Two uninvited guests were added to the team home. Two furry white little guys snuggled in Josephine's arms. Josephine completely regarded them as his own sluts, and his mother who forgot about them almost destroyed the entire team. Although many farmers thought that these devil's little kids should be killed, they were rejected by Josephine. Of course, If refused to let Josephine give up her sluts, and Arod didn't care about these little wolves with albinism at all. Therefore, these little guys were lucky enough to leave their lives, occasionally opening their eyes and eating the cheese that Josephine found for them greedily.

"Are you going to keep them all the time? Don't forget that they are beasts? When they grow up a little, the return of wildness is threatening." Arod said on a horse and beside Josephine.

"But look how pitiful they are." Josephine said, hugging two little wolves wrapped in a small piece of sheepskin, and rubbing their fluff with her pink cheeks.

"Hey, but I didn't feel ruthless when I saw you shoot their compatriots with bows and arrows last night." Aruod sneered. Although he was a lady who reached the level of superb level with bows and arrows, he was still a girl after all, and she had no resistance to these furry little things.

The old people in the Black Swamp Village were hunching their backs and cultivating the land in the farmland, but their strength was very weak, and they did not work for one-third of the entire public farmland. They straightened up and looked at the large wasteland. They couldn't help but stretched out their rough hands to wipe the sweat on their foreheads, and wrinkles on their faces were as carved as knives.

"Drink some water." At this time, the women in the village took rough jars and brought them to these people who worked, but their hard work could not satisfy their lives, so they had to nag a few words.

"Elder Taber, when will the Lord's Lady be able to buy oxen for us?"

"I don't know, but Mrs. Eva said she would solve it." Elder Taber rubbed his shoulders like everyone else, because they had no ox to pull the plow themselves, which made his old bones even more uncomfortable.

"But it has been a few days and there is no shadow at all. If this season is over, it will be too late to sow." The woman handed the water to Elder Taber and continued to complain.

"I said, this territory is no longer possible. We might as well escape to the land of the Monastery of Saint Fontso. It is very rich and it is no problem to eat a full meal." Another old man drinking water said while drinking water. There was a purple-red tumor growing on his left eye.

"What do you mean?" Taber frowned. The worst situation was about to happen. Although he was a farmer who spent his whole life staying in this land, he was well aware of everyone's thoughts with rich life experience.

"Do you mean to escape?" A woman asked cautiously. If she fled the territory without permission, she would be hanged. However, the Wendell family's rule was mild and the farmers were all lucky.

"But my son has not come back yet, I have to wait for him." Taber scratched his messy white hair. His son went to war with Sir Wendell. His wife died so long that only one son depended on each other.

"Hmph, it's not me that I have no eyes on the battlefield. Whether your son can come back alive is still a matter of whether he or she can come back alive." The old man with a tumor on his left eye kept saying.

"I don't care about you anymore, but I want to stay here." Taber stood up in anger, took off the felt hat on his head, patted the soil on his body, and then continued to do farm work. He also felt helpless. Although as the elder of the village, he wanted to help the lord manage it, the financial situation of the Wendell family was about to face bankruptcy. Once the Wendell family went bankrupt, the land would be sold. The nobles could leave, but can the farmers who lived for generations? This is also the reason why he could not stop everyone.

Late at night, several farmers took advantage of the night to take care of their few property and embarked on the road of escape. They fled all the way to the land of the Monastery of Saint Fontso. At the beginning, they did not dare to light a torch, but after walking for a while, the moon entered the clouds. The dark night could not see their hands. The helpless farmers quickly lit up the branches of pine trees. Only under the fire could they see the road to the monastery.

"De, de, de~~~." Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from the muddy path. The farmers who heard this sound hurriedly stepped on the branches of pine trees and hid in the woods. At this time, the moon poked their heads out of the clouds. The farmers saw a knight in a gray cloak galloping on the path in the moonlight. He was holding a torch in his hand, and the torch made a whirring sound on the galloping horse's back. The direction of the knights was exactly the way the farmers came, which made the farmers feel scared and lying quietly on the ground and dared not move. After a long time, they came out of the woods and did not dare to stop for a moment to continue on the road.

"Clang, Clang~~~." The sound of knocking on the wooden door of the village elder outside the Monastery of Saint Fontso was heard. The elder opened a gap with sleepy eyes. He looked at the group of farmers standing outside in the cold morning wind, and was extremely surprised.

"Who are you?" asked the elder.

"It's me, old Bishare." At this time, an old man with a purple sarcoma in his left eye leaned over. After seeing it, the elder realized that it was his distant relative. He quickly opened his door.

"Why are you here?"

"We are here to defect to you." The old man in sarcoma said hurriedly.

"What? Defection." Elder Bichar was shocked. Although he had heard that the Wendel family was facing bankruptcy, he did not expect that his relative would dare to do something to defect.

"Don't say it's so ugly, we just want to fill our stomachs." The old man of sarcoma opened the door without hesitation, walked into Elder Bishare's simple house, took out the dried fruits hanging on the roof barbs, and ate them. The Monastery of Saint Fontso is really wealthy, and even ordinary serfs have so much food, the old man sighed in his heart.

"Don't you know what punishment you will be punished if you leave without the consent of the lord?" Elder Bichar didn't care about his food, but was worried that it would cause any terrible disputes once discovered by the Wendell family. Although the relationship between the two families was very good during the time of the Abbey of Hove Hannis, now Mr. Robert is in power. I heard that Mr. Robert hates the Wendell family very much.

"The Wendell family is almost done. We have had the last meal but no other meal. It's better for you."

"Okay, if you really want to stay here, I need to report to the monk in charge, otherwise you will not get land and houses." Elder Bishare shook his head helplessly, how could he have a relative like this?

"Traitor, idiot, stupid, may God let him go to hell." An angry roar came from Robert's bedroom. The trainee monk who was waiting outside the door was so scared that he lowered his head and did not dare to say anything. Captain Rudolf inside looked like he was not in his own way, sitting on a wooden chair and watching the angry dean.

"When Woodlow escaped, he told the guards that he was following your orders, so they dare not stop him." Captain Rudolph knew that Woodlow was Robert's guard knight and his confidant, but he did not expect that the knight would defect.

"There's something worse. He had met Mrs. Eva before leaving the monastery. He would definitely tell the Wendells that we kidnapped Mrs. Eva." Robert's chest was fluctuating violently, and he said fiercely, clenching his fists.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." At this moment, a knock on the door came from outside the door, and Robert frowned.

"Come in."

"Yes, Lord Dean, I am a monk who manages the village. I have something to report to you." A middle-aged monk wearing a gray monk robe walked in timidly. He inserted his hands into his wide sleeves and said respectfully to Robert.

"What's the matter?" Robert didn't look at him, and at this moment he was still worried about many things.

"That's right, a group of escaped serfs came from our village, who asked to be able to stay in the monastery."

"What a joke? I have to come to me for such things." Robert's nose was so angry that he almost turned crooked. His men were all stupid guys, and he had to bother him with such small things.

"Because, because they are rebel slaves in the Wendell family territory, I think I need to report to you." The monk who managed the village quickly explained. As expected, Robert's attitude calmed down when he heard that he was a serf in the Wendell family territory.

"Ha, even their serfs will abandon them." Monaster Robert sneered, and he immediately ordered the monk to accept these defected serfs.

"It's Your Excellency, Lord." The monk hurriedly retreated respectfully. Since the fire in the prayer room burned several senior monks to death, the ruthlessness of the new monks had been secretly circulating in the monastery.

"His dean, what if the Wendell family wants to get their own serfs back?" Captain Rodolph looked at the monk leaving, and turned his head to Robert and said.

"It just so happens that I'm worried that they won't come. I believe Captain Rodolph, Captain Rodolph, you and your soldiers will not let me down." Dean Robert smiled cruelly, and the birthmark on his face became more and more ferocious.

"Of course, my soldiers and I will protect the safety of the entire monastery, and of course we will take down the enemy's head." Rudolf straightened his body and assured Robert loudly that the collision of his armor and sword made a crisp sound.
Chapter completed!