Your Majesty, the Spectacle Has Missed the Country!

　　 Chapter 29 For the God of Light!

　　As the captain of the third production team, Creel has been very motivated these days.

　　 Not to mention the promise made by the lord to release some serfs as free people, even if it was just for the white bread and fish soup every night, the big guys worked hard.

At the beginning, the eight production teams will always have one first and one fall. Although everyone is a little envious of the first place, they don’t have to fight hard, because if you don’t think about it, it’s quite a bit. The only difference between the vague promises is the food.

　　 But I don’t know when it started. Before dinner every day, there was an extra link to announce the ranking, from the first to the last.

　　 Then, according to the ranking of the production team, they will receive the dinner of the day.

　　 For the first place, it is an honor to receive the heaviest food first.

　　 But for the last one, it is equivalent to a public sentence.

　　 It was painful to watch other people eat white bread while chewing on black bread. But now... he has to get the least amount of food under the gaze of others. The shame of it is naturally conceivable.

　　 This made them gradually develop a sense of collective honor, after all, no one wants to be laughed at by everyone.

　　 It is precisely because of this that the serfs are almost assaulted and desperately looking for work to do, seeing the masons and carpenters stunned.

　　 After all... they have never seen a serf working so hard.

As a result, the serfs showed a strong enthusiasm for labor under the double stimulation of honor and reward, especially the third production team headed by Krell. It was a great ride and won the throne of the best production team for many consecutive days. .

　　 However, when a team called the ninth production team suddenly broke in, the painting style on the construction site... gradually became a little strange.

　　 "For the God of Light! Labor reform, start with me!"

　　 "Atonement! Atonement!"

　　 Every morning, the serfs who were still asleep would be awakened by the roar of the plaza outside the door.

Shabi personally led the team and inspired the gangsters of the ninth production team with words: "Look at where you are now. If it weren't for your conversion to the great God of Light, wouldn't you have a chance to get out of the cold and gloomy? In the dungeon, Lord Bruno, Lord Idar, has provided you with the opportunity to atone for your sins. Now, it’s time to exchange labor for the forgiveness of the God of Light!"

　　 "Atonement! Atonement!"

　　 Thinking of the dungeon that Shabi was talking about, the gangsters at the scene shuddered. It was just... a nightmare day...

　　 Thinking of this, the faith in their hearts became more and more determined, for the **** of light!

"Although you are burdened with heavy sins, you are still civilians. Therefore, it stands to reason that you should be paid for your wages. But...In order to alleviate your sins as soon as possible, Lord Bruno decided to give you what you deserve. The wages are selflessly donated, so that more people can feel the care of the God of Light..."

　　 At this time, a pious **** suddenly raised his hand: "Report!"

　　 "Say it!"

　　 "Can donating money alleviate my sins?"

　　 "Naturally, it is possible." Sabi nodded naturally.

　　 "There is still some money in the villain's house, which is the protection fee collected from the street before. I am willing to contribute them to the great God of Light to alleviate my sins!"

"Wow!" Shabi did not hesitate to praise his words: "If everyone thinks this way, how can there be a place like a dungeon in this world! These money... are all sins, the root of all evil, will It is difficult for the brilliance of the God of Light to descend into the world. Lord Bruno is an aristocrat who is blessed by the God of Light. I believe he will grit his teeth and accept these ugly money and purify them with his pure faith..."

　　 "I want to donate too!"

　　 "I donate too!"

　　 "I have no money...may I donate my house..."

　　 Shabi waved his hand, motioned everyone to be quiet, and said: "These donations are not in a rush. Don't forget, why are we here for?"

　　 "Atonement! Atonement!"

　　 "If this is the case, then go to work! Use your hands to repay the grace of the God of Light!"

Blair and the others looked at this team dumbfounded. They specialize in hard work, no hard work, no work points. Even though they can get white bread and fish soup every time, they selflessly give them to the second place. The team then snatched the brown bread that was originally from the bottom.

　　 The ninth production team...what kind of group exist!

　　...

　　 Along the way, the lead guard officer Sam Layton has been emphasizing with Andy that he is the guard of Earl Sauron.

　　 So, when approaching the Hanging Garden construction site, these Count Sauron's guards who deliberately broke into the Idar zone were scared away by an Idar army.

　　 Although these "Earl Sauron's guard cavalry" fled in the direction of the Idar camp, Master Andy and the group can only accept the fact that they were "saved" by the great Idar Lord Bruno.

　　 Idar Lord Bruno warmly entertained the master engraver beside the construction site, and then very tactfully expressed the horses and soldiers that the Idar people had lost in order to save themselves.

　　 So Master Andy had a cordial and friendly exchange with Bruno and reached a broad consensus on related issues.

　　 Andy and his seven apprentices happily accepted Bruno’s invitation to participate in the construction of the sky garden with a monthly commission of ten gold coins.

　　 After Bruno left, Master Andy sat in his room a little glum. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 "This is simply kidnapping! It's like a bandit!" Master Andy complained.

　　 "Teacher, you calm down..." the apprentice Goode on the side quickly comforted.

"Huh! I will definitely not carve statues and decorations for this barbaric lord!" Master Andy vowed, "It just so happens that you haven't practiced for a while, let's see what he wants us to carve, and leave it to you whatever you want. Just practice your hands."

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 After knocking on the door, the stonemason White Barrell, who was in charge of the construction of the sky garden, walked in with a roll of parchment drawings.

　　 "Master Andy!" he said respectfully.

"You are…"

　　 "I am the mason in charge of this construction site, my father Rowood Barrell, who was once the cousin of the neighbor of your friend's disciple." White Barrell said.

　　 "Oh... that's the case, then you are here..." Master Andy rolled his eyes, and there was something messy.

　　 "I'm here to send you drawings, there are statues and decorations that need to be carved."

　　 "Just put it here..." Master Andy said casually.

　　After White Barrell left, Master Andy gave a cold snort, and opened the parchment scroll somewhat agitatedly: "I will never carve anything here..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Andy's eyes widened.

　　 "This... this is... such a magnificent and exquisite building... If you can participate in the construction, this life will be worth it..."

　　 "Don't intervene... This time, I have to finish the carving by myself..."

　　 After all, Master Andy jumped up from the seat and went to the exploration and construction site in person.