bookpub Chapter 123 Why are you only arriving now?
Chapter 123 Why are you only arriving now?
That night.
The early summer night wasn't too cool. More than two hundred gray cloth tents were spread out along the outer side of the city wall, and the serfs, having finished their dinner, sat on the ground in twos and threes chatting.
There is joy.
There was laughter and commotion.
Some looked worried and distressed.
"Is that new serf supervisor in our group a bit slow?"
A dark-skinned serf rubbed his rough hands together, his brows furrowed in worry.
"Yesterday, the housekeeper asked me to move wool from the warehouse and rewarded me with some extra work points, but when the serf steward announced the results today, he only recorded the basic work points."
As soon as he said this, a dozen or so serfs gathered around, all with the same worried look on their faces.
"you do not say!"
Another serf slapped his thigh and echoed, "I feel wronged!"
"The day before yesterday, an official from the crafts department asked me to move over 110 bottles of pine tar!"
"It's much more tiring than carrying gravel, but at least I was rewarded with some work points, and the foreman forgot to add them back."
They didn't think that they should get work points for their labor; even if the adults didn't give them, they felt it was normal.
However, despite having already received the extra work points, they were lost due to the negligence of the person in charge.
That's really creepy.
The more work points they earn, the sooner they can be promoted to free citizens, which makes it impossible for them not to be anxious.
Someone subconsciously scratched their buttocks, which were covered in whip marks—scars left from arguing with serf managers in other territories.
Even when they arrived in Chiffon and were under a benevolent lord, their years of oppression had instilled in them a submissive attitude that made them hesitant to raise concerns about the miscalculation of work points.
"or..."
"Should we talk to the housekeeper about this?"
Someone whispered something, their voice extremely low, as if afraid of being overheard.
Immediately, someone shook their head.
"The housekeeper is so busy. If we complain to her, won't she think we're trying to cause trouble?"
"Besides..."
"The manager didn't do it on purpose. What if we anger him?"
The serf supervisor in charge of their group admitted that he had only recently learned to read and write and was not very good at arithmetic.
He had to register the work points of more than fifty serfs, calculate the double work points for special posts, and the work point bonuses for being assigned extra heavy physical labor.
Moreover, there are too many serfs and too few people in charge. In addition, literacy and arithmetic are two completely different things, so they often make mistakes or omissions in calculations.
...
Compared to other territories, this young serf steward was actually quite kind; at least he didn't whip them at the drop of a hat.
If he feels that the serfs under his control have a problem with him, who knows if he will become enraged.
The life we live now is something no one could have imagined before. Nobody wants to change their current situation; they just want to get a beating for no reason.
Just as the group was looking worried and sighing, a tall figure walked leisurely through the tents.
"It's Wade!"
Someone's eyes lit up and they immediately called out to him.
Who is Dwyane Wade?
This guy was the most prestigious among all the serfs!
He was not only the first person chosen by the lord to be assigned to a special post, but he was also patted on the shoulder by the lord himself a few days ago.
and.
He was the only one who could see the castle maids often, because a maid would supervise him when he harvested crops.
If anyone is suitable to raise the issue, it has to be him!
A dozen or so serfs rushed forward and surrounded him, explaining that his work points had been shortchanged.
"I see."
After Wade understood the situation, he promised to help convey the message, and the serfs immediately smiled and thanked him repeatedly.
Then.
Wade seemed to have something urgent to attend to, and without talking to them for long, he turned and left in a hurry.
...
As he passed over a dozen tents and arrived at the outskirts of the camp where the female serfs lived, a clear voice rang out.
"Borst, I'll say it again, I already have someone I like, so can you please stop bothering me?"
It was Ilala's voice, filled with suppressed anger and a hint of barely perceptible fear.
Wade's heart tightened, and he immediately quickened his pace. After walking around several tents, he finally saw what had happened.
under the moonlight.
A tall, burly serf was grabbing Illara's arm. This man was Borst, who had joined Chiffon later, and was one of the five hundred serfs.
Ira's cheeks flushed red as she struggled to shake off the other person's hand, her eyes filled with disgust and fear.
Why?
Borst's tone was filled with resentment and stubbornness as he continued to pull at the object.
"You're young, and I'm strong; I'm sure I can help you give birth to several healthy children!"
"Let go of me! I hate you!"
Ira screamed, as if she was recalling some unpleasant memory, and tears were almost welling up in her eyes.
Borst, however, persisted and reached out his other hand, trying to pull Ira into his arms.
Just as his arm was about to touch Illa's shoulder, a dark shadow suddenly rushed over!
Borst felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and was kicked away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
Borst felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and was kicked away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
Borster winced in pain and struggled to get up, only to see Wade standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes, looking like he wanted to devour him.
Wade roared and, without giving Borst a chance to react, rushed up and started punching and kicking him.
Borst was beaten so badly that he screamed and curled up on the ground, begging for mercy.
"Stop hitting him!"
"I was wrong, I'll never do it again!"
Illala turned pale with fright and collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly.
Wade was heartbroken and immediately stopped what he was doing, turned around and hugged her tightly.
"Don't be afraid..."
"I'm here for you."
Illa hugged Wade, buried her head in his chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, and cried out loudly.
"you..."
"Why are you so late... Waaah!"
...
The commotion here had already alerted the nearby serfs and militiamen on guard duty.
Katherine rushed over and saw Borst curled up on the ground, and Wade and Illara embracing each other. She frowned and asked what had happened.
While gently patting Illa's back to comfort her, Wade recounted what had just happened.
More and more serfs gathered around, and they all recognized Wade and Illara.
Ever since the lord announced that serfs could freely form families, the two of them had often been seen together, and it seemed that they were having an affair, which was known to almost everyone among the old serfs.
and so.
They were also furious with Borst!
Illara had suffered a terrible ordeal before, and if it weren't for the Lord's mercy, she would never have been able to stand up again.
Now they're being bullied by the serfs who joined later; it's outrageous!
Empathy and a sense of closeness led them to speak up, requesting that the militia whip Borst!
The details of the matter are clear and straightforward.
Then there's nothing more to say.
Catherine stepped forward, drew her leather whip from her waist, and lashed Borst on the ground!
Having spent this time working with the mining team, she had developed a more warrior-like fierceness, and her blows were heavy and ruthless, causing Borst to scream in agony after just a few slaps.
soon.
Borst's back and buttocks were bruised and bleeding profusely. After twenty lashes, his body convulsed a few times.
She was no longer breathing...
The noise at the campsite came to an abrupt halt.