The northern mining area is surrounded by ice and snow, and it seems that there is no shortage of water, but the water resources are in the form of solid ice cubes, and if you want to turn ice into water, you must consume dyes to boil it, and dyes are scarce in the ice and snow, so clean water is actually a scarce commodity.

In such a water-scarce place, it would be good for the slaves to work and moisten their throats, and many times they could only go outside to dig snow to quench their thirst, and they wanted to wash their hands and bathe or something.

At the end of the day's work, the slaves were driven back to the thatched huts in batches, where they were allowed to rest for six hours a day, and when they woke up to a new work, they could only work in the dark until they died.

When Lugo returned to the thatched house, he was covered in dirt and the smell of urine, and even in the unpleasant thatched hut it smelled so bad that the slaves in the same house avoided it and sat away with their noses covered.

Lugo didn't sleep to regain his strength as soon as possible, but dragged his somewhat clumped body to his knees on the ground, his forehead pressed to the ground in the southeast direction, and muttered some inaudible words in his mouth.

A middle-aged slave looked Lugo up and down, the rough man never cared about the politeness of greeting, and asked very directly: "Hey, is that rumor true?" I heard that you killed the grandson of the Far Eastern Emperor in the street? ”

Lugo's muttering stopped, but he remained on his knees, and it was a long time before a deep voice came: "Yes." ”

Perhaps it was because of the fact that the incident had caused a storm in the city before, and it was known to all the people in the kingdom, and the slaves did not seem too frightened, but there were some whispers, some secretly admiring Lugo's kind, and others cursing him for being a deserved madman.

The middle-aged slave didn't get involved, just looked at Lugo who was kneeling on the ground, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?" ”

Lugo: "Pray. ”

Middle-aged slave: "To whom?" ”

Lugo: "To the gods." ”

Middle-aged slave: "Pray for what?" ”

Lugo: "A chance to atone for your sins." ”

The middle-aged slave and his companion looked at each other with wide eyes, and asked, "So, do you regret it?" ”

"Regrets?" Lugo's face was stained with dirt, but when those eyes opened, they were still as sharp as ever, "I, Lugo Helsin, have killed countless people in my life, including that Far Eastern, and there has never been anyone I can regret." ”

"I used to be just a mercenary who was a street ruffian, eating and waiting to die all year round, and that's probably the end of my life. Later, I was fortunate enough to be supported by Master Chino, and I was able to rise to the top. ”

"I work tirelessly for adults every day, completing all the tasks assigned to me, doing whatever I want. But I know in my heart that compared with the grace of adults, this little service is not even one-ten-thousandth. ”

"When I killed that Far Eastern lowly animal, I admitted that I was hot-headed at the time, and I didn't care about the consequences, and I ruined myself and implicated adults. I don't regret it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to atone for my sins—not for Dogulland, not for the Far Eastern Dynasty, but for Lord Chino. ”

The middle-aged slave had a bright mind and asked in a low voice, "So... You are obviously an extraordinary person, and you can easily overthrow those soldiers, but when they beat you, you don't fight back, you just don't want to implicate your family because of yourself? ”

Lugo didn't speak, just silently closed his eyes, knelt on the ground and continued to mutter.

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Seeing Lugo's chatter, the middle-aged slave couldn't help but ask: "You are a slave now, even if you dig here for a lifetime and dig until you die, it is not a merit, but a punishment." How are you going to atone for your sins? ”

"That's why I'm praying." Lugo turned his back to the crowd, unable to see what kind of expression he was looking at this moment, only a faint voice came, "I am praying to the gods to give me a chance to atone for my sins." ”

...

Lugo has been in the northern mining area for more than a month, and the days here are very monotonous and repetitive—waking up to the sound of a whistle as soon as the sun rises, mining under the whipping of soldiers, drinking pitiful porridge, continuing to mine, and sleeping.

During this period, occasionally some soldiers came to bully Lugo for fun, these people were held up in the north all the year round, and their frustration could not be vented, and over time they would like to gloat and base their happiness on the pain of others.

Just imagine, once a high-ranking official, you used to meet all the kneeling and prostrate, not even daring to come out, but now you are suddenly a slave, let you be humiliated and trampled, there is nothing more refreshing than this contrast in status.

In the face of bullying, whether it is being pushed and abused, slapped, spitting... Lugo didn't respond at all, let him be humiliated and humiliated, and silently did what he should do as a slave.

The soldiers, for their part, preferred the kind of slaves who were bullied to a certain extent and became angry, and then had an excuse to inflict more cruel punishment on them, trampling their heads under their feet.

And a person like Lugo, who does not respond to any insults, is like a lump of hob meat, no different from punching sandbags, and the soldiers slowly lose interest.

Today, as usual, the commander drank afternoon tea on the high platform, overlooking the scene of the slaves wielding pickaxes in the mines, and for a time there was the illusion that the king was looking down on all beings, and his heart was very happy.

Just as the commander was about to go to get the teapot to add tea, he suddenly found that the teapot was shaking, and the sound of bells and bells kept colliding.

Looking around, the crags around the pit were constantly shaking off stone chips, and the boulders seemed to fall at any time, and the slaves were so frightened that they dropped their pickaxes and fled, looking at the stone walls in the open space.

"Boom-" A dull roar faintly came from the end of the sky, although it had been weakened a lot by the spatial distance, but the heaviness that made people feel it could be vaguely felt.

After the muffled sound, the violent shaking slowly returned to calm, leaving only the unknown crowd to look at each other.

A soldier tentatively asked, "My lord, this?" ...”

The commander has been in the northern mining area for so long, and he is very familiar with the geology here, even if he reads the ancient books, there has been no earthquake in the nearby area, and the shaking just now is obviously very abnormal.

The commander pondered for a moment and said, "Send the scouts to check on the situation, and the others continue to work." ”

"Yes." The soldier summoned the scouts to give the order to reconnoitre, and immediately shouted at the slaves below, "Keep working, don't stop, whoever is lazy I will shoot to death!" ”

Although they were uneasy, the slaves did not dare to say anything, so they could only pick up the pickaxes and continue mining.

About half an hour later, the scout returned, his face bloodless, and rushed straight to the centurion, and said in a trembling voice, "My lord, something is wrong, there is a large army operating on the ice field on the west side of the mine, and... And judging by the flag, it doesn't seem to be our people! ”