Chapter 337 (1/2)

Anger

Dao Yu ordered people to pile rocks around the core seed, only leaving a tight path directly leading to the seed.

Dao Yu stood on the path.

The others didn’t know the purpose of the rocks, they also didn’t know what that round thing in the middle was. They only knew that it was dangerous from the limited information Dao Yu had told them. They didn’t know the value of the core seed so they were unwilling to get close to it.

Looking at more stones being stacked together, the colour on Dao Yu’s face started to return. He looked at his palms, the deep cut had gotten better after drinking the medicine. He was recovering at a fast rate, the skin near the cut had started to grow back. In two days, the skin would grow back fully, and maybe after just five or six more days, he would fully recover.

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” Dao Yu said to the people moving the rocks.

At first, Dao Yu had brought 50 slaves but after these past few days, only around 30 of them were left. The number of deaths during these two days was especially high. When the slaves heard Dao Yu ordering them to stop, they all felt a sense of relief. Their job here was considered done, now they would get their reward.

Dao Yu summoned the slaves from the palace and the guards to gather. He brought out a clay pot and when the lid was removed, the sweet smell of alcohol filled the air. For some low-rank slaves, alcohol was a luxury, they rarely got the chance to have a drink. For slaves with an even lower rank, the would have lived their whole lives without even tasting alcohol.

After smelling the alcohol, some started to drool. They stared at the cup in Dao Yu’s hand, eyes filled with greed. Apparently, that particular type of alcohol was only drunk by the highest-level slaves and slave masters. They didn’t care whether it tasted good or not, it was a symbol of social status, they eyed it in eager anticipation.

Dao Yu observed their expressions. He smiled, “Has everyone arrived yet?”

“I t-think so,” replied someone. They were all starting to get impatient.

Dao Yu looked around and counted them. He asked about the people that were not here yet, he knew exactly how many had died too but no matter how many times he counted, there were two missing. One in charge of disposing of dead bodies the other was a guard.

“Should I go look for them?” asked someone.

Dao Yu brought his cup to his face and drank a mouthful. It looked as if he was savouring every last bit of it, everyone looking was jealous.

After taking the first sip, he passed the jar to the person beside him, “Come, everyone, have a sip.”

There weren’t enough cups around but it didn’t matter to the slaves. They were used to sharing food like this so after Dao Yu passed the jar, the next person drank from the jar straight. The others were close to snatching the jar out of the hands for the person before them.

The slave had just taken a sip from the jug. Before he even got a good taste of the alcohol, the jar was snatched him his hands. If Dao Yu wasn’t there, these people would have started a fight over a jar of alcohol.

Looking at the slaves fighting over the jar, Dao Yu told them to stop fighting with assuring them that everyone would get a sip of the alcohol.

Nobody noticed the fierce and ruthless gaze he had.

Pang!