"That's right! The chicken is too small, how can it be eaten by our family? Kill a sheep, kill a sheep."
"Dad...there's really no need!"
"My dear! Kill a sheep, kill a sheep."
The child's mother said excitedly: "Kill a sheep? Are you crazy? Your life is not going to last. If it's not the New Year or the festival, if you want to kill it, just kill me!"
"What's wrong..." Cézanne's momentum suddenly declined. "My daughter's 'geocentric theory' has been recognized by the Holy See. It can be spread and studied all over the world in books. Let's celebrate our daughter..."
Cézanne's wife Edne loudly said: "What are you celebrating? Can that piece of bread be eaten or used as a drink? Has it earned a piece of bread or a piece of linen for the family?"
Cézanne frowned.
"Academic matters, how can academic matters be measured by food and clothing!? The Duke was very happy this time. He mentioned it to everyone and showed off to our novices without hesitation.
Now all the prominent people in the whole South Territory know that we have a rare person in our family, and I won’t have to worry about their judgment when I add my daughter to the Duke’s Palace in the future.”
"Bah!"
Edney said bitterly: "What does it have to do with those idle talkers when we marry our daughter? Let me tell you again, Elizabeth grew up eating our family's food, and her growth is nothing like the idlers you care about.
If there is no half-cent relationship, we can stand upright and marry her to the Duke's Palace in an upright and upright manner."
Cézanne was angry and said hysterically: "That's just your idea! Without this incident, they would only think that our young man is not worthy of the Duke's son. There is too much difference in status, especially since the Duke's family only has
There is a son, and aristocratic ladies with bulging breasts and fragrant breasts are lining up to squeeze into their house..."
Elizabeth grabbed Cézanne's clothes and signaled him to stop talking.
Cézanne was angry, but his wife Edney's toughness did not change at all. "Ah... are you done? Then I will also say, if you dare to touch our chickens and sheep, try it!"
Cézanne looked at Edne with sullen and puzzled eyes, and his joy could not be conveyed to her at all, not even a little bit.
Edney sneered at his unproductive and unreasonable troubles, snorted coldly and walked away to do other farm work.
Cézanne felt guilty and anxiously knelt down and said to Elizabeth: "I'm sorry, you have made so much money for your family, but your family has not shown any sign of it..."
"It doesn't matter." Elizabeth said quickly: "I don't want any celebration."
"But……"
"There is no but." Elizabeth said frankly: "It was you and my mother who gave birth to me and raised me, but I didn't think about you at all before preaching the 'geocentric theory'. I heard the teacher say that when he was promoting academic theories in the imperial capital,
He was threatened with a sharp knife on his back. If he didn't persist to the end, the teacher didn't succeed, we failed, not just me, but you and your mother would be implicated because of me...
I was blinded by the false glory of the moment, and I unknowingly put you and my mother in danger, which is really unfilial. If you are willing to forgive me, I will be very satisfied, and I have no face to beg for your reward.
"
Cezanne hugged Elizabeth.
"My good daughter! You are the best among the three children. It's a pity that you are a girl. Otherwise, how difficult would it be to become a famous scholar like Ronis?"
Elizabeth was held in Cézanne's arms, full of happiness...but she could not immerse herself in this happiness for a long time.
"...Dad...Actually, I've been feeling uneasy lately. I always feel like something is going to happen."
Cézanne frowned. A teenage girl should be in the blooming season of mountain flowers, and Elizabeth, who has early intelligence, thinks a lot, and is destined to be unable to play carefree and be happy and free like ordinary children.
"...My poor child." Cézanne sighed: "It must be your teacher Ronis who has a brilliant tongue and described the thrilling deeds in the imperial capital to you, which frightened you. Don't be afraid, dad will always be you
A strong backing, you can rely on me more and more."
Elizabeth obviously misunderstood the meaning and quickly confided to Cézanne: "I have been paying attention to the progress of geocentric theory in the imperial capital and ignored many things. Only after my anxious heart calmed down did I realize that many abnormalities have occurred. For example, after the beginning of spring this year
,Have the orcs come to plunder it?"
Cézanne hugged Elizabeth and thought for a while, shaking his head in surprise.
"That's right... I only heard that there were a few robberies in the winter. After the spring, the orcs seemed to disappear, and there was no news about them."
The two looked at each other and fell silent.
The agricultural production capacity of the orcs is far lower than that of the humans, and the gods have given them bodies that are stronger than humans, which means that they consume food faster than the humans.
Every autumn is the harvest season, and even big-tailed squirrels know how to collect nuts as food reserves. Orcs and humans are no exception, but every year the orcs don’t have enough food to eat. If the orcs are hungry, they will come to the humans in droves.
The looting here is especially severe in spring, but this year it is unusually calm...
Elizabeth looked at her father who was silent. She didn't know how he felt, but her nervousness that a storm was about to come was getting stronger and stronger.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta..."
The sound of horse hooves outside the house became more and more rapid from far to near. Cézanne quickly let go of Elizabeth and walked out of the house quickly. Elizabeth pursed her lips and followed closely.
I saw a rider carrying a flag riding his horse into the hospital and shouting loudly on his horse: "Is this the residence of Lord Cézanne in the pastoral village?"
Cezanne stepped forward. "I am Cézanne."
"Very good!"
The rider turned over and dismounted, shaking off the dirt all over his body. He had dark circles under his eyes, was dirty and greasy, and had a short and uneven beard. But he still said excitedly: "I came over here when I saw a stable at your house, and it turned out that I was right.
Sir Cézanne, I am a messenger from the Duke's command. I have important military information to convey back to the castle. The horses are tired and I have to transfer them to you."
"no problem!"
Cézanne brought the horse, ordered the soldier to get on the horse and hugged him before leaving. Elizabeth rushed over and raised a bamboo tube high.
The soldier was stunned, and Cézanne hurriedly said: "Take it, this is water."
The soldier hesitated after taking the water, and whispered in a low voice: "Hurry up and let the female family members go to the north to take refuge. The orcs are attacking."
"Attacked?...Isn't it plundering?" Cézanne asked in confusion: "How many orcs are there, hundreds or thousands?"
"Tens of thousands!"
The soldiers shouted two words and left.
"...tens of thousands?" Cézanne, who was holding his tired horse in hand, chewed these two words over and over again and suddenly became alert. "Xiaobai, go to your mother quickly and ask her to pack her bags and take refuge in the stone castle. You and your mother and sister will go.
Quick, quick, quick! Take action!!”
The development of the situation was far beyond expectations.
The mobilization power of Cézanne and the village chief was far less than the greed of the villagers. Just at dusk when the fools were complaining about moving forward with chickens and sheep, a clear and loud howl of a wolf echoed.