If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Lola was waiting in the red brick house.

She sat on a stool, her face calm, but her heart was full of helplessness.

She was a peasant girl, her family was robbed here, what could she do?

She was asked those questions, and she answered truthfully, but got such a result, what could she do?

Old Richard huddled in the corner with a frown.

The scars from being beaten a few months ago remained on his face, hidden by his graying hair.

He was only in his forties, but the heavy labor was about to drain all the vitality of his body. Perhaps in less than ten years, he would cough up blood and die in the field.

The neighbor who lived in the same room with them comforted his wife and daughter.

"Those soldiers eat meat every meal."

Would it be more powerful to beat his daughter?

"Those soldiers have to train every day."

All the housework has to be done by his daughter?

"Those soldiers have a high income, and they can get several copper coins every month."

Beat his daughter to death and then buy a new wife?

He had to think of the worst, and he had been tossing and turning these days.

How dare he resist this.

They were fed and well fed, and had three meals a day. They said they had been assigned tasks, but in fact they had not started working yet. Everyone stayed at home, and when it was time to eat, someone would call them to the big kitchen to get food, and they quickly adapted to the lifestyle here.

In Doug Village, he had a foundation of connections. He was treated harshly for refusing the manager's proposal to his daughter. He was still alive because of the neighbors' pleading.

But who dared to resist now.

The manager who wanted to marry Laura had his head staring at them all the way.

A family has more than just daughters. Do you want to drag the whole family to be buried with your daughter?

His heart was broken, but he had to give up, sacrificing his daughter to save the whole family, which was why he compromised.

Those big guys had plenty of ways to make them die.

"Here they come!" The neighbor's son who lived next door and was watching the wind at the door lifted the hard door curtain made of thick burlap.

The cold wind outside penetrated the warm house through the cracks.

All ten people in the room became nervous.

Soon, a hand lifted the door curtain, and a strong young man entered the room.

"Is the house number 1276?" he asked.

This was confirmed by everyone in the room.

There are too many brick houses here.

The staff told them the house number over and over again, so that they would not get lost and not know where to go.

But the soldiers could not get lost, and the house numbers were written prominently on the door of each brick house.

They knew the words and the numbers, and some soldiers could even spell their names, and read the names and addresses on the notes, so they could find the location anyway.

But he still felt that he had to ask a question.

He raised the note with his left hand, put it in front of his eyes, and read the name a little awkwardly: "Lola who lives here! The lord betrothed you to me, and I want to take you away."

He was very nervous and felt that going to the battlefield was just like this.

Those people stared at him, which made him a little scared. He knew what he was doing, taking away their daughter from a family, but this was the order of the lord, so he was full of courage and confidence.

But he had no experience in this, and his words were very stiff.

When he said this name, he didn't even know who Laura was. There were four or five women in the room.

But his eyes subconsciously focused on the most beautiful girl.

She had long ginger hair, sat dignifiedly, with her legs closed, and her face was as soft as chamomile.

When he looked into those gray pupils, he felt his heart stop beating, and prayed to the gods in his heart that it must be that girl!

"Soldier, I am Laura's father."

His eyes moved away from the girl with difficulty and fell on an old man with gray hair and haggard expression.

When he looked at him, he was also looking at this strange big man - not very tall, with small eyes and sparse eyebrows, but tall and straight, with a kind of proud spirit on his face. Wearing a standard military uniform, which was made of a blend of wool and linen, it was warm and wear-resistant, and gave people the impression of being straight and straight.

Finally, his eyes fell on his empty cuffs, and he asked in a humble voice for fear of angering the soldiers: "Your hand..."

These soldiers were completely different from the conscripts of Master Haas. The conscripts gathered and trained during wartime, while they worked day and night. Others regarded professional soldiers as rulers of a higher class than them, just like seeing a knight in battle, and respectfully addressed them as masters to avoid arousing the latter's anger.

"Broken." He raised his bandaged right arm, which was bare.

He could not hold a weapon and was about to retire.

Their lord did not ignore him, but tried his best to guarantee their future lives and promised that one day he would find a way to let them fight for him again.

Old Richard accepted this cruel fact that his daughter was about to marry a disabled man.

But one hand may not kill people. He thought with a smile in the midst of suffering.

"Who is Laura?" He stared at the girl.

"It's me." Laura stood up in his pupils, her face as calm as a lake. She had been prepared for it months ago, but there were too many twists and turns in the middle.

She prayed to the gods, but the gods told her again and again that life was not in her hands.

She came to him and heard the soldier in front of her say: "I, I am Tucker..."

The voice sounded even more nervous than her.

She looked into his small eyes, lowered her head, nodded and said, "Mr. Tucker, where are you taking me?"

She just complies.

"No, sir, call me Tucker." He stuttered.

Laura was good-natured, she saw that he was not good at words, and she didn't want to make him look bad, otherwise it would only be their family who would look bad.

"The lord asked me to take you over." He said dryly. The girl in front of him was standing in front of him, and he didn't know what to do.

Laura nodded, seeing him standing here, motionless, neither brutal nor vicious, but seemed a little unable to adapt.

She rolled her eyes, tilted her head, and said tentatively, "Then let's go."

"Oh, oh... let's go, let's go." He suddenly realized, made a standard turning backwards movement, stepped forward and opened the door curtain, and went out alone.

Laura thought thoughtfully. This soldier master was more clumsy than she thought. She thought he would have some domineering character. After all, they had killed so many people before.

Old man Richard took her right hand, with a look full of reluctance, as if it was the last time. Laura gently pulled her hand out, shook her head slightly at him, and then followed Tucker out.