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“What are you looking at? Get back to work!”

The observing slaves hesitated for a moment but still picked up their pickaxes and shouldered the rocks, continuing their excavation work.

Only then did Rupert turn his gaze back, looking at Ryder with a vicious look. If it weren’t for the fact that the other man had some medical skills, which could save the Baron a sum of money, such a troublemaker would have been killed by him long ago.

However, after a short contemplation, Rupert quickly came up with an idea and a playful smile appeared on his face.

“I’m not against sparing him, but the mining output of this week has to increase by another ten percent!”

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“The choice is yours!” Rupert said with a ferocious smile.

Ryder clenched his teeth, rage reaching its peak, but Ham was seriously injured, with open wounds and lacerations all over his body. Without treatment, he might really not make it. So, Ryder had no choice but to nod in agreement.

“Right, you’ll have to make up for his work today; otherwise, none of you will have dinner later!” Rupert said loudly, making sure every mining slave present could hear him.

The miners who were initially on Ryder’s side couldn’t help but complain internally, and many even blamed Ryder in secret for meddling in affairs that did not concern him.

The tasks assigned by Rupert before were already extremely heavy; adding another ten percent to the output was practically a death sentence!

Ryder dared not meet the gazes of the crowd. He took out some herbs from his pocket and quickly treated Ham’s wounds as best as he could. The rest was up to fate. Then, without any delay, Ryder picked up the pickaxe, working harder than anyone else.

There were over a thousand mining slaves in this mining area. Though they were one man short without Ham, with Ryder leading by example, everyone worked desperately to secure a meal for dinner.

Rupert also did not dare starve these men for the night over such a trifle, for if it affected the next day’s mining, he would be the one getting scolded.

After a long day’s work, the majority of the miners still received their dinner, a piece of black bread and a broth made from wheat leaves.

It was almost devoid of nutrition and even hard to swallow, but every slave devoured it quickly. The heavy physical labor had made them disregard everything else; they just wanted to stuff their stomachs, as any edible thing seemed like a rare delicacy in their eyes.

However, Rupert was very stingy, providing only enough food to keep them from starving. Some of the miners, who were in extreme discomfort from hunger, even resorted to digging up grass roots from the ground.

Ham, who had slacked off earlier, naturally did not receive any food. Ryder, unable to bear it, gave away his own portion. Ham had looked after him when he first arrived at the mine, and Ryder naturally could not ignore him now.

The crushed wheat leaves mixed with the dark broth slowly poured into Ham’s mouth, allowing the severely injured man to regain a trace of strength, but he shook his head at the black bread that Ryder passed to him.

“This is enough for me.” Ryder pulled open his own bag, which was filled with unidentified herbs. “This is Suzuki grass, which is much tastier than the hard black bread.”

Ham finally reached out and took the small piece of black bread, devouring it hungrily. If he didn’t eat more, it was very likely he wouldn’t survive the night.

Ryder watched Ham eat while stuffing the mouthfuls of suzuki grass into his own mouth. The grass was extremely bitter, and he wasn’t sure if it was edible, but since it could heal wounds, he assumed it must not be poisonous. Anyway, it was better than starving.

Ham quickly crammed the black bread into his mouth, licked the crumbs off his hands, and then began to tremble as he clasped the wooden figure hung around his neck, starting to pray devoutly to the great Lord of the Stars and the Moon Goddess “Aira,” confessing his sins and hardships, and beseeching her to help him make it through the night.

“Uncle Ham, does praying really help?” Ryder couldn’t help but ask.

Many miners in the mines believed in the Goddess “Aira” but a lot of devout believers still died in the last mine disaster, which made Ryder immensely confused.

If that Goddess really existed, and was as holy and compassionate as people said, then why wouldn’t she protect her believers?

“It helps, it will help!” Ham murmured as if in a dream. “This is all a test from the great Lord for you and me. The hardships we suffer in this life will elevate our souls, and after death, we will enter into the Lord’s Divine Kingdom.” @@novelbin@@

“Otherwise, after death, we would fall into endless hell, to be eternally tormented by fire and boiling oil…” Ham said with fear. He didn’t know if the suffering he endured was enough, nor if his devotion could touch the great Goddess “Aira,” but the instinct to survive made him pray, for it was the only thing he could do.

For them, the slaves who had lost their homes due to war and famine, captured and brought to the mines with no future, all they could hope for was to enter the Divine Kingdom after death, to enjoy eternal bliss.

Ryder was blank-faced, having heard similar sermons more than once, but inside he was even more confused.

However, the mine guards didn’t give them the opportunity for a detailed discussion, swinging their whips and urging the miners to quickly go to sleep. Talking to each other late at night was forbidden, and they only had five hours of rest.

Ryder had no choice but to suppress his doubts, lying on the bed made of grass leaves. The exhaustion from a hard day’s mining soon sent him into a deep sleep.

About half an hour later, a guard holding a torch, taking advantage of no one being around, placed an exquisitely crafted ring onto Ryder’s hand.

Meanwhile, in Yiyeta Harbor, in the dean’s office, Lynn also received Ryder’s information in sync.

A boy with a bit of knowledge in herbs, a rebellious spirit, and some prestige among the many miners.

The problem was that he was a bit too young, with insufficient experience, probably unable to cause any major trouble.

But people can be cultivated… Lynn stroked his chin, thinking that since the Magic Domain could emulate a microcosm, then according to the computing power of the AI, replicating some classic historical scenarios should be no problem.

Lynn brought up historical data on various peasant rebellions like the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Wagang Uprising, and Huang Chao Rebellion. There were plenty to choose from, like clearing levels in a game, able to rapidly turn someone into a professional at starting rebellions.

Lynn pulled up the data on the various historical peasant uprisings and decided to start him off with a modified version of the Daze Village Uprising!