Don't call me evil god

Chapter 35: Rolling Bolt Workshop
After the meeting, Brandon returned home, exhausted from practicing anger.

Brandon's house is the most common type of building in the lower town. The exterior structure is made of thick stones. It 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 of the house is also very simple. The main space at the entrance serves as the living room and kitchen, and is furnished with some simple furniture and decorations. The rooms further inside are separated by curtains and arranged into two bedrooms.

The larger one belongs to Brandon's parents, and the smaller one belongs to him. There is not much space left after putting down a soft single bed.

Brandon's parents both go to work at their respective workplaces during the day, and the house is very quiet when he comes back.

There were two pieces of soft bread, a fried egg and a cup of warm milk on the table.

When he smelled the sweet aroma of golden bread, Brandon realized that he was hungry.

After wolfing down his meal at the dining table, Brandon glanced at the date on the calendar hanging on the wall, yawned, and stood up helplessly.

"Damn goblin tycoons! They should all be hanged on the street lamps at the port!"

Even though I just stayed up all night, I now have to suppress my sleepiness.

Because he had to hurry to get to the goblin workshop where he worked.

He really wanted to quit his job right now, change his career to become a registered adventurer, and travel around the continent.

But he was really short of money!

The training of a warrior is also quite expensive.

Which of weapons and armor is free?

The God of Knowledge can give him knowledge, but cannot directly create equipment for him.

Those commissions from adventurers that can make money are all risky!
If you are not strong enough and have poor equipment, you might get killed by a wild monster right after you start your adventure. That would be a huge loss!
Brandon planned.

He worked harder during this period. He worked to earn money during the day and continued to practice controlling his anger at night according to the guidance of the God of Knowledge.

When he officially becomes a level 1 warrior, it will be almost time for wages to be paid. He will give the money-hungry goblin boss of the goblin workshop a middle finger and tell him that he quits!

……

Brandon yawned all the way through several side streets until he came to a building called "Rolling Bolt Workshop".

Many of the large and small workshops in the lower city of Green Harbor were invested and built by the goblins.

Raw materials from all over the mainland are processed into a variety of commodities in the downtown area of ​​Green Port, and then shipped to various places by cargo ships to earn huge profits.

Although these green dwarf goblins themselves have little combat power, once they have accumulated a certain amount of wealth, they can hire bodyguards and purchase various "goblin engineering" self-defense products, which is a kind of strength in itself.

The rules of the "Rolling Bolt Workshop" are that being late or leaving early will be considered as absence from work that day;
Work six days a week and have one day off, nine in the morning and six in the evening, no food or accommodation provided, and no responsibility for work-related injuries.

The conditions are harsh, not only is the workload higher than other places, but the environment is also particularly bad.

If this goblin workshop hadn't promised to pay much higher wages than other human-run workshops, Brandon would never have come here to work.

The ogre overseer sitting at the door was checking the identities of each person according to the portraits.

"Hmm... let me see."

"You look similar to the portrait, so you must be..."

"Brandon!"

"Brandon! Your workstation today is the sixth from the left in the second row."

Brandon's face darkened and he cursed under his breath.

"Asshole!"

This ogre overseer was hired by the owner of the Rolling Bolts Workshop, and he named himself "Doom".

This word is the pronunciation of "wisdom" in Ogre language.

Doom always thought that he was a wise man among the ogres.

Because he can read. In fact, this guy's level of common language is completely half-baked, and he can make nine mistakes in ten pronunciations.

For example, until now Doom thought that Brandon's name was pronounced Brandon!
Not wanting to argue with a fool, Brandon composed himself and stepped into the workshop.

A mixture of sweat, engine oil, grease, and metal rust instantly hit me in the face.

Brandon was used to the strange smell. He walked to his empty workstation, sat down, skillfully picked up the tools on the workbench, and began to grind the bolts.

His job content is very simple.

The rough-machined bolts are hand-polished to the appropriate size according to the required specifications.

Wages are calculated based on the number of completed items and settled monthly.

……

Because he practiced controlling his anger all night and was not in good spirits during the day, Brandon's polishing efficiency declined.

After working for a whole morning, his output was less than half of his usual amount.

He finally made it to the short break at noon, when he saw a short man squeezing over from the workstation next to him and winking at him.

"What's going on, Brandon? I didn't see you playing cards at the Hog's Head last night. Where were you?"

"You look so listless, are you going to have fun at Rose Lover's?"

"You don't have the stamina to do that!"

"You keep saying that you will become a famous warrior in the continent, but you're already weak after just one night?"

Brandon immediately started to curse angrily.

"Fuck your shit!"

"I knew nothing good could come out of your dog's mouth."

"You are weak! I am very strong!"

"Just wait and see. In a few days, I will become a true level 1 warrior. Then I will become an adventurer and become so famous that I can get food by showing off my reputation wherever I go!"

"Just continue to live in this crappy place and wait for death!"

The other person was Brandon's co-worker. The two had a good relationship on weekdays and often found a place to drink, play cards and brag together after work.

His situation was similar to Brandon's. Since he had no hope of becoming a professional, he just found a job like most people in the downtown area.

After working for a few years and saving enough money, I will consider returning to a small town in the Kingdom of Reyak to buy a property and settle down;
After all, although the environment in the lower town of Green Port is poor, the wages of workers are still much higher than those in ordinary towns in the Kingdom of Reyak.

When the workers heard Brandon's words, they thought it was another of Brandon's daily sayings, such as "he will become a great legendary warrior in the future."

Just as I was about to make some jokes, I saw Brandon was stunned.

The next moment, Brandon suddenly lowered his head and continued to grind the bolts with great motivation!

The worker was stunned: "What's going on?"

According to their usual habits, they would not work for even a second longer, and would immediately put down the work at hand when the break bell rang.

Brandon kept moving his hands and replied without looking up: "You know nothing!"

"That's because I just suddenly realized that grinding bolts is actually a very meaningful job!"

The workers' curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Something's wrong. Something's wrong with you, Brandon. Something's wrong with you!"

"What is going on? Are we good friends? Please share it with me!"

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(End of this chapter)