Chapter 35: Rolling Bolt Workshop
The meeting ended, and Brandon returned home dragging his body exhausted from practicing anger.
Brandon's house is the most common type of building in the lower city. The exterior structure is made of thick stones, which looks a bit mottled after years of baptism. The wooden roof is covered with a layer of moss and vines unique to the seaside. .
The structure inside the house is also very simple. The main space at the entrance serves as the living room and kitchen, with some simple furniture and decorations. The room going inside is separated by a curtain and is arranged into two bedrooms.
The larger one belongs to Brandon's parents, and the smaller one belongs to him. There is not much space, and there is not much room left after placing a soft single bed.
Both of Brandon's parents went to their respective workplaces during the day, and when he returned, the house was quiet.
Two pieces of soft bread, a piece of fried egg, and a glass of warm milk were left on the table.
Smelling the sweet aroma of golden bread, Brandon felt hungry in his belly.
After sitting at the dining table and devouring his food, Brandon looked at the date on the calendar hanging on the wall. Brandon let out a long yawn and stood up helplessly.
"The evil goblin plutocrats, they should all be hanged from the street lamps in the harbor!"
Even though I had just stayed up all night, I had to suppress my sleepiness now.
Because he had to rush to the goblin workshop where he worked.
He really wanted to quit his job now and change his career to register as an adventurer and travel around the continent.
But he is really short of money!
The training of warriors is also very expensive.
Which weapons and armors are free of charge?
The God of Knowledge can give him knowledge, but he cannot directly conjure equipment for him.
Those commissions from adventurers that can make money are all risky!
We are not strong enough and have poor equipment. If we are single-handedly killed by monsters in the wild as soon as we go on an adventure, wouldn’t it be a loss of blood!
Brandon planned.
During this period, he worked harder, working during the day to make money, and at night, following the guidance of the God of Knowledge, he continued to practice controlling his anger.
When he officially becomes a level 1 warrior, it almost happens to be the day when wages are paid. He will give the goblin boss of the goblin workshop who is desperate for money a middle finger and tell him that he is quitting!
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Yawning all the way, Brandon walked through several small streets and walked to a building called "Rolling Bolt Workshop".
Many large and small workshops in the lower city of Greenport were invested and built by goblins.
Raw materials from all over the mainland are processed into various commodities in the lower city of Greenport, and then transported to various places on cargo ships to earn huge profits.
Although these green dwarf goblins themselves have little fighting power, accumulating wealth to a certain extent and relying on spending money to hire bodyguards and purchase various "goblin engineering" self-defense products is a strength in itself.
According to the rules of "Gungun Bolt Workshop", arriving late and leaving early will be regarded as absenteeism for the day;
Workers will have six days off and one day off, from nine in the morning to six in the evening, regardless of food or accommodation, and will not be held responsible for work-related injuries.
The conditions are harsh, the workload is higher than other places, and the environment is particularly harsh.
If it weren't for the fact that the remuneration promised by this goblin workshop was much higher than that of other workshops run by humans, Brandon would not come here to work at all.
The ogre overseer sitting at the door was checking the identities one by one according to the portraits.
"Hmm...let me see."
"You look similar to the portrait, so you should be..."
"Brandon!"
"Brandon! Your workstation today is in the second row, sixth from the left."
Brandon's face darkened and he cursed softly.
"Asshole!"
This ogre overseer was hired by the owner of Gungun Bolt Workshop, and he named himself "Dum".
The word is the ogre pronunciation of "wisdom."
Doom always thought that he was a wise man among ogres.
Because he can read. In fact, this guy's pronunciation of Common Language is completely half-baked, and he can make nine out of ten pronunciation mistakes.
For example, to this day Doom thinks Brandon's name is pronounced Brandon!
Not being as knowledgeable as a fool, Brandon calmed down and stepped into the workshop.
The smell mixed with the smell of sweat, engine oil, grease, and metal rust hit your face instantly.
Brandon was accustomed to the strange smell. He walked to his empty workstation and sat down. He skillfully picked up the tools on the workbench and started polishing the bolts.
His job content is quite simple.
The rough-machined bolts are hand-ground to the appropriate size according to the required specifications.
Wages are calculated based on the number of units completed and are settled on the first day of each month.
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Because he stayed up all night practicing how to control his anger and was not mentally alert during the day, Brandon's polishing efficiency declined.
After working all morning, his output was less than half of his normal output.
After finally getting through the short break at noon, I saw a small man squeezing over from the work station next to him and winking at him.
"What's going on, Brandon? I didn't see you inside the Pig's Head Bar playing cards last night. Why were you there?"
"Looking at your listless look, you must have gone to Rose Lover's to have some fun, right?"
"Your physical strength is not good enough!"
"You keep saying that you will become a famous warrior in the mainland in the future, and then you lose all your strength in just one night?"
Brandon immediately cursed angrily.
"Fuck your shit!"
"I know you're a dog and you can't say anything nice."
"You are so talented! I have a very strong body!"
"Let me see, I will become a real first-level warrior in two days. Then I will become an adventurer. I will be so famous that I can earn my reputation wherever I go!"
"Just continue to eat in this wretched place and wait to die!"
The other person is Brandon's co-worker. The two usually have a good relationship. They often find a place to drink, play cards and brag together after work.
He was in a similar situation to Brandon, because he had no hope of becoming a professional, so just like most people in the downtown area, he found a place to work.
After working for a few years, I have almost saved enough money, and I am considering returning to the Kingdom of Leyak to find a small town to buy a house and settle down;
After all, although the environment in the lower town of Greenport is poor, the wages of labor are still higher than those in Leyak. The average town in the Kingdom of Ke is much higher.
Hearing Brandon's words, the co-workers thought it was another statement like "He will become a great legendary warrior in the future" that Brandon talks about every day.
Just as he was about to make some jokes, Brandon was stunned for a moment. .
The next moment, Brandon suddenly started lowering his head with great motivation and continued to polish the bolts!
The co-worker was stunned: "What's going on?"
According to their usual habits, they usually don't work too much for a second. When the break bell rings, they will immediately put down the work at hand.
Brandon kept moving his hands and replied without raising his head: "You know what a fool!"
"That's because I just suddenly realized that grinding bolts is actually a very meaningful labor!"
The co-workers' curiosity immediately aroused.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong with you, Brandon, there's something wrong with you!"
"What's going on? I'm not a good friend anymore. Please share it quickly!"
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(End of chapter)