Two new uninvited guests were added to the team going home, two little fluffy white guys snuggled in Josephine's arms, and Josephine completely regarded them as her own **, and forgot that their mother almost destroyed the whole team, although many farmers thought that these devil's little cubs should also be killed, but they were rejected by Josephine, of course Yves refused to let Josephine give up her little **, and Arold didn't care about these albinos at all, So the little ones were lucky enough to have their lives spared, occasionally opening their eyes and eating greedily the cheese Josephine had found for them.

"Are you going to keep them all the time, don't forget that they are beasts after all, and when they grow up, the return of the wild will be a threat." Arold rode his horse and said beside Josephine.

"But look how pitiful they are." Josephine said as she put her arms around the two wolf cubs wrapped in a small piece of sheepskin, rubbing their fluff with her pink cheeks.

"Well, but you didn't show mercy last night when you shot their fellow men with a bow and arrow." Arold sneered, although she was a young lady who used a bow and arrow to reach the supernatural realm, she was still a young girl after all, and she had no resistance to these fluffy little things at all.

The old people of the black swamp village hunched over and cultivated the land in the fields, but their strength was very weak, and they did less than a third of the work of the entire public farmland, and they straightened up and looked at the large wasteland, and they couldn't help but stretch out their rough hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, and the wrinkles on their faces were like knife cuts.

"Drink some water." At this time, the women of the village took rough jars and brought them to the workers, but the hard work could not satisfy their lives, and they inevitably had to chatter.

"Elder Tabor, when will the lord's wife be able to buy us a ploughing ox?"

"I don't know, but Lady Eva said she would fix it." Elder Tabor rubbed his shoulders like the others, for there were no oxen and they had to pull their own plows, which made his old bones even more uncomfortable.

"But it's been a few days, and there's no shadow at all, and if this season passes, it's too late to sow seeds." The woman handed the water to Elder Tabor and continued to grumble.

"I say, this territory is no longer good, we might as well flee to the land of the Monastery of St. Fonso, where it is very rich and it is not a problem to have enough to eat." Another old man, who was drinking from the side, said as he drank water, and he had a purple-red tumor on his left eye.

"What do you mean?" Tabor's brow furrowed, the worst situation was about to happen, although he was a farmer who had stayed in this land all his life, but he knew everyone's thoughts well with his rich life.

"You mean to run away?" A woman asked cautiously, if she was caught escaping the territory without permission, she would be hanged, but the Wendell family ruled mildly, and the peasants were a little lucky.

"But my son hasn't come back yet, and I have to wait for him." Tarbor scratched his messy gray hair, his son had gone to war with Sir Wendell, and his wife had died early and only one son had survived.

"Hmph, it's not me who said, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, whether your son can come back alive is still two words." The old man, who had a tumor on his left eye, kept talking.

"I don't care about you anymore, but I'm going to stay here." Tabor stood up in annoyance, took off the felt hat on his head, patted the soil on his body, and then continued to do farm work, he also felt very helpless, although as the elder of the village to help the lord govern, but the Wendell family's finances are in dire straits, and they are about to face bankruptcy, once the Wendell family goes bankrupt, the land will be sold, and the nobles can leave but can they be farmers who have lived for generations? That's why he couldn't stop the crowd.

In the middle of the night, a few peasants took advantage of the darkness to take care of their few possessions, and set out on the road of escape, and they fled all the way to the land of the monastery of St. Fonso, at first they did not dare to light torches, but after walking for a while, the moon entered the clouds, and in the dark night they could not see their fingers, and the helpless farmers hurriedly lit the pine branches, and in the light of the fire they could see the way to the monastery.

"Gotta, gotta, gotta ~~~." Suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came from the muddy path, and the peasants who heard this sound hurriedly stepped on the pine branches, and then hid in the woods, and then the moon peeked out of the clouds, and the peasants saw a knight in a gray cloak galloping on the path, and he had a torch in his hand, and the torch made a whirring sound on the back of the galloping horse, and the direction in which the knight galloped was the way the peasants came, which made the peasants feel frightened and lay on the ground quietly and did not dare to move. It took a while to emerge from the woods, and did not dare to stop for a moment to continue on the road.

"Bell, bell~~~." There was a knock at the wooden door of the village elder outside the monastery of St. Fonso, and the elder opened the door with sleepy eyes, and he looked at the group of farmers standing outside in the cold morning wind, and was amazed.

"Who are you?" The elder asked.

"It's me, old Bischal." At this time, an old man with a purple sarcoma in his left eye poked his head out, and the elder saw it before he could tell that it was his distant relative, and he quickly opened the door of his room.

"Why are you here?"

"We're here to take refuge in you." The old man with sarcoma hurriedly said.

"What? Defected. Elder Bishar was taken aback, although he had also heard that the Wendell family was facing bankruptcy, but he did not expect that this relative of his would dare to commit such a defection.

"Don't say it so ugly, we just want to have our stomachs full." The old man with sarcoma unceremoniously pushed open the door, walked into the humble house of Elder Bichar, and took out the dried fruits in the basket hanging down on the roof barb and ate them, the monastery of St. Fonso is really rich, even ordinary serfs have so much to eat, the old man sighed in his heart.

"Without the consent of the lord, don't you know what punishment you will be for leaving without permission?" Elder Bishar didn't care that he ate his own food, but he was worried that if he was discovered by the Wendell family, it would cause some terrible dispute, although Hough. The relationship between the two families was good during the time of Abbot Hannes, but now that Abbot Robert is in power, I heard that this Abbot is extremely disgusted with the Wendell family.

"The Wendell family is almost finished, we didn't eat the last meal, it's better for you to be here."

"Well, if you really want to stay here, I need to report to the monk in charge, otherwise you won't get the land and the house." Elder Bishar shook his head helplessly, how could he have such a relative.

"Traitor, fool, stupid, may God let him go to hell." There was an angry roar in Robert's bedroom, and the friars waiting outside the door lowered their heads in fright, while Captain Rudolph inside looked like he didn't care about himself, sitting on a wooden chair and looking at the mad Abbot.

"When Woodlaw fled, he told the soldiers guarding that he was on your orders, so they didn't dare to stop him." Captain Rudolph knew that Woodlaw was Robert's knight of the guard, a confidant of his confidants, but he didn't expect this knight to defect.

"Worse still, he met Lady Eva before he left the abbey, and he must have told the Wendell family that we had kidnapped Lady Eva." Robert's chest rose and fell violently, and he clenched his fists and said fiercely.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency." Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Robert's brow furrowed.

"Come in."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I am a monk who runs the village, and I have something to report to you." A middle-aged monk in a gray monk's robe walked in with a wince, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, and said respectfully to Robert.

"What's the matter?" Robert didn't look at it, and there were still many things in his mind at this time.

"So, a group of runaway serfs have come to our village, and they have begged to be accommodated in the monastery."

"What are you kidding, this kind of thing is still coming to me." Robert's nose was crooked, and his subordinates were stupid guys, who had to bother themselves with such a trivial matter.

"Because, because they are traitorous slaves in the Wendell family's territory, I feel the need to report it to you." The monk who managed the village hurriedly explained, and sure enough, when he heard that it was a serf on the territory of the Wendell family, Robert's attitude calmed down.

"Ha, even their serfs are going to abandon them." Abbot Robert sneered, and he immediately gave the monk orders to receive these defected serfs.

"It's Your Excellency the Dean." The monk hurriedly and respectfully retreated, since the fire in the prayer room burned several senior monks to death, there have been secret rumors in the monastery that the new abbot is ruthless.

"Your Excellency, what if the Wendell family wants to get their serfs back?" Captain Rodolph watched the monk leave, and he turned to Robert.

"Well, I'm worried that they won't come, but I'm sure you and your soldiers won't let me down, Captain Rodolph." A cruel smile appeared on Dean Robert's mouth, and the birthmark on his face became more and more hideous.

"Of course, my soldiers and I will keep the entire monastery safe, and of course take the heads of the enemy." Rudolph straightened up and assured Robert loudly, the clash of his armor and sword made a crisp sound.

"That's good, I pray for that moment to come." Robert took his glass from the table, stood at the window and looked down, and felt his gaze at the monks sitting in the courtyard rising up and leaving, while the monks walking quickened their pace, and no one dared to face the abbot's coldness.