"Hey, wait a minute, I didn't mean it." The craftsman who came back to his senses quickly cried.

"Huh, rules are rules."

After the man finished memorizing it, he left without looking back, leaving the craftsman slumped on the ground in despair.

The recruits were frightened when they saw this scene, and the officer on the side noticed their expressions and showed an imperceptible smile.

"Haha, you have all seen it, you must be very careful when working here and don't damage public property, otherwise you will have to pay ten times the money."

The recruits became even more frightened when they heard this. They could not find a job for a while, and their daily lives were not settled. If the iron plate was broken in the military camp, how would they survive?

What's more, they don't know how to forge weapons and can only learn temporarily, but this will inevitably damage the iron pieces.

At this time, the officer continued, "Of course, you don't have to worry too much. The military camp will protect your life no matter what. According to regulations, everyone must work at least twelve hours a day. We do not force overtime, but overtime is definitely required.

The good thing is that if you work overtime for two hours, you will get a meal voucher, and if you work two more hours, you will get an accommodation voucher. In other words, this is equivalent to including food and accommodation, how about it? Isn’t it a good deal? "

"...It's a good deal." Emil complained bitterly in his heart.

At this time, he fully understood that it was difficult for them to find a job to make a living outside, and even if they found it, they would not have time to do it, so the only option was to work overtime in the workshop.

"Hahahaha, indeed

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It's a real deal, don't you think so?" Sion laughed suddenly, but his heart was bleeding.

The recruits gritted their teeth with hatred when they saw Sion's expression. They tacitly regarded Sion as the officer's lackey.

"Then hurry up and everyone can start working. Of course, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask it now and I will answer it patiently." The officer said while narrowing his eyes and smiling.

Emil couldn't help but snorted coldly, thinking that these recruits just had little experience and were not brainless. With his experience, who would dare to ask questions.

Sure enough, all the recruits fell into silence, and the officer waited for a symbolic moment. When no one spoke, he assumed that they all understood and left the workshop directly.

The last soldier to leave closed the door, and you could see from the crack that the door was even locked.

In desperation, the new recruits had no choice but to adapt to the environment as quickly as possible, learn from other craftsmen to burn iron sheets, and then use hammers to beat them.

To be honest, Emil felt at ease when he walked into this workshop and felt at home. He thought of the blacksmith shop in his hometown, which was his favorite place to stay two years ago.

Although he is just a young apprentice, not even the old blacksmith's apprentice, he is already very satisfied. No matter what, he knows that he is working hard for his dream, so he feels extremely at ease.

Now that he is here, he is angry about the current situation in the military camp, but when he hears the sound of blacksmithing, his thoughts seem to go back to the time when he was working hard for his dream.

This reality may be harsh for other people, but it is easy for Emil. He is just a little worried about Sion.

At this moment, he remembered Sion, but found that he was standing there stupidly, his eyes were dull, and his body was trembling.

"What's wrong with you?" Emil suddenly panicked.

"No, it's nothing." Sion's voice was also trembling.

"Do you still want to see me outside like this? Tell me the truth."

"No, I... okay," Sean finally stopped avoiding, he looked into Emil's eyes, "I'm sorry for you, this place is simply hell, but I still let you come, I really..."

"Stop, stop, stop, I'm talking about you," Emil interrupted him and said seriously, "Remember carefully, did you beg me to come? Or did you coerce me? Neither, it's obvious.

I came with you voluntarily, why are you apologizing for leaving me here? You are so pretentious."

"That's true, but..." Sain still felt guilty.

"Stop it, have you forgotten what I used to do? Or is your stupid head rotten and your memory gone?"

Emil spoke more and more harshly, but he was not malicious at all. Of course, Thain could also hear the meaning behind his words.

"Yes, you used to be an apprentice in a blacksmith shop. Isn't this kind of job a piece of cake for you?" Sion suddenly realized.

"Humph, you are smart."

"Then, what are you waiting for? Let's start work as soon as possible." Sion suddenly beamed.

"Start work? Why should I rush to start work?"

"This is our job. You see that officer is so vicious. If we don't work hard, we will definitely be miserable."

"Alas," Emil sighed and continued, "the doors are closed, so you can't see whether we are working seriously, and the officer said that if the iron plate is damaged, you will have to pay for it, so I just don't take advantage of it.

That’ll be fine, don’t you think?”

"Ah this..." After hearing what he said, Sion also discovered a blind spot.

"I really don't understand. These guys are so stupid. They work so hard even though there is no one to supervise them." Emil looked at the craftsmen in the workshop and shook his head in disappointment.

At this time, Sion fell silent. His sudden silence made Emil feel puzzled, so he looked into his eyes and found that he was staring at his back.

Emil's hair suddenly stood up. He turned around suddenly and found someone standing behind him. It was the person who had just issued the ticket to the craftsman.

It was a young man who looked about the same age as them, but more mature, with a ring of stubble around his mouth.

"What's going on with you? Why haven't you started working yet?" the man asked them loudly.

Emil could probably guess his identity, he should be the supervisor of this workshop.

"Uh, well, we don't know how to forge weapons, so we decided to look at other people's first." Emil lied without blushing or beating.

"Tsk, how can this be done? Even if you don't know how, you have to give me a job." The man said embarrassing words seriously.

"Huh? Isn't this intentional to make things difficult for us? If the iron piece is broken..." Sain couldn't help but complain.

"It's none of my business, act quickly! Otherwise, I will remember you for being passive and sabotaging your work, and Mr. Huan will personally punish you when the time comes. Huh, Mr. Huan is not as easy to talk to as I am."

Emil understood that Lord Juan he was talking about was the officer, and thought that he was still too self-righteous. If he could fish, then only fools would work hard, and he had just regarded those people as

Fool.

Now it seems that this weapons workshop is exactly the same as the restaurant yesterday. Could it be that they are all the same people?

"Quick, quick, quick," the man urged, "Today's task is to forge ten long swords. There are no blueprints. You can forge them any way, but they must look like swords. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand." Sion nodded quickly, for fear of upsetting the supervisor.

Emil had no choice but to find a workbench with him and start forging.
Chapter completed!