Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

Time passed by in the joy of character recognition and a night of sweet dreams.

The next day, there was the scene at the beginning of the article.

The three Vic continued their busy day, thinking about how to better complete their tasks at night.

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Meanwhile, the Special Confinement Tower.

A uniformed guard arrived at the top of the special prison tower, in front of the office of the top official of the Kingdom on the Bridge.

He gave it three gentle taps.

"Come in."

A middle-aged male voice sounded, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

The guard opened the door and saluted respectfully.

"Excuse me, sir, it's about the recent construction delays."

The officer was none other than the man who presided over the execution that day, named Abra Siegfried.

He was very unhappy about being assigned to this inhospitable place, and usually did not leave his residence at all.

The only thing that makes me feel relaxed and happy is the short meal time.

That's it, I still have to be interrupted from time to time.

Siegfried was sitting lazily on the chair, still holding the cutlery in his hands.

There was a pink phone bug sitting on the corner of the table in front of him, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

There was some food placed in the middle of the table. The tender steaks were from unknown animals. They were cooked to perfection. They were dark red in color, juicy and flavorful, and neatly cut into small mesh-shaped pieces.

The fries on the side are golden in color, crispy and delicious.

There are also two broccoli flowers that are refreshing and soothing, and paired with a slice of lemon to enhance the flavor.

There is also a glass of fragrant red wine on the right hand side.

This is food that ordinary decent people can enjoy outside, but it is difficult to have it here.

It is the ultimate enjoyment in the country of labor!

He was probably having a meal, and was a little unhappy to be interrupted by such a trivial matter.

"what happened?"

"Sir, manpower has been getting tighter and tighter lately, and a group of people have escaped, and they have all been dealt with. If there are no new personnel to add..."

Speaking of this, Siegfried became a little impatient.

Other matters can be delegated to his subordinates, but he has to personally take responsibility for supplementary work.

But 700 years have passed, and even though it was indeed overcrowded at first, the situation has changed now.

There are fewer and fewer sinners, and they are becoming less and less durable in use. They often break before the expiration date.

From the beginning of the previous terms, some additional slaves who were resold had to be added.

When encountering such a good thing and getting an extra income, Siegfried will certainly not show mercy.

But the consequences also came, and there was a serious shortage of manpower.

But he didn't care at all. There weren't enough people. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone could do more?

It's such a small thing to waste your time.

He said carelessly:

"Double the working hours of laborers."

"That's...ok sir."

The guards' faces were full of black marks, and the workers had to work nearly twenty hours a day. How could there be any possibility of doubling that?

After this officer arrived, he ignored everything and had no common sense at all.

But the previous officers were the same, they and the guards were used to it.

He didn't dare to find fault with the superior at all, so he had to raise another issue.

"Sir, there is one more thing."

The guard was a little hesitant. After all, it was really difficult to talk about this matter, so he bit the bullet.

"This month's food is also..."

That's right, this officer didn't even spare the workers the pitiful food they had been deprived of, and wanted to squeeze out some more money.

The guard cursed in his heart, feeling that this officer was more shameless than the previous officers.

He didn't show it at all on his face, and he looked frightened.

Siegfried frowned.

"You have to ask me about such a small thing? Just eat one meal a day."

The guard who heard his words was not surprised at all, but he could not continue to bury his head in the trap this time.

But there was some hesitation on his face:

"However, someone just happened to escape recently. Although some people were shocked after being executed, the workers' negative emotions are getting more and more serious, and the voices opposing the construction of the bridge are also increasing. If they are pushed into a hurry..."

This guard is not a good person for the sake of workers.

But if he really followed the superior's instructions, once something happened, it would be impossible for the workers to escape. He had no doubt about this.

What he was afraid of was that the superiors would be blamed. The superiors could naturally shirk responsibility and attribute all the reasons to subordinates making arbitrary decisions, but he would become the victim.

Originally, this officer was so greedy that he gave his guards much less profit, and now he might become cannon fodder.

How does this make him happy? !

Siegfried was not satisfied with his subordinate's rebuttal. He forked a piece of steak and put it into his mouth slowly.

Feeling the deliciousness of the food, my mood was not so bad anymore, so I patiently explained to this ignorant subordinate:

"There are not many rebels. They can't do anything. If they escape, just kill them."

The guard disagreed.

Of course, sir, it doesn't matter. In fact, he is eager to find some problems and make mistakes.

In this case, he may be transferred out of here.

This was just what he wanted.

As long as it's not here, no matter where you go, can it be worse than now?

But when something goes wrong, someone will always be responsible.

The unlucky ones are the guards.

The guard didn't want to talk now, but he had to bite the bullet and speak.

"Sir, the workers have very little food. If we continue to deduct it harshly... there will probably be a riot."

Siegfried did not understand his worries at all.

I saw the other person talking nonsense several times and looking at him with a strange look.

"Food, food, you care so much about workers? Do you know anyone who is a worker?"

He also showed a smile that every man understands.

"If you like it, just give me some food and play a few more times."

The guard was stunned.

Then his face turned red.I never expected that the commander would have such thoughts.

This has indeed happened before.After all, people who come here, whether they are single or married, cannot bring their family members to the island.

There are only a few days off a year, and I usually rely on magazines. I only bring some women with me when the supply ship comes.

But the quantity is limited and will be divided up quickly.Naturally, some people turned their target to the female workers on the island.

But then it gradually stopped.It’s not that everyone’s quality has improved or their moral standards have gone up.

But the women here are really not that good.

The women who can be transported here are all leftover after selection. Being young and beautiful means more benefits, so naturally they will not be sent to this place to waste.

The rest are all crooked melons and cracked dates, and they are all very old.

It’s not like we haven’t seen women for several years. Since supply ships come every month, naturally no one likes them.

Siegfried was very interested when he first arrived, but he went to the female laborer's residence and left disappointed.

At this time, he said to himself, who does he regard himself as?

The guard felt annoyed.But the other party was his immediate boss, so he could only hold it in.

"My lord, you have misunderstood. There is absolutely no such thing. I am just worried that if we continue to reduce food labor, we will be wasted faster and the construction schedule will be delayed longer."

Siegfried waved his hand.

"What does that matter? Don't worry, there will always be labor."

He picked up the goblet, stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the busy labor scene in the distance, took a sip of red wine and continued:

"In short, just treat labor as disposable tools."