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墨書 Inktalez
After putting on human clothes, those skeletal frames that were just terrifying moments ago instantly transformed into what seemed like ordinary civilians.
However, there's still something abnormal.
Some feel that the headgear is a bit stuffy, so they try to take it off; others take off their arms and tie them around their waist, as if they are participating in a unique fashion show.
Watching this scene, Brian helplessly shakes his head, then releases a hint of the Lich Lord's pressure. Feeling this pressure, the skulls' curious actions instantly disappear, replaced by timid figures.
"My first command is that you must disguise yourselves as human beings, and you are absolutely not allowed to remove limbs, heads, or any other parts." Brian's voice revealed an unquestionable determination.
At this moment, a small skull raised its hand and asked, "Can we kick our heads like a ball?"
Upon hearing this question, Brian's face instantly darkened: "No! All of you Undead must maintain the same appearance as me."
Brian is now a pure-blooded human, and his appearance is completely different from these skull-faced Undead.
"Next, follow me closely," Brian instructed, then led the group of oddly dressed Undead out of the basement and into the dimly lit workshop.
The workshop was dark and devoid of any light, not even the faintest glimmer. But for these light-unrestricted Undead, it made no difference. They relied on their innate keen senses and special abilities to navigate effortlessly in the darkness, as if it were their stage.
Here are placed huge machines - Magic machine, each one is the crystallization of Brian's hard work.
These machines are the foundation of his survival in this alien world. Once lost, he can only throw himself into hell.
Therefore, he deliberately purchased several cheap Subhuman slaves to help him guard these machines and assist with the work in the workshop.
At this moment, those Subhuman slaves were lying asleep on the machines. When they heard some movement, the Subhuman slaves sat up one after another.
"Who, who?"
The leader of the Subhuman slaves turned on the light and saw that it was their master - Brian.
Kang walked nervously towards Brian and said, "Baron, we didn't slack off, we just took a short break as per your instructions." Kang's voice carried a hint of trembling and unease.
"Please don't sell us," he pleaded.
Kang recalled his own experiences when he was young, strong, and worked tirelessly in several noble factories. He worked tirelessly, with three times the efficiency of others, but it did not bring him more wealth.
As he grew older and his physical strength declined, he changed hands several times in the slave market, and eventually, no one was interested in him.
It wasn't until he met Brian that his life took a turn. Here, he only had to work 16 hours a day, and the remaining 8 hours were his own. He could sleep, eat, and even chat with other slaves.
More importantly, the working environment here is relaxed, and even if he doesn't do well, he won't be punished with a whip.
"This is the rest time I set for myself, I won't blame you for it." Brian said with a smile.
"I came here because I have recruited a new group of employees, but they lack experience. I hope you can help them by imparting some practical skills and experience."
Upon hearing this explanation, Kang breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile of understanding on his face.
"Of course, Baron sir. Although we old folks may not match the speed and strength of the young ones, our experience is unmatched by them. We are more than willing to help them grow quickly."
"That's them," Brian pointed to The undead beside him, introducing them.
"These are the Subhuman from a distant land. They may not have fully adapted to our language yet, so when you speak to them, they will not respond. But rest assured, they can understand you."
"Your task is very simple, just teach them how to work."
"As long as you perform well enough, there is a chance for you to regain your freedom and become true free citizens."
However, Brian's words did not elicit the cheers and excitement from the slaves as he had imagined. Instead, they showed expressions of surprise and fear on their faces, and some even knelt down, trembling as they asked, "Master, have we done something wrong? Why are you driving us away?"
Brian felt a wave of confusion. In his view, regaining freedom should be something that everyone dreams of, so why are these slaves so afraid?
He patiently explained, "You misunderstand me, I don't want to drive you away. I want you to become free people, so that you can have your own lives and no longer be driven by others."
However, the slaves' response surprised him even more: "Master, we are already old, and no one is willing to hire us except for your factory. Here, we have food, shelter, and clothing, and we are already content."
"After becoming free citizens, we have no land, no house, and we might not even have a meal to eat. We are afraid that we won't be able to survive once we leave."
"Please, master, don't let us become free people."
Looking at the slaves with fear and unease in their eyes, Brian couldn't help but feel a surge of complex emotions.
Yes, who else would want this group of old subhuman slaves besides him?
He sighed and said softly, "Well, since you don't want to, then just continue to work here peacefully."
Later, he turned to the undead and said seriously, "From now on, they are your masters. You must obey their teachings and work hard to learn their skills. Understand?" The undead replied with their souls, "Understood!" Their voices, though deep, were filled with determination and resolve.
"You all must work overtime tonight, no matter what, you must make sure they grasp the operation of the machines!"
Brian's tone was firm and unquestionable. He knew the urgency of time and the difficulty of the task. Whether this group of Undead employees could quickly integrate into the work environment directly affected whether his plan could proceed smoothly.
After finishing work, Brian turned and left the factory, ready to return to his residence to rest. However, just as he was about to step into his home, he caught a glimpse of his maid, Lillith, acting suspiciously in the shadowy corner.
Lillith was the only servant in Brian's household, having been by his side since childhood. Even as the family fell on hard times, she remained steadfastly loyal. This loyalty and companionship made Brian treasure her greatly.
Upon seeing Lily so nervous, Brian couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt. He was about to ask for clarification when Lily suddenly rushed forward and pulled him into the shadows.
"Master, are those creditors coming to collect debts again?" Lily's voice trembled, her eyes filled with deep concern.
"I just saw a large group of people entering the factory. Are they planning to move our machines? They might continue to pressure you for debt."
"You go quickly, I'll help you stop them."
Listening to Lily's words, Brian felt a warm surge in his heart. He knew that Lily was worried about him and afraid of him getting hurt.
He gently patted Lily's shoulder and said softly, "Lily, don't worry, things are not as bad as you think."
"In fact, I was just familiarizing the new employees with the factory environment. They are newly recruited employees who will work with us to revitalize the factory."
Hearing Brian's explanation, Lily breathed a sigh of relief and a smile of relief appeared on her face.
"If that's the case, our factory can start operating soon, and we can pay off the debt by selling clothes," Lily excitedly said, her eyes shining with anticipation.
Looking at Lily's innocent and sincere smile, Brian was deeply moved.
"Yes, we will do better."
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