The figure of the second son of the cowherd has disappeared, and the voices of the villagers next to the commons are getting louder and louder, and the faces of the steward Ifrett and the police officer Espier are getting worse and worse.

Before they knew it, the villagers were turning their heads to look at the end of the view of the trail to the west of the village, and in the same direction, Ifrit was on her tiptoes again, stretching her neck again and again.

However, a long time had passed, until the fourth bell rang in the direction of the church, and Ifrett's eyes were almost bursting with flames, and the end of the path west of the commons was still empty, and neither the village ploughing ox, nor the cowherd Brown, nor the eldest son, Baker, nor the second, Grimm, had never seen anything.

"Bastard! Chop Pieces! Stupid pig! Prisoner! Slave who is always lowly! ”

Obviously, as the superior person of the village, even when he was angry, Mr. Steward showed a rich vocabulary superior to others: "What the hell are these fools doing!" ”

"Sanchez! Sikal! Turning to the cowherd's brother and the cowherd's nearest neighbor, Ifrit let out another roar that almost all the villagers could hear clearly: "You two, go over and see now!" ”

Shaking in the same veil, Sanchez and Sikal turned and ran to the west of the village.

Just a few steps later, another shout from Everett came from behind him: "If you don't come back, you never have to come back!" ”

Hearing the undisguised fury of the steward's roar, the cowherd's brother and the cowherd's neighbor apparently slammed at the same time, and when they stepped back on, their steps were noticeably quicker again.

Time passed very slowly.

At some point, the rain stopped falling, the clouds gradually disappeared, and the sky became bright again.

The villagers waited until their eyes were sore, their legs were numb, and they kept standing on their toes, and when Ifrit, who had stretched his neck, was almost a little taller, two small figures finally appeared at the corner of the west of the commons, at the end of the muddy path.

It was Sanchez and Sikal, the cowherd's younger brother and the cowherd's closest neighbor, and both of them ran all the way, and the pace was very big, but the speed was not very fast, because the two people who were running, their bodies were crooked, their feet were staggering, and even, when they were about to pass the intersection of the holy talisman, the flat road, Sanchez suddenly fell to the ground and lay down on the ground covered with mud.

Seeing such a situation, there was no need for any other prompting, the cowherd's wife, the village steward, and the nervous police officer immediately rushed over, and the villagers who were watching next to them also involuntarily began to move forward.

Without waiting for everyone to approach, the cowherd brother who ran in front, Sanchez, who was pale and frightened, suddenly fell down again, just struggled to get up, and before he could run two steps, his legs were weak again, and he was replanted in the mud, and then, Sanchez used his hands and feet together, stumbling again and again, the road was wet and muddy, and he was anxious and hurried, Sanchez was full of face, up and down, and covered with mud everywhere, but he still couldn't stand up again.

During the struggle, the cowherd's wife, the village police officer, and the galloping steward were getting closer and closer, Sanchez was getting more and more anxious, his movements were getting bigger and bigger, and he fell down again, and the steward who was running in front had rushed to the front, Sanchez gave up the struggle, raised his head again from the mud, and didn't know when he was already in tears, and without waiting for a few people to ask, looking at the cowherd's wife with a pale face, Sanchez cried: "It's over!" Ramiel, it's all over! Lamir, we're done! ”

Before the cowherd's wife, Ramiel, could ask, and the face of the steward of Ifrit instantly turned the same pale.

Stepping into the filthy mire without hesitation, ignoring the muddy water soaking his trousers quickly, Ifrit leaned over and grabbed Sanchez with both hands: "Finished? What's over? What's wrong? What happened? ”

"It's over...... It's all over......" Sanchez didn't resist, his body shook, and he just continued to cry and whisper over and over: "...... It's all over...... It's all over......"

"Bastard! Chop Pieces! Stupid pig! A series of almost angry curses erupted in a frenzy, and the next moment, the diminutive steward Ifrett's hands slammed into force, and actually pinched Sanchez from the mud: "What the hell is going on? What the hell is over! ”

I don't know if he finally got out of the muddy water, or if his neck was choked tightly, Sanchez's face turned red, and his words finally became clearer: "Brown is finished...... Baker is finished...... Greene is finished...... The cow is finished...... It's all over! The cattle in the village are all gone! It's all over! ”

"What?"

As if struck by a thunderbolt, Ifrit suddenly lost his mind, his hands weakly released, and in the next moment, the short steward suddenly leaned over again and grabbed Sanchez, who had just fallen to the ground.

"Cow! Finish! Finish! Grabbing Sanchez, Ifrett's face was hideous, his eyes were spewing fire, and he gritted his teeth word by word and asked: "Here!" Bottom! Be! Miscellaneous! Whatever! Earth! Square! Bring! I! Pass! Go! ”

"It's over...... Finished...... It's all over ......."

Sanchez's speech was clear for long, and Sanchez couldn't react to the steward's question, the godless cowherd brother, whose upper body was dragged up by the steward, and the lower half of his body fell to the ground, his mouth opened and closed, and the rest was muttering: "It's over...... It's over......"

"Prisoner! Slave who is always lowly! ”

Angrily threw Sanchez into the mud, and the steward of Ifrit shook his head violently, his eyes were full of fire, and he stared viciously at the cowherd neighbor next to him, who was also pale and trembling at this time: "Here! Bottom! Be! Miscellaneous! Whatever! Earth! Square! Bring! I! Pass! Go! ”

"This ...... This...... Edge ......"

The cowherd's neighbor, the trembling Sikal, had just stretched out his right hand to point to the west of the village, when Ifrit had grabbed Sikal by the shoulder, dragged the poor fellow, and rushed out with a swift pace.

Immediately after, the figure of the village police officer Espier also disappeared around the corner of the path.

The steward and the police officer left at the same time, the village cattle were absent from the summer service and were thrown next to the commons, the villagers were talking a lot, and they did not know what to do, and several families, who were usually close to the cowherd's family, came to the cowherd's wife and Sanchez in a panic, and it was not long before the villagers saw in the faces of these people that they could not hide their horror and hesitation.

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Ten minutes later, the police officer Espil ran back to the commons, gathered dozens of able-bodied villagers, led them, and hurried to the west of the village.

On the side of the hill, Ifrit, whose face was not bloodied, staggered and stumbled towards the middle of the village, in the direction of his house.

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Half an hour later.

The messenger of the village, riding on the steward's mount, the only lean horse in the village, swept swiftly past the eyes of the people, and galloped in the direction of the lord's castle with a speed never before seen by the villagers.

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An hour later.

There was a buzz and buzz next to the commons.

From the west side of the village to the big trees on the side of the road, shrubs, weeds, mud floors, and blood stains everywhere along the way.

On both sides of the path, more than 30 scarred ploughing cattle were restless, mooing from time to time. Next to these ploughing cattle, hundreds of family members of the ploughing cattle let out even louder curses and curses.

A little farther away, the injury was even more serious, and it was no longer possible to move, and the five or six ploughing oxen, which were carried back by dozens of sturdy villagers out of breath, were neatly placed in the haystacks that had been hastily moved, convulsions from time to time, heavy gasps, and every time the ploughing oxen twitched or wheezed, it would make the dozens of villagers next to them wail in pain, and the sound of miserable weeping was even more poignant.

A little farther away, three men collapsed limply in the mud.

On the far left is Brown, with a rattan around his neck, blocked by low rocks and thorns when he fell, and finally trampled by nearly ten cow hooves, half of his body was blurred with flesh and blood;

In the middle is Baker, who kicks away the branches of the trees that stand in the way at will, and suddenly falls a boulder above his head, and he can't avoid hitting his shoulder, and his right arm is weirdly twisted;

On the far right is Grimm, who walked down the hillside and stepped on a series of leaves, suddenly fell and grabbed a large handful of mud, and fell down the valley inexplicably, leaving his left leg exposed with white bones;

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Two hours later.

The commons are much cleaner.

In the case of the injuries, more than 30 ploughing oxen that were able to move around had already been driven back to their respective families, and the five or six ploughing oxen, who were seriously injured and unable to move on their own, were also carried by the villagers onto wooden carts and sent back to their respective wooden houses.

Returning in a hurry, Ifrett, the steward who had hastily arranged everything, still stumbling and staggering.

Driven back to the ploughing cattle, carried away the ploughing cattle, and took care of the ploughing cattle, less than half of the remaining villagers next to the commons.

The day's summer ploughing finally began, gathering the last dozen intact ploughing oxen, putting on three large plough carts, and a dozen handlebar and plough handlebar type one person to take care of the other, carefully walking in the front.

The work was less than half of the usual, and the villagers were naturally very relaxed, but no one would feel happy, and all the villagers who stayed behind were weak and absent-mindedly waving the tools in their hands.

Next to the commons, the steward Ifrett and the police officer Espier had no intention of accusing the almost blatant laziness in front of them, and from time to time they looked in the direction of the village, and occasionally their eyes swept over the mud, and only Ramil was silently sobbing around them, and no one paid any attention to them, and when the three cowherds who were still slumped down weakly, their eyes would burst out with endless anger and deep ferocity like the villagers who remained.

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Five hours later.

It was close to evening, the sky was already dark, and it was already the end of the summer service, but the stewards and police officers who were beside the commons, with chapped lips and countless white marks in their fists, did not make any sound.

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Six and a half hours later.

It was almost completely dark, and it had been a long time since the end of the summer service, and the villagers, who had long since stopped their farm work, and the steward, the police officer, who had not reacted to it, suddenly heard a series of rapid horses' hooves at the same time.

To the east of the village, in the direction of the lord's castle, four tall black shadows rushed through a corner, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly became louder, the image of the black shadows became clearer and clearer, quickly passing the shadows of several large trees, and on top of the four tall horses, the iron-faced agricultural officer, with three retinues, imprinted into the eyes of the villagers.