Chapter 419: I Want to Test My Luck Against Yours, and My Life That’s Worse Than Death is the Stakes!
Grayman didn’t know that his relationship issues had already reached Governor Murphy’s desk. In fact, he was indeed very troubled right now.
At dawn the next day, a dejected Grayman led another group of foren from the Stonemason Guild to the northern prisoner-of-war camp to collect workers.
Compared to his gloomy face, those workers who were urgently promoted to foren behind him were all extrely excited. They were the local brothers who had been building houses and doing earthwork with Grayman and Bricklayer at the Crimson Citadel since the beginning. Even when Kadman City still existed, these guys were at the bottom of society.
They never thought they would have a chance to beco officials.
Although the official foreman position in the Stonemason Guild was just entry-level in the Transia civil service system, and this position didn’t even have formal establishnt, for these local brothers who had always lived in poverty and only recently could afford food and new housing, it was already unimaginable preferential treatnt.
For the Stonemason Guild, an organization established not long ago, promoting these workers who were still learning and becoming literate to foren was also sothing they had no choice about.
Now Transia was short of people everywhere, and the construction tasks were so heavy that Old Chen had to occasionally act as a construction site supervisor.
The few carefully cultivated foren were now “governing their own territories,” building more residential and production areas according to Old Chen’s planning.
However, the reason why the entire Stonemason Guild was progressing so quickly was not only due to the expansion and the upgrade iteration of spirit energy construction techniques but also because Grayman and Bricklayer finally created “cent” not long ago.
Yes!
They figured out otherworld cent.
Although the formula was completely different from the reality, its effect was almost identical. With the help of that mysterious girl “MoeHaha” from the Silver Moon team who hadn’t been online for several days, the Stonemason Guild finally didn’t need to bring a spirit mage everywhere they went.
However, the sense of achievent brought by this “technological breakthrough” couldn’t make Grayman feel more comfort.
He was really troubled right now.
“Hey, what took you so long to get here!”
When they arrived at the temporary military camp, or prisoner-of-war camp, which had already taken initial shape after one night of construction by 50,000 people, Bricklayer imdiately ca up and transferred a roster’s information to Grayman’s computation bead, saying:
“I’ve already sorted out more than 1,000 laborers who have previous house-building experience. You should quickly have soone take them away. The atmosphere here has beco sowhat unsuitable after just one night. Those damn Goldflower officers handed over the people to us and then washed their hands of it. Nearly a hundred people escaped just last night.
Maxim is already very angry. He sent his soldiers out to track them down.
I estimate that if these bastards keep causing trouble, the Winged Cavalry will soon step in to suppress them.
Hiss, just thinking about it is exciting.
Eh?
Why do you look like you’re attending a funeral?
What’s wrong?
Did soone kick you in the nuts?”
“Don’t ntion it, I’m so annoyed.”
Grayman appeared completely spiritless. Wearing formal architect ceremonial clothes and a coat, he waved for his subordinate newly promoted foren to quickly go collect people, while he sat down heavily in a chair in the temporary tent.
After only he and Bricklayer were left in the tent, he finally poured out his troubles to his brother:
“Yesterday afternoon, I had an argunt with the Palen sisters.”
“Ah?”
Bricklayer, who was carefully examining the construction drawings, was stunned for a mont, then asked in surprise:
“Why did you argue? Aren’t the three of you as close as conjoined people? You always stubbornly say there’s nothing special between you, but I feel like you accompanying them is just like being with girlfriends. I thought you were going to be a warm guy in the otherworld, how did your relationship suddenly break down?”
“Sigh, your description really makes angry but… warmth caused trouble.”
Grayman had an expression of speechless questioning to the heavens. He took off his precious glasses and rubbed his eyes, saying:
“Delia and Mia went to attend their mother’s birthday party and sohow got drunk, coming back reeking of alcohol.
While I was taking care of them, I was suddenly forcefully kissed by Delia, and most frustratingly, Mia saw it. The two sisters started arguing, and sohow while arguing they turned their anger towards .
They insisted on asking who I liked more.
How am I supposed to answer that?”
“So? How did you answer?”
Bricklayer beca interested upon hearing such explosive gossip. He stopped looking at the drawings and pulled over a small stool to sit next to Grayman, squinting his eyes at his good brother.
He asked:
“Don’t tell you told them ‘you are both my wings’? Hey, that’s just asking to get beaten up.”
“Of course not! Do you think my emotional intelligence is that low?”
Grayman rebuked, then deflated and said quietly:
“I told them I saw them as friends.”
“F**k!”
Bricklayer couldn’t hold back anymore and exclaid:
“I always thought you just didn’t like talking, I didn’t expect you to be such a master of low emotional intelligence! They’ve already made it so clear, and you still co with this line. It’s really a miracle you weren’t beaten to death. What kind of friends do you think they are, my eyes aren’t blind!
If our dicks weren’t under Governor Murphy’s control, I bet you would have turned into a beast by now. Where else can you find such good girls in reality?
They help you wash clothes and cook food, and work hard to learn from you and view you as a ntor. Tsk tsk, if I hadn’t entered the ga late, how would there be any chance for you?
Heaven pitied you being a single dog and bestowed two perfect paper wives upon you, but I didn’t expect you little bastard to not follow the script, actually spitting out the food that heaven fed to your mouth.
Impressive, really impressive!”
“Shut up, I’m very troubled right now.”
Grayman painfully rubbed his face and sighed:
“Last night the sisters sent people to give an ultimatum. If I don’t give them an answer, they’re going to follow Lady Palen to the Genoa Peninsula, and probably won’t co back for several years.
And several knight escorts from the Bataxin Chamber of Comrce threatened , saying if I dare to make the young ladies heartbroken, I should expect to be ambushed.
I’m so wronged!
I clearly didn’t do anything.”
“Ah, who told my brother to be so handso?”
Bricklayer seed to be comforting but was actually enjoying the drama intensely. He smiled brightly while pouring a cup of tea for his brother, and quietly asked:
“So here’s the question, between the quiet and elegant big sister Delia and the passionate and proactive younger sister Mia, which one do you actually like? You can’t keep stringing them along, you have to give them an answer. Although we can’t take the next step in our current state, isn’t raising paper wives all about achieving platonic love?
How wonderful.
Quick, tell , who do you actually like?”
Faced with Bricklayer’s pressing questions, Grayman sat woodenly playing dead, until he got annoyed enough to shout in self-abandonnt:
“I want both of them, okay? Bastard, stop asking!”
“Damn! Impressive!”
Bricklayer, who had a girlfriend in reality and was already at the stage of discussing marriage, gave a thumbs up and exclaid:
“My brother has grown up!
Never even held a girl’s hand in reality, but wants to embrace two in the ga, impressive! Otakus always think ‘I want them all’, but listen to so advice from soone experienced.
Brother, you can’t even handle one.”
“Sigh, what’s the use of saying this now? They’re already leaving.”
Grayman lanted endlessly.
Just as Bricklayer was about to offer so comfort, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the tent, seemingly people arguing loudly and soone shouting “beat that bastard to death with a shovel.”
This made Bricklayer’s expression change, and he imdiately stood up grabbing his utility belt and rushed out, with Grayman following closely behind.
They knew this was the new appointed foren getting into conflict with the laborers.
This kind of thing wasn’t rare even on construction sites in reality, let alone in Transia which was still under dieval social rules. The regional conflicts here would only be more intense.
However, while Grayman and Bricklayer thought their foren had started the trouble, when they arrived at the scene they found the problem wasn’t on their side.
The laborers who had already been selected by Bricklayer were hiding far away and completely uninvolved in this small-scale chaos. Instead, it was a group of guys wearing Goldflower Kingdom border guard uniforms who were confronting the Stonemason Guild foren.
One of the old foren being supported by others already had a bloody head and was receiving bandaging. At this mont neither side had weapons, but how could the strong-willed Transians take this kind of insult?
Those Stonemason Guild workers had already picked up stones and sticks from the ground, glaring fiercely at these troublemaking soldiers before them. However, this was in the border guard’s temporary military camp, so they definitely had the advantage in numbers.
Moreover, Grayman suspected this conflict was deliberately instigated, because after the conflict started, many people with hostile looks gathered from all directions.
“Damn, the Bataxin City incident is repeating.”
Bricklayer gripped the revolver at his waist and said quietly:
“I heard Lumina bragging that they encountered the sa thing in Bataxin City before. These soldier thugs are all arrogant and know they’re being sent as cannon fodder, so they have no intention of obeying.
Previously Sir Maxim used so thods to suppress it, but there are too many people here. Once 50,000 people riot, they can turn into Linden Wan in minutes.”
“What’s there to be afraid of! We have soldiers.”
Grayman was very irritated right now.
Seeing these thugs delivering themselves to his doorstep, he showed an expression of wanting to quickly cut through the ss. He grabbed the flare gun beside him and was about to fire it to summon the nearby Winged Cavalry to suppress the riot.
Heh, under the iron hooves of the Winged Cavalry, even the more savage and brutal gnolls were just at on the chopping block, let alone these thugs who knew nothing but acting tough.
Moreover, given the grudge between the Winged Cavalry and the Pioneer Army, once Knight Valand received the order, Grayman believed the fate awaiting these Goldflower thugs could only be a massacre worthy of recording in Transia’s history books.
The mountain folk may be simple, but their thods of dealing with enemies could make even the most brutal vampires feel inferior in comparison.
“Don’t!”
Seeing Grayman about to fire the flare, Bricklayer quickly reached out to press it down.
He said in a deep voice:
“Old Chen’s planning relies on these people to implent. If you kill them all, who will build roads and bridges? Do you really want to mix mortar yourself?
Don’t be impulsive, impulse is the devil!
This batch of laborers is very important for Governor Murphy and our cause.”
“Then what do you suggest we do? These bastards who don’t understand Transia’s rules are here specifically to cause trouble.”
Grayman said through gritted teeth:
“How can we Transians take this insult? Just beat them up and be done with it!”
“Tsk, this shows how young you are.”
Bricklayer snorted and said:
“With thugs, you need to show that you’re more vicious than them, understand? It’s just like a gang fight, you think they’re not afraid because we’re afraid?
No!
They’re more afraid.
The rule of gang fights is that the more people there are, the less likely they are to fight, because the consequences are sothing they can’t bear.
So we just need to overwhelm them with montum and this matter will be much easier to handle.
Watch !”
Bricklayer adjusted his collar and stepped forward, shouting:
“What are you all arguing about! Why is there bloodshed? Who struck first? Step out yourself to receive twenty lashes and this matter will be considered over!”
“Who the f**k are you!”
The officer causing trouble opposite wore his uniform crookedly and reeked of alcohol. The burly man looked disdainfully at this scholarly figure before him and rudely provoked:
“Has Transia run out of n? How co they let a little fatty who hasn’t even grown hair co to manage things? Go go go, go drink milk. I want to discuss our treatnt with your superior. I heard you want to take our brothers to build roads and dig ditches?
F**k!
We were sent by King Louis to assist you in fighting. Not giving preferential treatnt is one thing, but how can you make us do such lowly work!
We are professional soldiers!
How can we go dig ditches?
Are you Transians looking down on us?
If you’re going to do this, I’m not playing anymore. I’ll take my brothers ho right now, leave you to fight the gnolls alone, then co back to collect your corpses.”
“Nice! First ti I’ve seen soone describe ‘cowardice and fear of battle’ so eloquently. You’re really quite talented! So it turns out you just wanted to create so friction to give yourself a reasonable excuse to run away. I overestimated the brains of you soldier thugs.
As expected of the arrogant Goldflower people, you’re not worthy to even tie the shoes of us Transians in either courage or sches. Such goods as you would just be a burden even if you really went to the battlefield.”
Bricklayer cursed contemptuously, making the thugs’ anger surge.
But before they could explode, Bricklayer suddenly changed his tone. He coughed once, pulled out the revolver at his waist, and under their gaze ejected the six bullets from the cylinder. Then he took out a round loaded with combustion gold and put it in, then skillfully spun the cylinder.
He said:
“Let’s play a ga. You think you’re very powerful and brave, right? Co prove it! If you end up surviving, then letting you leave isn’t a big problem.”
As he spoke, Bricklayer smiled and pressed the gun against his own temple while the soldiers watched in shock. He showed a mocking smile and shouted:
“Transia is the ho of warriors! Cowards cannot survive here. You bunch of idiots, let’s see who Lady Luck will favor tonight! Not to brag, but my luck is-BANG”
Before Bricklayer could finish speaking, his entire head exploded as he pulled the trigger.
The terrifyingly powerful combustion gold bullet entered through his temple and blew off half his head, spraying red and white matter that scared the crude officer speechless. Then the headless corpse fell straight down in the gunsmoke.
The entire area fell into mysterious silence at that instant.
Not only were the Goldflower Kingdom thugs scared, even the Stonemason Guild foren were startled.
They had only heard before that Governor Murphy’s warriors were crazy, but didn’t expect them to be crazy to this extent.
Grayman painfully covered his eyes.
Through his fingers he saw Bricklayer’s feet, who had killed himself, still twitching from nerve response. As he took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The thug leader who was just acting tough imdiately stamred an explanation:
“Hey! You saw it, right? This has nothing to do with ! We didn’t kill your man, he killed himself.
F**k!
Has Transia run out of people?
Why find a bunch of lunatics to manage us?”
“Sigh, I know, I know, this has nothing to do with you, no need to worry that soone will co after you.”
Grayman bent down and picked up the bloodstained revolver, opened the cylinder and put in five bullets, then closed it with a click and spun it once.
Feeling extrely troubled, he felt he should return to reality to calm down, and now was the best opportunity.
So under the officer’s dumbfounded gaze, Grayman aid the gun at his own temple, and with a strange smile looked at him saying:
“My brother is dead, now it’s my turn to play with you. What he said earlier was true, if you can all survive this ga, you can safely return to your holand. We Transians keep our word.
Click-”
Grayman pulled the trigger.
The sound of the hamr hitting empty rang out from the barrel, making him curse his bad luck in his heart. Damn it, he chose the one empty chamber out of six.
He really was unlucky!
Today was indeed his unlucky day. The scholarly architect sighed.
In a silence more terrifying than a graveyard, he handed the gun – now loaded with five bullets and guaranteed to kill soone on the next trigger pull – to the now trembling thug across from him.
He looked at the other with a calm gaze of being dead inside, as if looking at a corpse that was still moving.
He said:
“Co on, Goldflower warrior, it’s your turn to test your luck. Don’t be afraid, maybe the next bullet is a dud? We can’t deny that possibility exists, right?”
“F**k! I’m not playing anymore!”
The thug didn’t take the gun at all, cursing loudly:
“You Transians are all a bunch of lunatics, but we’re not! We’re normal people, I will obey-”
“Who gave you such freedom bordering on arrogance that you can decide not to play?”
Maxim’s cold voice rang out from behind.
With the sound of blood wings flapping in the wind, the midnight general descended from the sky gripping his black blade, holding in his hand more than ten heads tied together of deserters who had escaped last night.
As fresh blood dripped to the ground, the monster general’s gaze fixed on the thug who was fearfully retreating, and he said:
“Transia has already lost one precious life because of your stupidity. You started the conflict but when it ends is for us to decide. Since you were all so confident in wanting to provoke us, I assu you’ve prepared yourselves for eternal rest. If so, I’d be happy to escort you on your path to hell.
Everyone will know this lesson!
And this is the final aning that your aningless life can express. Take it!
I said, take that gun!
Then, pray to your god and your pathetic fate.”
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