extremely confused.
If the goddess really exists and is as sacred and compassionate as people say, then why doesn't she protect her believers?
"It's useful, it will be useful!" Ham said as if dreaming. "These are all tests for you and me by the great Lord. The sufferings we suffer in this life will sublimate our souls and return to the Lord's kingdom after death."
"Otherwise, after death, you will fall into the endless hell, and be trapped in the fire and hot oil cooking forever..." Ham said fearfully. He didn't know whether he had suffered enough, let alone how pious he could be. Whether to impress the great goddess [Ella], but survival is instinct, and praying is the only thing that can be done.
For these slaves, who lost their homes and were taken to the mines due to war and famine, without any future, they can only hope to enter the Kingdom of God after death and enjoy eternal happiness.
Reidel looked confused. He had heard similar remarks more than once, but he became more and more confused.
However, the guards of the mine did not give them a chance to talk in detail. They waved their whips one by one and drove the slaves to bed. Talking to each other in the middle of the night was forbidden, and they only had five hours of rest.
Redel had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart and lie down on a bed made of grass leaves. The fatigue caused by a hard day's work digging ore soon made him fall into a deep sleep.
About half an hour later, a guard holding a torch put a delicate-looking ring on Redel's hand while no one was around.
At the same time, in the dean's office at Iyetta Harbor, Linn also received Redel's message simultaneously.
A young man with a little knowledge of herbal medicine and a spirit of rebellion has accumulated some prestige among the many mining slaves.
The problem is that I am a bit young and have not enough experience, so I am afraid I won’t be able to cause any trouble.
But people can be cultivated... Lin En touched his chin. Since the magic field can imitate the small universe, it should not be a problem to recreate some classic historical scenes according to the computing power of the brain.
Things like the Yellow Turban Uprising, Wagang Uprising, and Huangchao Uprising don't need too much. Just like clearing a game, they can quickly turn a person into a professional rebel.
Lin En pulled out the information on various peasant army uprisings in history and started reading them. Let's give him a magically modified version of the Dazexiang Uprising first!
