Chapter 270 (1/2)

A house with airy walls and no doors. The house is a little reluctant, but anyway, it is a dilapidated house slightly better than a thatched house.

Mom, I'm hungry. A skinny boy of about seven or eight years old with cracked lips lying in bed was talking to his mother.

A emaciated woman trembled to the side of the rice jar storing grain, struggled to pick up an old patched cloth bag in the rice jar, took out a black porcelain bowl with a missing corner with both hands.

Holding the mouth of the bag with his left hand and the low end of the cloth bag with his right hand, he slowly shook the old cloth bag. Under the woman's laborious shaking, a yellow grain of rice rolled out of the old cloth bag and fell into the porcelain bowl, making a desolate sound.

The woman looked at a yellow grain of rice in the black porcelain bowl. Her stiff and pale face turned to the boy lying in bed and said, ”Siro, your father will pay the rent and bring food back soon. Shiro, lie down and don't talk, so you won't be hungry. ”

Your father won't be back for some time. Shiro doesn't run around at home. His mother looks for something to eat.

A trembling thin figure staggered out of the house without a door.

In a small castle, the leaders lined up in a long line, carrying grain on their shoulders, waiting to pay the rent.

This year's harvest is not good.

Who said no!

Did you know that Lord knight is going to raise the rent.

Yeah! A full 10% increase in rations.

I can't live any longer.

The dark empire's army robbed us of most of our harvest this time.

The knight led by our knight died unfortunately in this battle.

That's not true. The new Knight raised the rent when he came.

The people in line whispered in twos and threes.

Next, Locke.

Hand in five pieces of grain.

What adult, it will be five pieces of grain. Didn't it still be four pieces last time? We don't have any rations at all. That won't work, sir. Just do me a favor

Hum! The knight's servant standing next to the grain collector grabbed the grain on Locke's back.

Sir, you can't do this. This is all the food of our family.

Locke fell on the knight's servant's leg and begged.

”Poof”

A sharp sword pierced Locke's chest. Locke looked at the long sword emerging from his chest in despair, and gradually became cold.

Zizizi

The knight servant who stabbed the sword into Locke's chest slowly pulled it out, threw the blood on the sword and gave a sword flower.

Loudly said: ”now who else doesn't pay the grain? This poor Locke is your end. The knight just wants to see all the grain, not your lower class cries.”

On the swords of the Knights and servants and the bodies of the unlucky man Locke on the ground, the original voice of whispering conversation suddenly disappeared, and the eyes of the remaining people were full of fear.

”Touch” ”touch” ”touch”

Who? Knocked on the door, slowly opened a gap, and a pale face came out.

oh It's Jiya!

I want to borrow some food, okay?

Kia, I'm sorry. We don't have any extra food.

now I see! Excuse me.

The door closed slowly.

I want to borrow some food. Kia said.

”Touch” the wooden door and close it after hearing the sound.

I want to borrow some food. Kia said.