honor me as god

Chapter 706 Pray to the Gods
The northern mining area is surrounded by snow and ice. It seems that there is no shortage of water, but water resources exist in the form of solid ice. If you want to turn ice into water, you must consume fuel to boil it, and dyes are scarce in the world of ice and snow. things, so clean water is actually a scarce commodity.

In such a water-scarce place, it would be nice for the slaves to get saliva to moisturize their throats during their daily work. In many cases, they even had to go outside to dig snow to quench their thirst.

At the end of the day's work, the slaves were driven back to the thatched cottages in batches. They were allowed to rest for 6 hours a day. After waking up, they began to work again. They could only work in the dark until they died.

When Lugo returned to the thatched hut, he was covered in the smell of dirt and urine. Even in the stinky thatched hut, the slaves in the same room avoided it and sat a little far away with their noses covered. .

Lu Ge didn't go to bed immediately to recover his strength, but dragged his somewhat rickety body to his knees on the ground, facing southeast with his forehead on the ground, murmuring some inaudible words in his mouth.

A middle-aged slave looked Lu Ge up and down. The rude 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?"

The muttering in Lugo's mouth stopped, but he still kept his kneeling position. After a long time, a deep voice came: "Yes."

Maybe it was because this incident caused a lot of trouble in the city before, and it was known to everyone in the kingdom. The slaves did not seem too shocked, but there were some whispers. madman.

The middle-aged slave did not participate in it, but looked at Lu Ge who was kneeling, and asked in puzzlement, "What are you doing?"

Lugo: "Pray."

Middle-aged slave: "To whom?"

Lugo: "To the gods."

Middle-aged slave: "What do you pray for?"

Lugo: "A chance at redemption."

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

"Regret?" Although Lugo's face was filthy and filthy, when the eyes opened, they were still as sharp as before, "I, Lugo Helsing, have killed countless people in this life, including that Including the Far Eastern bastards, no one has ever made me regret it."

"I used to be just a mercenary who was born as a street ruffian. I spent the whole year eating and waiting to die. I will probably be like that in this life. Later, I was fortunate to be supported by Mr. Chino, so I was able to rise to the top."

"I work hard for the adults every day, complete all the tasks assigned, and do whatever the dirty work comes. But I know in my heart that compared with the support and support of the adults, this small service is not even worth it one-third."

"When I killed that bitch from the Far East, I admitted that I was too hotheaded at the time, and I didn't care about the consequences. I ruined myself and implicated the adults. I don't regret it, but it doesn't mean that I don't want to make atonement—not for Dogorand, nor It's not atonement for the Far Eastern Dynasty, but atonement for Lord Kino."

The middle-aged slave had a bright mind, and asked in a low voice: "So. You are obviously a transcendent, you can overthrow those soldiers casually, but you don't fight back when they beat you, just because you don't want to implicate your adults anymore? "

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

Seeing that Lu Ge was talking, the middle-aged slave couldn't help asking: "You are already a slave now. Even if you dig mines here for the rest of your life until you die, it won't be considered a credit, but you will be punished. What are you going to do?" Atonement?"

"That's why I'm praying." Lu Ge turned his back to the crowd, unable to see what his expression was at this moment, only a faint voice came, "I'm praying to the gods to give me a chance to redeem 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 by whistles as soon as the sun rises, mining under the whipping of soldiers, drinking porridge that is so thin that it is pitiful, and continuing to mine ,sleep.

During this period, occasionally some soldiers would come to bully Lugo for pleasure. These people have been suffocating in the north all year round, and their depression cannot be vented. Over time, they will like to gloat and base their happiness on the pain of others.

Just imagine, the once high-ranking officials, you used to have to bow down when you met them, and you didn’t even dare to show your pride, but now you suddenly become a slave, let you humiliate and trample on you, there is nothing more refreshing than this contrast in status that's it.

In the face of bullying, no matter whether it was being pushed, slapped, spat on or spat at, Lu Ge refused to respond, let himself be humiliated, and silently did what he should do as a slave.

As far as soldiers are concerned, they prefer the kind of slaves who become angry when they are bullied to a certain extent, and then they have an excuse to punish them more cruelly, and trample their heads that are trying to raise their heads under their feet.

And people like Lu Ge who didn't respond no matter how insulted they were, were like a piece of hob meat, no different from punching sandbags, and the soldiers gradually lost interest.

Today, as usual, the commander was drinking afternoon tea on the high platform, overlooking the scene of the slaves burying their heads in the mine and swinging their pickaxes. For a while, he had the illusion that the king was overlooking all living beings, and he felt very refreshed.

Just as the commander was about to fetch the teapot for refilling, he suddenly found the teapot was shaking and making clanking noises.

Looking around, the cliffs around the pit kept shaking off stone chips, and those huge boulders seemed to fall down at any time. The slaves were so frightened that they dropped their mine picks and fled, looking at the stone walls at a loss in the open space.

"Boom—" The dull roar came faintly from the end of the sky. Although it had been weakened a lot due to the space distance, one could vaguely feel the depressing heaviness.

After the muffled sound, the violent shaking slowly returned to calm, leaving only the people who didn't know why looking at each other in blank dismay.

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 ancient books, there has never been an earthquake in the nearby area. The shaking just now is obviously very abnormal.

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

"Yes." The soldiers called the scouts to issue the investigation order, and then shouted to the slaves below, "Keep working, don't stop, I will kill anyone who is lazy!"

Although their hearts 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 came back, his face was bloodless, he rushed straight to the centurion, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, something is wrong, there is a large army moving on the ice field on the west side of the mining area, and And judging from the flag, it doesn't seem to be our people!"

(End of this chapter)