Duke of Grief

"Ugh……"

With a sigh of bitterness, Ein squeezed the bag in his hand, and it felt exactly the same as Dum said.

"Less..."

Dum went to inquire about the news. It seemed that there was a'factory' in the town. The wood was not enough, and the lord recruited more lumberjacks.

Although some lumberjacks were recruited, their work pressure has not been alleviated, and even more.

The more busy work is proportional to the reduced salary. The salaries of the more recruited lumberjacks are taken away from the salary that they had originally had. The lord did not intend to take more money to increase their salary.

Dragging his weary body and carrying an axe, Ain slowly walked to the lumberyard.

These lumberjacks live in logging yards and rarely leave the house. There are still many houses, but the number of people living in them has increased.

The west sun set slowly, hiding behind the mountain, and shortly after entering the lumber yard, after greeting with a few people passing by weakly, Ein seemed to hear Dum's voice.

"...Master Victor, you said there have been a few more people, but there are still so many houses, we...hehe, it's a bit inconvenient to move..."

Victor, the manager of the logging yard, is said to be the steward of the lord's house, so he was able to come here to take care of the matter.

Ain stopped and heard Victor's voice after hearing the wooden house.

"The master didn't order, and we can't pretend to be right?" There was a little embarrassment in the words, but Ein didn't know if he had any difficulty in reaching out to get the money they should have.

A cold wind blew past, causing Ain to shudder.

He is only wearing a linen coat because he is too hot at work, so he takes off his coat. That coat should not be soaked with sweat, otherwise it will not keep warm.

He could only bear the cold wind and let the wind blow away all the sweat on his body, so that he could put on his coat.

This is his only coat, which has been worn for five or six years. Without this coat, this winter will be tough.

"but……"

"Nothing is wrong, everything here belongs to the old man, I can't move these things without the old man's order!"

Victor's voice was very firm, and there was no room for negotiation.

Hearing this, Ain shook his head and left. Anyway, it’s the same. Dum, like him, is also a lumberjack. It’s good to be able to make some comments between the lumberjack and the manager. In addition, What else can be done?

Stepping on the snow, Ain walked back to his residence, and after opening the wooden door, he smelled a pungent sour smell, which was the smell of sweat and feet on the workers.

Just standing for a moment at the door, Ain walked into the house without expression. At this time, with the help of the residual light that penetrated through the gap in the wooden wall, Ain saw that many people had already been lying on his bed. .

Carrying the axe, Ain came to his bed, put the axe down, and then lay on the bed without taking off his shoes.

The wooden bed underneath was still cold, picking up a thin cover that could not even cover half of the body, and Ein closed his eyes.

Very tired, really tired...

Two people were tucked into the house that could only sleep four people. The cabins that didn’t feel very warm or sheltered from the wind suddenly became crowded. Of course, they also became smellier.

With a "squeak", the wooden door was pushed open again, and Ein knew that it was Dum, and everyone except him had returned to the wooden house.

Boom!

"Oh..."

Ain opened his eyes tiredly and saw Dumm sitting on his bed, touching his waist.

"Hi..." Durm took a deep breath, then said casually, "No, that dead fat pig won't build us a new house!"

The snoring in the chalet suddenly froze, then slowly rang again.

Victor is a fat man, but only relatively fat, he is not fat enough than a lord who is really fat like a pig.

But the lord is high, and he will not take money from them, only the fat man Victor.

"...I doubt our salary is still the same, except that the excess fat pig was taken away!"

The cabin was quiet for a while, and Durm complained again.

When he faced Victor, he showed a flattering gesture, but when he came back here, he would ‘talk freely’.

Even if it’s not far from the town, they can’t go back to the town. They have to eat, drink, and sleep in this lumber yard, and there will be night watchmen at night. Victor, of course, just goes back to the town and takes them away The money picked out in his hands went to eat and drink.

However, he complained that he could not solve any problems. The snoring sound in the wooden house was still there, and Ein closed his eyes tiredly, and he was about to fall asleep.

"...I want to hack the dead fat pig!" A cold voice suddenly came from my ear, waking Ain out of confusion.

The tall lumberjack sat up, and the wooden bed beneath him made a loud noise.

But everyone except Dum was not awakened by the loud noise, and soon the snoring slowly filled the crowded wooden house, leaving only Ain and Dum, who were still awake Stare.

Looking at this little man who was two heads shorter than himself, Ain said in a deep voice: "You can't go, you have a sister and nephew at home...you can't go!"

Because this big man like a little giant is his friend, Dum showed a vicious expression that others would never see, "Ain, you would never want to know what the dead fat pig did. What!"

Ain shook his head, "No matter what he does, it has nothing to do with us. Dum, don't be too naive, even if the'dead fat pig' summoned the devil, it has nothing to do with us, if it's gone With this job, we can't support this winter."

"Although there is less money now, we still have to make money. Your sister and nephew are still waiting for your salary. Your brother-in-law is dead. You are the only man in the family. You can't go!"

"But our money is running out!"

Dum growled: "Since last year, we have lost two pieces of copper. If we continue to lose less, either my starvation or my sister and my nephew will starve to death!"

"...But without your salary, your sister and your nephew will still starve to death." Ain shook his head and continued to discourage.

"In short, you can't go!"

Dum was stunned, and after a while, he furiously hit the wooden bed with his fist.

"Sleep, work tomorrow..."

After talking, Ain pulled the thin cover over him, curled up and lay back.

Maybe he felt a little uncomfortable, and he stretched his legs again, but then, his legs dangled... more uncomfortable.

Ain pulled his legs back again, and Dum looked at his big friend like a rabbit~www.wuxiaspot.com~ curled up to try to protect himself, his mouth twitched, and finally closed his mouth and lay down On the bed.

When the moonlight slowly climbed into the sky, and the shimmering light fell into the narrow wooden house with the cold wind, Ain opened his eyes.

He sat up from the bed, groping around his bed with the help of these lights.

Touching the handle of the axe, Ein pressed hard with five fingers and took the axe in his hand.

Someone from Lord Lord’s house will come to check this logging site tomorrow, so Victor will stay here tonight.

The reticent big man pushed open the wooden door. Under the moonlight, his body ricketed, and after exhaling a breath, he took the door.

Stepping on the snow with shallow feet and deep feet, I walked towards another house in the logging field.

‘I can’t stay here anymore, I heard there is a sad wind in the east, go there...’

The next day, when Dum got up, they found that the ‘dead fat pig’ Victor they had always hated was dead, and Ain was gone.