Mysteries of the Earthsea

Chapter 265

"Clang clang clang" sounded, the noisy mechanical sound stopped, and the numb workers looked at the clock on the wall in confusion and found that it was not time for get off work.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the face of the workshop director on the side was suddenly cold and sweaty. This is a big man from the outer islands. If he is frightened here, his work is completely finished.

Hearing the cry of children from under the machine, Charles knelt on one knee and looked down.

Under the gears, large and small, dozens of eyes were blinking in panic.

The accompanying workshop director hurriedly knelt on his legs and shouted at the bottom of the machine: "Get out of here! Who did this!"

Soon, a ragged child came out from below holding his severed hand. He was shaking all over, not knowing if it was scared or hurt.

The workshop director grabbed his clothes and mentioned it in front of Charles, and said with a flattering expression: "This gentleman, don't worry, I will severely punish the little beast who frightens your pet!"

"What are they doing in the machine?" Charles asked.

"Although this model is more efficient than the previous ones, it requires a lot of lubricating oil for a long time, so I hired these guys to work underneath."

Seeing the adults in front of him all looked at him, the child was terrified with severed hand, and he couldn't help shrinking back, as if he wanted to hide under the machine.

"Why catch my mouse?" Charles looked at him calmly. This guy is indeed a child under ten years old. His thin body looks severely malnourished.

"Pop!" A slap was placed directly on the child's face, "I want to ask you something! Hurry up!!"

"Because... because it is so cute, I have never seen a red mouse before, I'm sorry." The crying child replied choked.

As soon as the workshop director heard this, he slapped it again with a slap in frustration, only to slam on Charles El's iron hand.

Meat collided with steel, and his facial features were distorted because of the pain.

"Do you enter the factory at such a young age? What if your hair gets caught in it?"

The workshop director endured the pain and quickly answered with a smile.

"It's okay, our factory is a regular factory, and they have bought insurance for these little guys, that, this adult."

Glancing at the child laborer whose hand was still bleeding, the workshop director quickly turned around, smiling again on his face.

"Look, this guy has broken his hand, and sooner or later he will be starved to death when he throws it out. How about you let him go? Don't worry, I will send someone to beat him severely before leaving the factory to vent your anger."

Charles glanced at him unexpectedly, took out the check with his hand, wrote a number, and handed it over. "Find someone to see if he can connect his hand well. If the connection is not good, give him a prosthetic limb."

After seeing a few zeros on the check, the workshop director shuddered. He trembled and wanted to say something.

Charles ignored him, turned and walked outside the workshop.

It was ten seconds after Charles had left before he shook violently, and he kept patting the head of the child worker next to him with his hand.

"Boy! We are going to make a fortune! Hahaha!! Your hands are so valuable!!"

After coming out of the workshop and looking at the rows of the same workshops, Charles didn't have any interest in visiting again. It is estimated that there is no difference from this workshop. Futukang is nothing. This place is a real flesh and blood factory.

With Lily who had stopped crying, walked towards the car next to her.

The car started and the scenery outside was still changing. Charles was still thinking about what had just happened, the numb workers, the heavy but inefficient machines.

Maybe other people can't feel it, but Charles knows the powerful force brought by this electrical industrial revolution.

This kind of power is more powerful than the relics and the magic of the West Sea.

Everyone said that Swann was in trouble recently, but as long as those factories are still running, no matter what troubles he has, it doesn't matter to him.

Charles is sure that three years later, no matter what Julio's strength is, Swann's strength will definitely be stronger.

"Mr. Charles, those children are so pitiful. They look younger than me, but they have to do such dangerous things every day. Can we help him?" Lily said very sadly with her ears down.

Touching its head with his hand, Charles said nothing.

He can't help with this kind of help, unless the workers' revolution in this world resumes, and only themselves can save them.

As the car drove into the heart of the island, the mental outlook of the surrounding people began to change.

Like other islands, the clothes of the people in the heart of the island are obviously better than those outside. Charles also noticed that a large number of people have white triangles on their foreheads.

The frequency of the appearance of believers of the God of Light here is a bit too high.

"Swann's cooperation with the Light God Cult seems to be very pleasant. He really doesn't have any sense of precaution against these cults." Charles secretly said in his heart.

Generally speaking, religion is a tool for the superiors to paralyze the people below, but in order to consolidate their status, most governors have certain control over the number of believers on their islands.

But judging from the scenery outside the window now, Swann did not hinder the spread of Illuminati.

"Mr. Charles, look at that man! He is all made of steel, just like your hands!"

Charles looked in the direction it was pointing. It was a few burly men who were a bit taller than Elizabeth.

They wear dark green uniforms uniformly, depending on the style, their job is the sheriff of the island center.

But they are not ordinary people, their hands are still illuminated by the light between the collars, with metallic luster.

"All steel prostheses?" Charles stuck his head out in surprise.

As if noticing Charles' gaze, the leader turned his head and looked in the direction of the car.

Charles just saw him and thought this guy had a monocle ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but soon he realized that it was not the case.

There were no eyeballs in the right eye socket of the man, and it was completely replaced by a blue reflective lens.

The blue lens quickly bulged out and focused on Charles.

The car was fast, and the group of guys disappeared from Charles's vision, but Charles's heart was still not at peace.

He also has prosthetic limbs. He really didn't expect someone to replace his entire body with prosthetic limbs.

I thought of the puppet bear who installed prosthetic limbs before, and talked about the special functions of those prosthetic limbs.

Charles understands that although there is nothing in terms of expressions, these people are all very powerful murder weapons.

"British Island has many good things besides "Lonka"." Charles murmured.

In Charles's thoughts, the car stopped at the gorgeous Governor's Mansion.

(End of this chapter)