Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

In the small villages of the Middle Ages, only some prosperous ones had the position of village chief.

But any normal village will have a hereditary lord.

Usually a knight, or a close confidant of a knight.

Speaking of a lord, he did the work of the village chief.

But all the collected items could not be kept for their own use, but were to be given to their barons, who continued to pay tribute upwards to the dukes.

Village chiefs are different, they have the right to choose their favorite items, valuable or beautiful.

The reason why the word beautiful is used is because, in the Middle Ages, women could also be sold as objects.

Of course, some jazz with special proclivities are also willing to auction boys as the same items, or even more valuable.

This leads to two almost identical positions, but with different "salaries", not suffering from the few but suffering from their inequality, and the hereditary lords will naturally not be balanced in their hearts.

Therefore, this big man who looked five big and three thick and had a beard on his face only had an empty shelf.

Although he wears leather armor and shoulder armor.

But in fact, there is no combat capability at all.

In addition to drinking alcohol on weekdays, I drink alcohol.

Now hearing that the little boy in front of him claimed to be a murderer, the lord couldn't help but rub his swollen eyelids from drinking.

Then said with a big tongue.

"You say you're a murderer, do you know what the consequences of a murderer will be?"

The boy's voice trembled.

A few puffs of white smoke erupted from the cool air between the lips.

He tucked his hands trembling into his cuffs, trying to warm his fingers on his arms.

"I know that I will be skinned, my lord..." The

boy seemed to want to continue to say something.

But the drunken strong man interrupted him with a rough wave of his hand.

"Well, since you already know what punishment you will suffer, you can save me a little more talk..." The

lord's poor side could not keep up with the two servants.

at this time an old man is feeding the horse.

A small one is making a fire ready to cook.

The lord looked at no one around, only this old and young, and could only pretend to be atmospheric.

"You two come and tie people up for me!"

When did this old man ever engage in the business of kidnapping people?

After struggling to find a horse grass rope from the stable and pondering it several times, he finally tied the boy's hands and feet with ropes for tying animals.

In this way, the little boy's movements became very funny, and he did not look like a prisoner who could kill at all, but a lamb to be slaughtered.

It is this lamb that has not even lost freckles on its face.

Soon he was pushed into a black dirt pit that was extremely sticky after being soaked in rain.

Dig a pit to bury some soil, several one, two, three, four, five.

The lord was also a little sober, but he didn't plan to let go of this little guy who claimed to be murderous.

The villagers need an explanation.

He also needs to give an explanation to his immediate boss.

Since this explanation has been sent to the door by itself, there is naturally no need to say more.

The lord sharpened his sword.

There are many marks of broken beatings on the rough curves.

It seems that this knife is a piece of tin made by a worker who knocks a few times at random when he is idle and bored.

Maybe you should be glad for that boy.

The final decision of the criminal law is not to behead.

If it is a blunt knife to kill, it is really more uncomfortable than any death method under the sky.

The lord pretended to sharpen his knife a few more times, and then aimed the sharper part of his iron piece at the little boy's forehead.

Zig......

A blood-red scratch suddenly appeared on the boy's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, a string of blood flowed from the center of the eyebrow.

The boy seemed to want to see what kind of injury he had on his forehead.

But the blood-red patch had come to his eyes, blocking all the boy's sight.

The lord swayed and picked up a wooden jar from the side.

He stretched out his hand with a big grin.

Reach into the jar with your dirty hands and pull out a large pile of slimy liquid from it.

The lord carefully applied the liquid to the boy's wound.

Then he reached out and licked his finger.

"Hey, although it's already last year's aged honey, it's still so sweet!"

After speaking, he stretched out his finger and handed it to the boy.

At this point, the boy did not realize what he would experience next.

Just smelled the aroma of honey.

I remember the last time I smelled this scent. At least two or three years ago.

The boy stretched out his tongue and licked it gently, and the lord immediately took his hand back, rubbing it on his body with great disgust, and couldn't help but stare at the little boy viciously.