NOVPUBChapter 1394: 650 Please Sir_4 Chapter 1394: 650 Please Sir_4 It wasn’t long before they encountered a roadblock.
The soldiers guarding it stopped them, but once Victor showed his pass, they were allowed through.
The journey was smooth.
The place was heavily guarded.
Without a pass, they would be shot at before they even got close.
All along the way, Aubree Groove observed the area’s defenses with great care.
Finally, after passing through ten roadblocks, they arrived at a large green tent.
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A line of guards armed with guns stood at the entrance of the tent.
Victor led them inside and they found an officer wearing a beret – Kuhar, the squadron leader of The Tiger Army.
Aubree Groove quickly glanced at the insignia on his shoulder, then lowered her gaze to the ground.
Victor stated their intentions.
Kuhar nodded, “Allegro Kent did contact me earlier, saying that the sea bandits had turned traitor.
He wanted you to bring troops to exterminate them, and that we would join forces if necessary.
Now it seems that these people have brought it on themselves.”
“Yes, after eliminating the sea bandits, Allegro Kent has an even more important task for me.
The date of our next trade is approaching.
He is not at ease and fears there will be a delay in delivering the goods, so he sent me to oversee this.” Victor’s manner was extremely friendly.
Kuhar scrutinized him, seemingly measuring the sincerity of his words.
Victor spoke again, “When I came back, I saw Silver Armor guards from the holy capital in the Divine Temple.
There must have been a major incident there.
I suppose you wouldn’t want to spend the rest of your life on this desolate island, would you?”
Kuhar squinted his eyes.
The other party was reminding him that if he wanted to leave the island and seek better opportunities, he shouldn’t doubt him.
Kuhar quickly laughed, “If that’s what Allegro Kent wants, then I’m relieved.
Guards, show them around.”
Upon leaving the tent, they were given protective face masks. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
After putting them on, they were driven north for about ten kilometers until the car stopped.
This was a cliff at the northernmost end.
The mine was on the cliff.
The miners were working without any safety measures, walking on makeshift platforms on the precipice.
The sound of crashing waves and grating rocks came from the bottom of the cliff.
One wrong step would lead to their death.
There were guards patrolling with guns.
If anyone was caught slacking off, they were warned immediately.
There were two types of workers.
One were the dark-skinned locals who were only covered with bark around their lower bodies, little different from savages.
The other type was those with yellow skin, wearing normal clothes, though holes had been worn through them in many places.
Aubree Groove knew at a glance that it was the uniform of The Rintos’ crewmembers.
Although their skin colors differed, there was no distinction here.
They numbly hauled stones, trading their dignity for the chance to survive.
Many of them had sores on their bodies very similar to what the locals suffered from.
At mealtime, they would climb up the ladder.
Someone would distribute food for them.
No one spoke.
They just bowed their heads and silently ate the tasteless curry rice.
A man with yellow skin suddenly vomited his food and collapsed on the ground, retching.
The soldier supervising them walked over to him, cursed in a string of inaudible words, and then started to beat him up.
No one helped him.
All they could offer were their indifferent and sorrowful gazes.
Just when it seemed like the man was going to be beaten to death, someone shouted, “Stop.”
It was the first time anyone had spoken up against the abuse, so countless pairs of eyes turned towards the source of the voice.
It was an exceptionally thin assault soldier who was accompanying a distinguished guest.
His face was covered by a mask, so no one could recognize him.
The soldier beating the man saw him and gave him the middle finger, a widely recognized insulting gesture.
The assault soldier stepped forward, speaking in fluent Percival Language, “Can you do nothing but bully the weak?
You’re a disgrace to The Tiger Army.
I’m disgusted to have colleagues like you.”
Percival Language was the most difficult language in the world.
None of the workers understood it, but they could tell that this person was speaking up for them.
The assaulting soldier scoffed, “What are you to represent The Tiger Army?”
The assault soldier dropped his gun that he had been carrying and walked forward, “Let’s have a duel representing The Tiger Army.
If you lose, you have to apologize to the man you’ve beaten.”
The soldier who had been beating up the man laughed upon hearing these words.
This guy was courting death.
