"Kill the pig! Kill the pig!"
A lively tune rang out in the weed-covered courtyard.
After an uneventful night, Fang Ling got up early the next day.
The original patched clothes were stained with blood. The smell of blood was too strong. It was too scary to wear outside, so I couldn't wear it.
So he wore a cotton coat.
Because it is spring and the chill is about to subside, it doesn't feel too hot.
After eating and drinking, he immediately walked towards the butcher's shop.
When we arrived, Fatty was still loading goods.
"Fatty, I'm here to see you again." Fang Ling walked closer, smiled and waved to him.
"Who?" Wiping the sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief around his neck, the fat man turned around with a look of surprise.
"Hey! Isn't this, uh..."
The fat man thought about it in his mind and was shocked to realize that he seemed not to know the name of the lame little beggar.
It's quite cool to call him a little cripple, but he will be a soul master in the future, so this insulting name is unacceptable.
"My name is Fang Ling, after I named myself." Fang Ling said softly.
"Fang Ling, yes!"
The fat man nodded heavily, with a bright smile on his face again, "Brother Fang, are you here... have you finished eating those two pieces of meat?"
Seeing that he was about to cut two more pieces of meat, Fang Ling quickly stopped him.
"No, thank you very much. I did come here for a purpose, but it's not for meat."
If it's not for the meat, then what is it for, money?
The fat man was a little nervous, concentrating and holding his breath, only to hear Fang Ling say: "I want to work in a slaughterhouse, I would like to ask you for help."
"A slaughterhouse."
After hearing Fang Ling's purpose, the fat man felt slightly relieved, but at the same time he felt a little confused.
"Brother Fang has the first-level soul power. He can become a soul master in the future. Why would he want to go to that dirty place instead of practicing well?"
"No money."
Fang Ling spread his hands.
"Although I am a beggar, I also have dignity. I can't come here every time for the next few years to eat free meat, right?"
"I don't care..." The fat man opened his mouth.
"You don't care, but I do. I don't like to owe too many favors to others. I can feel more at ease by exchanging labor for money."
Fang Ling explained the reason.
"Besides, I will be a combat spirit master in the future. When I think about the battles I may face in the future, I feel a surge of passion. It is always better to see blood sooner rather than later."
His hands were clenched into fists, and his dark eyes reflected the light of the torch, as if he was solemnly making a vow to himself.
The fat man couldn't say no because of his determined look.
After a moment, he said, "I'll take you there."
"Thank you, Fatty! I will definitely repay your kindness in the future!" Fang Ling said gratefully.
"Haha, but this set of clothes doesn't suit you. Change it." The fat man nodded, wiped the oil off his hands, and tugged at Fang Ling's beggar's cotton coat with disdain.
"It doesn't need to be very good, just coarse linen will do. After all, it's dirty there too."
"But you can't look like a beggar."
Fang Ling smiled awkwardly: "I don't have any other clothes."
"I'll take you to buy a new one."
"You look after the store first." The fat man stood up, called out a waiter from the inner hall, and then waved at Fang Ling, "Let's go, I'll take you there now."
Fang Ling was so excited that he burst into tears. He couldn't help but jump for joy: "Thank you, Fatty. When I become a powerful soul master in the future, I will definitely repay your kindness!"
"I hope so. If you can become a great soul master in the future, just don't forget the fat guy today."
The fat man didn't know much about soul masters, but he knew that soul masters were divided into ten levels.
Level one is the lowest, and there should be nothing worse than level zero.
But you can eventually become a soul master.
What's more, there is light in the eyes of this lame little beggar. What if it really works?
Helping people enter the slaughterhouse is effortless and why not do it if it's easy?
"Don't worry, I won't forget it!"
He bought a coarse linen shirt that fit him well. Although it was very rough, it made Fang Ling very happy.
After saying hello to the soldiers at the city gate, the fat man walked outside with Fang Ling, who had changed into new clothes.
"Because the smell of blood is too strong and to facilitate trade, the slaughterhouse is set up outside the city. It mainly kills pigs, but also some cattle and sheep."
"Because it is located at the trading node between the two countries, there are many people coming and going in Nottingham, so at least dozens of pigs have to be slaughtered every day to supply the needs."
"With your small body, you can only help out there."
"It's okay, I'll help you a little." Fang Ling knew his current disadvantage. He was thin and weak, and he didn't have much strength. He definitely couldn't kill many pigs.
But after a year, there is always some accumulation, right?
Add to that the fact that the panel grows a little bit every year, and the level that can be increased by practicing hard, and it's already very fast.
The slaughterhouse outside the city. Before he even got close, a familiar fishy smell wafted into Fang Ling's nose.
It is the disgusting yet faintly exciting smell of blood.
There is also the pungent smell of soil and hay mixed together after fermentation, which is the smell of horse manure.
Various flavors are intertwined, especially sour and refreshing.
It was several times more smelly than the shabby courtyard where this beggar slept.
The fat man unconsciously fanned his nose with his fat hands.
Of course, nothing worked.
He is a butcher who comes here every day to purchase goods. In fact, he has become accustomed to the taste here.
Leading Fang Ling through the loaded carriages, the fat man greeted a skinny old man with a smile: "Uncle Liu."
The old man was sitting nearby, drinking water from a bowl. He looked over in surprise when he heard the sound.
"Fatty? Didn't you eat some meat and go back home a long time ago? Why are you here?"
The thin old man called Uncle Liu glanced at Fang Ling and pointed with his finger: "Why are you bringing a child here?"
The fat man approached and said, "Uncle Liu, he is a young man of the first level of innateness who wants to become a combat soul master in the future. He wants to work in a slaughterhouse and see blood."
"Soul Master is coming to us?"
The old man put down the bowl with a clang and stared at Fang Ling with a curious look: "Work-study student?"
Soul masters are very valuable and used to being superior.
Only part-time students who are short of money and have no background would be willing to come to a place like a slaughterhouse.
"Yes, a work-study student!"
"A cripple also wants to become a combat spirit master?"
The old man smacked his lips and took down a pipe from the wall.
"What's wrong with being a cripple? A cripple can still become a combat spirit master! Don't look at me like this now, I will be awesome in the future!"
Fang Ling raised his hands and made a bodybuilding pose.
He showed them his not-so-strong biceps.
The old man surnamed Liu laughed out loud: "You kid."
"Grandpa Liu, are you willing to accept me?" Fang Ling looked at him expectantly, a little nervous.
"Can you endure hardship?"
Old man Liu knocked the pipe in his hand against the wall. When he heard the name, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Yes, of course!"
Fang Ling didn't dare to say anything else, but he could guarantee this.
"I was a beggar before, what kind of suffering have I not endured?"
"Good boy, then follow us."
Patting Fang Ling's shoulder encouragingly, he waved his hand to drive the fat man away, "Okay, Fatty, get out of here. I'll take him to identify the things."
"Thank you, Uncle Liu. I'll leave Brother Fang in my hands."
The fat man nodded and bowed, waved his fist to cheer Fang Ling up, then turned and left.
"What's your name? Have you just awakened your martial spirit?" Old man Liu squatted down and looked at Fang Ling, who was only one meter tall due to malnutrition.
"My name is Fang Ling, and I just awakened my martial spirit."
Fang Ling smiled at him, then summoned a sickle. The sharp metallic luster made Old Liu nod his head continuously.
It looks sharp, it's a good martial spirit.
"What do you want to do here?"
"Of course it's killing pigs!"
"Killing a pig can be divided into several steps, fasting it from food and water, fixing it, slaughtering it, bleeding it, removing the hair and cleaning it..."
Fang Ling's eyes were gleaming: "I will be a combat soul master in the future, and I will kill anyone who wants to kill!"
"Good boy, it's really extraordinary to be able to become a soul master from a beggar!"
Old man Liu's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't help but cheer.
"There will be someone to be killed later. I will show you what we are going to prepare first."
He knocked off the ash, exhaled a puff of smoke, hung the pipe back on the hook on the wall, and walked slowly in one direction.
"Okay, thank you, Grandpa Liu."
Fang Ling followed behind him, clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
I was very excited in my heart: "The points acquisition plan is successful!"
(End of this chapter)