Chapter 44 The man in the iron sheet

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 44 The man in the iron sheet

For people whose souls are immortal and can be reincarnated, death is not the most terrifying thing.

The death of the body is just because the soul has lost its temporary residence, and they are waiting to wake up again.

Under the guidance of this line of thinking, the warriors of the Golden Tree are exceptionally brave and fearless of death, and the people of the Golden Tree will all return to the tree safely.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, the most taboo and frightening things are death as if the soul is scattered, or the soul being imprisoned and unable to return to the tree.

Just like a tree has strong vitality and a long lifespan, the power stored in the giant tree is huge, but it is still afraid of a small fire.

Seeing the dark red vortex on Wuming's hand, seeing the Kaidan mercenary being stuffed into another person's soul, everyone present understood one thing.

The man in iron skin in front of me can control his soul.

He can transfer the soul, tear the soul into pieces, or imprison the soul somewhere forever.

Realizing this, the few Kaidan mercenaries who were still stubborn and had not yet surrendered immediately knelt down.

No one wanted to die so hard that they simply lost their will to resist and trembled.

Even the Wuming employees in the Ailei Church looked at Wuming with strange fear.

The few Kaidan mercenaries who finally surrendered said tremblingly:

"We are willing to surrender and respect you as our master."

Wuming didn't care that the scene was strangely quiet. He saw the Kaidan mercenaries surrendering and expressed great satisfaction:

"As long as you are willing to surrender, follow me and you will have meat to eat."

The Kaidan mercenaries all breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

I originally thought I was just bullying a small caravan, but I didn't expect to encounter a monster beyond my imagination.

They were originally free men on horseback, but now that their horses are gone, they can only be slaves and servants.

Wuming hummed a little tune and selected the strongest horses to put in front of the chariot.

Now there are eight horses in front of the golden chariot, all of them are fat and strong.

After packing up his carriage, Wuming asked the mercenaries:

"Okay, since you have admitted defeat, let's talk about the next important question - how much salary do you want?"

"Salary?" the mercenaries asked suspiciously, "Do you slaves still get paid?"

"You originally wanted to be slaves without wages." Wuming said, "That's easy to say——"

"No, no, no, we don't want to be involved." He reacted quickly and quickly denied it.

"If you don't want to be a job, you won't get paid." Wuming said, "I heard that you robbed me of a lot of money?"

The mercenaries lowered their heads:

"This... we have spent all the money."

If these people could save money, they would not live on horseback. Barbarians have always spent it when they have money, make money when they have spent it, and rob when they cannot make money. Burning, killing, and looting are what they have learned since they were born.

The first required course.

Wuming thought for a while:

"You should be security guards. You will be responsible for guarding my store. Your salary will be the same as that of an Immortal. You will receive money when you repay my debts. Normally, you will share the same table with the mixed breeds and you will have the same food."

"With hybrids?" The mercenaries were a little angry.

These people also have a deep-seated disdain for hybrids.

Hybrids are born slaves, and if they eat the same food as hybrids, they are still treated like slaves.

The mercenaries thought angrily: This armored man said he didn't treat them as slaves, but he didn't get any wages, and he still sat at the table with a mixed race. He was still a slave.

But they didn't dare to say anything. After all, they were originally expected to be slaves, so they couldn't be worse off.

Wuming looked at the reluctant mercenary:

"You don't want to?"

Nonsense, you still need to ask? The mercenaries cursed Wuming in their hearts for not having common sense.

"No, I don't dare to have an opinion." They replied.

"If you have any opinions, just say it." Wuming said, "Only when employees are willing to give positive feedback can we make progress."

Wuming said: "You don't want to eat the same food as the mixed breeds?"

The mercenaries looked at each other and nodded cautiously.

Wuming said: "That's easy, just sit at the table with the Immortals."

Immortals...

The mercenaries thought about it and were immediately relieved.

Most of the immortals are the former golden people, that is, ordinary civilians.

From being treated as slaves to being treated as civilians, they were satisfied.

"Work hard and I won't treat you badly." Wuming put down these words and returned to the Ailei Church.

That night, a banquet was held at Ailei Church.

Wuming did not return for two months. In order to celebrate his return, to welcome Topps, and to celebrate overcoming another crisis, a grand banquet was held in the church.

The mercenaries were also lucky enough to participate in the event, but when their dishes were served, they found that almost all of them were vegetarian.

"I obviously smell the smell of meat, where's the meat?" These barbarians who were used to eating meat looked around.

I saw the hybrids feasting on dishes cooked by Wuming himself and added with precious spices.

"What's going on?" The barbarians were dumbfounded, "We agreed to have a meal with the Immortal?"

They immediately went to see the meals of the immortals.

It is indeed a vegetarian dish.

"What's the situation? What's the situation?" The mercenaries were confused.

They plucked at the food on their plates to see if there were any expensive dishes they didn't recognize.

The conclusion is that it's all cheap vegetables, with just some lard as a garnish.

"What's going on?" The mercenaries finally couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed an immortal, wanting to know more about it.

The Immortal had a conflict with the mercenaries a few hours ago and did not like them.

"What's going on?" the Immortal asked impatiently.

"Why are these meals all vegetarian?" the mercenary asked.

"Who are we?" the immortal asked.

"Immortal?" the mercenary was puzzled.

The Immortal patted his belly:

"Two months ago, my intestines were still a piece of rag, and they would even leak out when I ate. My body hasn't recovered very long now, so of course I eat something light and easy to digest."

The mercenary was speechless, choked for a moment, and pointed at the hybrid:

"How can they eat meat?"

"They are hunters and do manual labor." The Immortal said, "What the boss wants is to eat more if the work is heavy. When you are full, you can work better."

"They are hybrids..." the mercenaries murmured.

"I'm just an Immortal." The Immortal glanced at them, "I'm not qualified to get help from witches."

He took a bite of the dish, chewed it carefully, and savored it slowly:

"Just be content with what you have. You are lucky to be able to taste food again."

For immortals who have just recovered, vegetables are already a delicacy, but for mercenaries who are accustomed to eating meat and drinking alcohol, this is obviously not a treat.

But this was what they asked for, and in the end they could only put a sad face and stuff the vegetables into their mouths.

At least the cooks are good at cooking, they comforted themselves.

Although there was no meat, since it was a banquet, there was wine.

Several immortals brought several jars filled with clear liquid.

This is not actually wine, it is a kind of water made by the Immortals by mixing the Artilia leaves and water lilies they collected into the water.

It can replace ordinary alcohol in many effects.

The mercenaries asked for more drinks, drinking heavily to relieve their melancholy mood.

But emotions are emotions, and depression cannot be relieved. Some barbarians soon become confused under the instigation of drinks and start to stir up trouble.

The fear engraved in their souls prevents them from making unnamed troubles. The immortals are quiet, while the hybrids never leave their bodies when eating meat.

They set their sights on Burke.

"Why is there a demi-human here?" The barbarians were drinking and provoking around Burke.

As the only demi-human in the Airei Church and with a small stature, Burke did not dare to resist and suffered silently.

"I heard that demi-humans have bad minds, is it true?" Manzi laughed, "I heard that you all use your staffs as sticks, is it true?"

Burke murmured: "We can also use magic, but we forget it when we are emotional."

"If you forget about your IQ when you are emotional, you are still stupid." Manzi burped, and laughter flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Burke was a coward by nature. Although he was angry, he did not dare to step forward to scratch someone. He could only wrinkle his face in grievance.
To be continued...