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Just as Brian was donating supplies to the church, on the other side of the city, a shocking riot broke out at Fareena's textile factory.
The incident stemmed from Fareena's brutal exploitation of the overworked Minotaur workers. The Minotaur people, originally large in stature and astonishingly strong, were now pushed to their limits, their eyes bloodshot and their steps unsteady.
The overburdened Minotaur finally stumbled and fell into the roaring Magic machine amidst heavy footsteps.
"Boom!" With a loud noise and blood splattering, the Minotaur died on the spot. The surrounding orcs screamed in terror and retreated, but Fareena, like an emotionless machine, widened his eyes and roared angrily.
"You useless people, who told you to stop? Keep working for me!"
"You lazy bunch, don't think I don't know what you're up to!" Fareena roared.
"I'm telling you, all of you were bought with my money, and your life and death are all up to me! If anyone dares to be lazy, I will make them taste the whip!"
Winter Festival is approaching, and for Fareena, this is a good opportunity to make money.
For every piece of clothing he produces, he can earn an extra penny. Therefore, he controls his time to an almost crazy extent, and even a minute's pause makes him feel extremely distressed.
"Tell the kitchen that the orcs who wanted to go back to bury their dead will have their food supply reduced by 50% per person," Fareena ordered the supervisor with a grim face.
The supervisor hesitated for a moment and said, "But, sir, if we do that, their work efficiency might decrease. Then they might not be able to meet the targets you set, and..."
"Not meet the targets?" Fareena slammed the table and glared angrily.
"What are you all eating? Can't you use a whip? Anyone who dares to be lazy, I'll give them a hard beating! I don't believe they dare not work!"
The supervisor was so scared that he trembled all over, quickly bowed and exited the room. Meanwhile, Fareena continued to sit at the desk, with a greedy and ruthless gleam in her eyes, as if in his world, only money and profit were the most important.
Two days later, the Winter Festival arrived as scheduled.
Otto tightened his worn-out clothes and hurriedly walked on the cold street. The biting cold wind cut across his cheeks like a knife, but his heart was filled with sorrow. It's been a tough year, he hoped next year would be better.
Today is the Winter Festival, and as usual, the church will distribute some food and supplies to help the poor people get through this cold winter.
Otto is no exception. He plans to go to the church to collect some supplies, knowing that the quantity is limited, but it can still relieve some of the pressure of life.
Since the birth of the Magic machine, the number of people recruited by the factory has decreased, leading to a large number of people becoming unemployed. More people are walking to the church on the street than before, as everyone hopes to receive some help on this special day.
Otto couldn't help feeling a little nervous as he looked at the long line ahead.
"Wow, the line is really long. I wonder if we'll still be able to get supplies this year."
The older brother in front of him turned around and said, "I heard that a kind nobleman donated a large amount of supplies this year, even hats and socks. I thought I came early, but I still ended up at the end of the line."
"I hope it's my turn soon, otherwise this winter is just too hard to get through."
Otto nodded in agreement, silently praying for his turn to come. As he looked around, he noticed that everyone's faces were filled with anticipation and anxiety.
These days, life is getting harder day by day, and it's hard to know where it's heading.
Finally, it was Otto's turn. He looked at the pile of hats, gloves, socks, and other supplies in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten. These seemingly insignificant items were the most precious warmth for him this winter.
"Thank the gods," Otto said sincerely. He had not been very devoted to the church before, but at this moment, he genuinely thanked the gods for their blessings.
Feeling the warmth, Otto said again, "Thank the gods, I will come to listen to your teachings often in the future."
Upon hearing Otto's words, the godfather who was distributing supplies in front of him was slightly stunned, and then his face turned slightly red.
But then he returned to normal: "We hope that you come to listen to the teachings from the heart, not because of these supplies," the godfather said gently.
"Also, you should thank the person who donated these supplies. He didn't ask for a penny and donated everything for free."
Otto asked curiously, "Who is he? Can you tell me? I want to thank him."
The godfather shook his head and said, "That man told me he didn't do these things to receive your thanks, but simply to do some good deeds."
Upon hearing this, Otto was filled with curiosity and respect for this mysterious benefactor. He secretly made up his mind to work hard to repay the kindness of society in the future.
At that moment, the godfather handed over a note and said, "There's one more thing. When he asked us to distribute these supplies, he wanted us to give this to you."
Otto took the note, looked left and right, and finally hesitantly said, "What does it say? I can't read."
The godfather patiently explained, "It says here that as long as you take this note to the designated store to purchase cotton clothes, you can enjoy a 10% discount."
Otto's eyes lit up at the words, secretly delighted.
You should know that the nobles of Milan have united to control the prices, causing the prices of cotton clothes and pants to be 20% higher than before this year, which is undoubtedly a heavy burden for the poor. With this note, he can now buy cotton clothes and pants at a more favorable price.
You should know that 3 copper coins can buy a loaf of black bread.
If it can be free 10%, then, then.
Otto with poor arithmetic didn't figure it out, so let's not calculate it.
Anyway, it's better than nothing!
"Then where is this shop?" Otto asked.
"I don't know either. He said that you will know where this store is when the time comes."
Carrying a pile of supplies, Otto walks through the bustling streets, occasionally patting his pocket to make sure that precious coupon is still there.
His gaze darts between the shops on either side of the street, searching for a place to use the coupon.
After walking around, his gaze settled on a shop crowded with people. The sign of the shop read "Winter Cotton Clothes Sale," and colorful cotton clothes hung at the entrance, attracting passersby.
"One cotton coat for 1 silver coin, two cotton coats for 1 silver coin and 90 copper coins!" The owner stood behind the counter, waving the cotton clothes in his hand and shouting loudly. His voice was loud and attracted more people to rush into the shop, and Otto also couldn't wait to squeeze in.
He carefully took out the coupon and handed it to the boss, eagerly asking, "Boss, can I get a discount with this?"
The boss originally thought Otto was a relative or friend of a big boss, and he took the coupon with a big smile on his face. However, when he realized it was just a piece of paper, his expression immediately turned serious.
He pushed Otto away and sneered, "Poor guy, stay away from me. If you can't afford it, don't buy it. Don't disturb my business."
Otto was pushed hard by the boss, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. The goods in his hands scattered all over the ground, and the coupon also fell into the crowd.
He hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but unexpectedly, his hand was stepped on by the hurried crowd. Feeling the pain, Otto gritted his teeth and refused to let go. He only had one thought in his mind, which was to protect the coupon.
When the person's foot finally loosened, Otto didn't care to check his own injuries and immediately looked at the coupon in his hand. However, the once neat coupon had been trampled into a mess.
OttoLooking at the remaining pieces in hand, a surge of grievance flooded the heart.
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