Haraus felt so tired, he had never been so tired as he was today, not even when he was defeated by Sorens.

"How long have we been running?"

Harlaus said breathlessly.

"Tell Your Highness, we have been running for almost two hours, we have all changed into the clothes of ordinary soldiers, and the enemy army should not be able to find us. The Secretary of State next to Harlaus said breathlessly.

"Your Majesty! I found a village in front of me! it seems that there is still cooking smoke, it must be inhabited!" the other military minister looked into the distance, and saw a wisp of cooking smoke appear on the southern horizon.

"It's rare! There are still unspoiled villages in this area, let's go with two oxen!" the Secretary of State looked at the south, and his spirits were lifted.

"Let's go, but you two have taught me to be vigilant at all times, we are in a bad situation right now. Haraus frowned slightly, feeling a sense of crisis, but the hunger in his belly made him decide to take the risk.

The three of them quietly dismounted, tied their horses to the trunk of the big tree, looked at the extraordinary sword they carried, and felt sure in their hearts, so they touched forward.

The village doesn't look rich, it's dotted with more than fifty houses, all of which are small wooden houses where farmers live, and it doesn't seem to be anything special.

A few peasants were sitting and chatting under several large rocks next to the village road.

"This village doesn't look defenseless, and there is no baron's manor, is it a village without a lord?" the Minister of State took a closer look at some of the villages in front of him, and noticed something unusual.

Villages without lords are basically impossible to keep in this world, because the land belongs to the noble lords, so it is justified at the legal level.

The lords were responsible for the defense of the village and protected the lords under their rule from foreign enemies, the lords engaged in various industries had to pay taxes for the lords, all kinds of taxes, and were exploited by the nobles, while the serfs had no human rights at all, and they had to plow the land for the lords every day, and the delicious food they grew was not eligible to enjoy.

As for this kind of small village without a lord, it is not absolutely nothing, some villages are established in some treacherous places, or areas with extremely scarce resources, which no lord is willing to take over, and the enemy countries who have gone on an expedition here do not bother to transfer troops to burn and loot.

Although nominally part of the kingdom's territory, none of the nobles were willing to serve as lords, so this kind of village could barely survive, and the number of people in the village could hardly exceed twenty households.

And this village is different, although the traffic situation is not very good, but it is not to the extent of isolation from the outside world, and there are few wild beasts in the surrounding forests, the trend of tree growth seems to be good, the land is still fertile, and what's more, this is at the junction of two counties, and it stands to reason that it should be contested by two lords, right?

"Leave this alone, there may be some other reason, remember to be cautious when stealing cattle, don't get discovered. The Minister of War scolded the Minister of State, and although he also felt strange, he couldn't bear the hunger in his belly!

Haraus didn't care so much, and took two people to sneak into the village and head to a family's cowshed, taking advantage of the villagers' inattention.

The road was safe, no one found them, the villagers were still talking, Haraus and they got closer, and they really heard the peasants talking.

However, the peasants did not speak Wallen, or even the language of any country on the continent, after all, Haraus was well-informed, had traveled to most countries on the continent, and had come into contact with people from almost all countries.

The Four Great Kings Chinese, the Seventeen Independent Prince Chinese s, the Elven Language, the Orc Language...... I don't say I'm proficient in all of these languages, but I can make two sentences in each of them, and I can understand a lot.

And the language spoken by these peasants, Harlaus did not understand a word.

He suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the architectural style of these houses, and although they leaned against the woods, they were not wooden houses, but earthen houses.

Although those villagers are yellow and thin, they are also in good spirits...... Wait!

The skin of these people is yellow, their facial bones are not the same as those of normal Wallarians, and their hair is nothing special, it is ordinary black.

"They may not be Nooyans!" Harlaus said in a deep voice, his face grim.

"Not the Nuo people?!" The two people next to them were also surprised.

"But aren't they, among the Tarquets, yellowish-skinned, very much alike!" the Secretary of State gasped when he heard Harlaus's assertion.

"They don't speak the same language, and the Tarkits have a higher nose and a much worse physiognomy, and even if they are Tarkits, it's normal to be here?" Harlaus snorted as he glanced at the Secretary of State.

How could these two fools, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one around, could they run away with them?

"No matter, let's take the cow away first!" Shaking his head and driving all the messy thoughts aside, Haraus and the two ministers hurried towards the cowshed.

"Bang dang!"

"Moo!"

"Are you crazy, give me a little noise!"

The Secretary of War accidentally knocked over a bucket and scared the cow into mooing.

Harlaus quickly cast a spell to silence the cow, and then scolded the Minister of War.

Fortunately, the villagers didn't notice anything unusual here, thinking that the cow just barked twice, and they didn't care, and no one cared.

"Now! Hurry up and ...... the cow"

Before Haraus could finish speaking, he felt the ground tremble.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" the Minister of State suddenly stopped when he saw Harlaus's movements, and tilted his head to stare at him.

"It's the pursuers! let's run!" said Harauth, laying down the rope on which the oxen were leading, and hurried out of the barn.

On the side of the road, these strange-looking peasants all ran out, stopped to look at the north, and looked nervously at something.

A woman noticed Harlaus and the others coming out of the cowshed, screaming to warn everyone.

For a moment, the men of the whole village stared angrily at the three Harlaus, and some of them went home to get their "weapons".

"Your Majesty, I don't think we're going to be so good at running. The Secretary of State looked at the forty-odd people in front of him and swallowed.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves is getting closer and closer, and in front of him, the villagers are eyeing each other, to be honest, Haraus himself is a little empty, but it will really be too late to delay any longer.

"Run!" Haraus shouted, casting a "flash magic" with his bare hands, and after shaking the villagers, he ran into the forest behind.