CHAPTER 363: CHAPTER 187: SLAUGHTERER (10,000) _4

Given the treatment provided on the territory, unless one is a fool, they wouldn’t consider escaping.

Under the guard’s guidance, Avery and the other two observed the Weng City’s construction on the first floor of the castle.

Though it was somewhat dim, Avery still strained to find the unique features of the Weng City.

After a round of inspection, the three of them left the castle and headed towards the mountain pass.

They were now going to select a site to build a stonemason workshop.

With a stonemason workshop, they could use it as a base to construct various infrastructures, extending their reach further.

All materials needed for provisions had to be transported back and forth from the town, taking several rounds—the vegetables would have wilted by then.

The three walked along the lime road in the farmland.

Lorenzo watched the figure striding ahead, his eyes filled with a hint of envy.

He quickened his steps and came up beside Avery, "Avery, you’re in luck! You’ve been appointed as foreman by the Lord himself!"

Jode also strode up, "Yes, being a foreman means you’re a manager of the territory!"

"Moreover, if the Lord assigns you a few hundred construction workers... wouldn’t that be a sudden rise to prosperity?"

Avery’s brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t show anger and spoke calmly: "Just lucky, that’s all."

Jode agreed, saying, "You indeed hit the jackpot; age-wise, I’m above both of you, and experience-wise, I have thirty years of construction experience..."

"It seems our Lord is also a bit short-sighted!"

Smack!

Just as Jode finished speaking, Avery’s steps suddenly halted.

Without any hesitation, he turned his body and slapped Jode’s face hard.

Perhaps from using too much strength, Jode’s chubby and stubbled face twisted and quivered, and blood with shattered teeth spewed from his mouth.

Jode’s entire body fell sitting on the ground.

He looked at Avery in disbelief, "Damn, have you lost it? You actually hit me?"

As he spoke, Jode tried to stand up.

He barely wriggled a few times before a powerful right leg stepped onto his chest!

Jode widened his eyes staring at Avery, struggling to move Avery’s right foot away.

But no matter how he exerted his strength, he couldn’t move it an inch; a strong sense of gravity and pressure pressed down on him.

Jode questioned: "Avery, have you gone mad? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Avery smirked, retorting to Jode, "I’ve gone mad?"

"Is it me who’s mad, or is it you who’s lost it?"

Avery bent over, looking down at Jode from above.

"You were sold to this land by slave traders, that’s right."

"You can resent the slave traders who sold you here, you can also say I’ve risen to success..."

At this point.

Avery began twisting his right foot on Jode’s chest.

The sudden wave of pain made Jode inhale sharply, sweat pouring from his cheeks.

"But, you shouldn’t eat the Lord’s food, live in the Lord’s house, and speak ill of him behind his back!"

"After more than half a month’s sea transportation, it seems you still haven’t recognized your status and position..."

"The Lord is willing, he can treat you as his townsman; if he’s unwilling, you’re merely his slave!"

"Your life and death are within his thoughts, understand?"

"This time, consider it a warning; if there’s a next time, I won’t hesitate to bind you and present you to the Lord!"

Jode’s face turned pale, hurriedly replying: "Avery, I... I understand, I understand..."

Avery’s brow furrowed, "What did you call me?"

Jode quickly changed his tone, "Master Avery, it’s Master Avery!"

Avery’s gaze shifted to Lorenzo, who stood by, and Lorenzo promptly addressed him, "Master Avery."

Only then did Avery remove his right foot from Jode’s chest, gasping heavily with his mouth wide open.

Looking at Avery standing by, Jode even felt that for a moment, Avery might actually have killed him!

Avery glanced at Jon, "Get up, let’s go accomplish what the Lord has tasked us with!"

Jode struggled to get up, clutching his cheek, "Yes, Master Avery."

Under the distant gaze of the guard, the three of them headed toward the mountain pass.

...

Inside the castle.

Lynn was still seated in the armchair by the fireplace, with a small dish of wild blackberries on the side table next to him.

[Ripe Wild Blackberries]: Tastes sweet and sour, high in vitamins, can be eaten raw or used in baking, etc.

Lynn picked up a few cleanly washed blackberries and put them in his mouth.

As he softly chewed, the sweet and sour taste spread throughout his entire mouth.

Swallowing the blackberries in his mouth, Lynn looked across from him.

The four middle-aged women had anxious expressions on their faces, their hands incessantly wringing in front of them.

Noticing the tension among the four, Lynn spoke, "Tell me, what kind of work did you do before?"

Closest to Lynn, Rachel, with her black mid-length hair, was the first to speak, "Lord, we all used to do weaving for the old Lord..."

"When there was a shortage of clothing, we would weave and produce linen or wool garments."

"At other times, we’d weave armor plates, using hemp or leather cords to weave pieces of iron into armor plates..."