Because the third order of the soul impact was imminent, Downton didn't want his body to be hurt by any accidents, so he was going to only find those small foremen who were in charge of less than a hundred people.

With an oil lamp in his left hand, Downton walked through the tunnel and into the marketplace.

The foreman, who was forcing the three miners and his gambling money, threw away the cards in their hands and stood up, and several cronies next to him also carried iron hammers, stared at Downton with unkind expressions, and surrounded them.

"You're the foreman here?" Downton glanced at the copper plate on the torn blanket, "The stakes are not small!"

"What do you want to do? Grab the miners?"

The foreman burst into a foul mouth, and walked in front of Downton violently, at this time, he couldn't weaken his momentum at all, otherwise he would not be able to make those ordinary miners obedient in the future.

"Don't rob it, just want to beat people!" Downton's words had not yet fallen, and the iron hammer in his hand was pulled out.

"Beat him!" the foreman had already prepared, and was very sinister, as soon as he lifted his overalls, he pulled out a dagger from the waistband of his trousers, but before he could stab Downton in the lower abdomen, the iron drill was already pumping on his mouth with the sound of breaking wind.

Bang, the foreman rolled his eyes, fainted directly, and his body fell to the ground like a dead pig, and his head was broken by a stone.

The cronies of the miners screamed and moved, but in the blink of an eye, two of the beaten heads broke blood and fell to the ground screaming and holding their heads.

Downton brandished his iron drill and opened his offensive wide, and he had no intention of sparing these miners.

The cronies were crushed, and they were chased by Downton and fled, and even ran out of the transfer place, and those who couldn't run away knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

The ordinary miners stopped what they were doing, and looked at the small foreman and his dog legs that had been knocked over the ground, and they were shocked beyond measure.

They had seen the kind of young man who didn't know the height of the sky before, but without exception, they were all repaired very badly, but this young man actually killed more than a dozen people single-handedly.

"Vulnerable, ahem, I'm Downton from Morningmist!"

Downton cleared his throat and repeated what he had said yesterday, and then, ignoring the miners' reactions, rested his blood-stained iron chisel on his shoulder, blew a brisk western whistle, and walked out of the tunnel.

The miners looked at Downton's back, thinking that he was really ashamed, and those big foremen would never let him go, but thinking about his words, everyone still had some expectations, unless they were idiots, who would want to pay the ore tax in vain?

In one morning, Downton overturned nine small foremen, and this was because he was not familiar with the route of the Dagger Mine, and he had been delayed for a long time, otherwise the number of defeats would have been even greater.

The foremen had already received the news that a young man with strong combat strength was making trouble everywhere, and they didn't pay attention to it, after all, this kind of stunned youth was too common, but as the news kept coming back, they were a little dumbfounded, and then they were impatient.

The young man did not use his miners, but just one person, in one morning, easily crushed more than 200 miners.

The rise of any big foreman is accompanied by such bloody fights and conflicts, and in the mines, a hard enough fist is everything, a guarantee of status.

The foremen sensed that something was wrong, and began to contact each other, anxiously ready to give Downton some colors to see, and some wise self-protection, wanting to see the situation first, whether Downton was a puppet supported by a big foreman, after all, he single-handedly overthrew this multi-miner and cronies, which is really a bit incredible.

Some people speculate that Downton is a demon, but he doesn't use any martial arts at all, it's all ordinary fighting tricks, so everyone can't figure out his true strength, causing some people to dare not act rashly and continue to wait and see.

At noon, Downton went to the cafeteria for the first time, and he was really squeezed to death.

The miners were dirty, full of mineral ash and sweat stains, and most of them were tired and did not take a shower, so the smell of sweat and body odor was mixed together, which could almost smoke people.

The smell of food in the cafeteria couldn't hide the smell, but the miners were used to it, and squeezed hard in front of the window one by one.

"Big brother, I'm going to fetch you food!" said a miner.

"No!" Downton refused, then looked to the left to see the overseers in dark blue uniforms with black batons.

They were keeping order in the cafeteria, their eyes as sharp as falcons, and Downton noticed that as soon as the overseer walked in, the nearby miners immediately had a chance to quiet down.

The rights of the overseers are too great, and no one dares to resist them, otherwise they will wait to be put in a small black prison, which is definitely a punishment worse than death.

The miners formed a dozen long lines, pushing and shoving from time to time, and stood on tiptoe, staring at the few iron buckets behind the window, watching the food inside and swallowing their saliva.

"Next!"

It was Downton's turn, and before he could hand the plate out, the cook had already scooped up a spoonful of cooked oatmeal with a large spoon, poured it on the plate, and then scooped a spoonful of potato soup from a bucket and poured it over the rice.

"Next!" the cook urged loudly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "hurry up, get out of the way." ”

"Foreman, sit here!"

A young miner had taken his seat and shouted at Downton.

"That's it, how can you eat enough?" Downton put down his plate and glanced around, although the mine was in charge of three meals a day, but this amount was too small.

The miners got used to it and began to gobble it up early.

"Big brother, look over there. The cronie pointed to the right side of the hall of the cafeteria, "There is the seat of the big foreman, and the food is much better than here, if you work harder, you will soon be qualified to sit down." ”

The whole hall is simply two distinct scenes, and these ordinary miners on the left, even if they squeeze again, do not dare to cross the yellow line as a mark.

The foremen ate a sumptier lunch, and their eyes wandered, and some of them, spotting Downton, pointed at him.

"Big brother, although you are also a foreman now, if you want to eat better, you have to bribe those cooks, and if you don't have money, everything is in vain. "An old fritter reminded Downton, what is the purpose of being a foreman? Isn't it that you don't have to work, and you can still eat better?

Downton dug a spoonful of oatmeal, stuffed it in his mouth, and after chewing it twice, he wanted to spit it out.

"This thing is edible? half-baked, and sand. Downton frowned, he had been a postman since he was thirteen years old, and he had suffered a lot and starved, but compared to these miners, it was not much hardship.

"If you don't eat, you'll be hungry. The miners' words were simple, but they were full of bitterness.

Downton originally wanted to push the plate to others, anyway, there was still food in his war space, but after watching some miners finish eating, they still licked the plate with unfinished eating, and he didn't let go of a grain of rice, and he began to eat.

What others can endure and suffer, they can't bear it?

Although Downton had harvested many gold bricks from the banks of Hohenzollern and a dungeon to be discovered, he never considered himself a rich man, and continued to work as hard as he had been a postman.

After lunch, Downton returned to the market and rested.

In the afternoon, Downton was not ready to beat the worker, read the book, wait for the early morning to come, and then enter the dungeon through the teleportation array, and hit the third order of the soul with all his strength.

As the time for the start of work approached, Downton keenly noticed that the miners were starting to get nervous, frequently looking towards the tunnel and himself.

The answer was soon revealed, and two tall miners in black walked into the transfer area, roaring with a fierce expression on their faces.

"You're the new foreman, get here!"

The thugs of the two big foremen saw Downton sitting on the blanket and spat disdainfully, "Hurry up, don't let the uncle wait for you!"

"How do you talk to our Downton Foreman?"

"Look for death!"

Although the cronies knew that they were the foreman's men, they still had the courage to stand up for Downton.

"Your flesh is itchy, aren't you?" the thug glared angrily as he pulled out the iron pipe under his overalls.

"Why didn't you pay the ore tax yesterday?" another thug stared at the miners and threatened, "I don't care if you change the foreman or not, the ore tax can't be worse than a pound." ”

The miners were so nervous that they were breathing heavily, and they all looked at Downton.

"Go back and tell you the big foreman, don't even think about taking a copper plate from us for the ore tax in the future. Downton stood up with his hammer in his hand, "Get out!"

"Haha, have the guts!" the miner smirked and pounced on Downton, but as soon as he had taken two steps, an iron chisel spun and flew over, smashing it on his chest and knocking him over.

"Do you know who we are?" Seeing his companion fall to the ground and vomit blood, another thug wanted to report backstage, but Downton didn't bother to listen.

"What are you doing in a daze, break his leg for me!"

When the cronies heard this, they rushed up directly, and the iron chisel flew over, they had been bullied by these thugs before, and now they finally returned.

"You kid has a kind, wash your ass and wait, the big foreman will definitely kill you!" The thug didn't eat the loss in front of him, and ran away with his bleeding head.

"Long live Downton!"

The miners suddenly cheered, they had thought that Downton was cheating on them, but now it seemed that he really intended to do what he said, and never want a share of the ore tax again, and protect everyone from the wind and rain.

At this moment, Downton really won the support of those ordinary miners, and he believed that as long as this conflict spread, there would be more and more people who supported him, until the big foremen, and even the overseers and big miners could not ignore it.

In a big mood, Downton had dinner and returned to Building Six.

"It's all gone!" Downton greeted his cronies, pulled out the key, and prepared to unlock it, only to see that the door to the dormitory had been pried, revealing a gap.

Downton's face sank, pushed open the wooden door and rushed in, and sure enough, the dormitory was like being ransacked by thugs, and it was a mess.

There are traces of smashing on the cabinet, it is deformed, the lock has also been pried open, the backpack placed in it is gone, and the magic book is gone!

PS: There is one more update today, and then it should be on the shelves on the first day of New Year's Day!