Hearing the Village Chief Zhengzhong’s solemn instructions, the other villagers nodded one after another.
In fact, not to ntion offending him, they didn’t even dare to have any unnecessary thoughts.
Before this, the villagers of Puteng Village generally lived in their own small village.
They had also heard of what kind of life those displaced villagers lived.
In a new environnt, being out of place with others, facing exclusion and difficulty, were the least of the worries.
In severe cases, they might even lose their lives.
Moreover, so of the lords had very strange tempers, a slight dissatisfaction could lead to beatings and abuse, which were common occurrences.
So lords with peculiar habits would even use these commoners for certain inhumane experints!
Many commoners could not endure such tornt and chose to end their lives.
And this ti, it was said that their lord was a Chosen Lord.
The concept of a Chosen or Divine Chosen Lord was foreign to these villagers.
They only knew that being able to move with their entire family to a new place was sothing they didn’t dare to dream of.
Even if this lord was a bit harsh or eccentric, they could only endure it silently.
At this mont, the old Village Chief Zelco saw a dignified figure approaching from the front.
Standing about one ter seventy, wearing a mage robe as if made of white satin, emitting an astonishing cold aura.
The aura was completely different from the nobles and knights he had seen before.
Beside him were two figures, one big and one small, like little princesses walking out of a fairy tale.
Their perfect looks, fair skin that seed like it could be broken by a blow, instantly attracted the attention of a group of young boys and girls in Puteng Village.
As the saying goes, "Age brings wisdom," Zelco, having lived for most of his life, had long developed a keen ability to judge people.
Thus, he instantly deduced that this person was their lord.
Before Cao Xing arrived.
Zelco quickly glanced around and whispered, "Everyone get ready, this is our new lord."
The villagers all beca vigilant, preparing as if facing a great enemy.
And at that mont, like recalling sothing, the Village Chief quickly asked, "By the way, where did those two kids, Sale and Bodi, go?"
The villagers, upon hearing this, shook their heads in unison.
Before their eyes, the three figures drew closer and closer.
The old Village Chief, unable to ponder much more, swiftly led all the villagers to wait respectfully in place.
When Cao Xing arrived, the old Village Chief directly ca to him and knelt down.
"This strong and handso lord."
"I am the Village Chief Zelco, and I represent all the original villagers of Puteng Village in welcoming your return."
"Your wisdom will guide us to prosperity, and your strength will lead us to triumph."
The old Village Chief started with a stream of flattery.
Prostrating himself on the ground, he pressed his forehead against Cao Xing’s boots, lowering his posture as much as possible.
Cao Xing didn’t speak, instead gazing at the two hundred kneeling figures before him, with a slight frown.
"Did Cao Yi not tell you the rules of this territory?"
Zelco raised his head, a few traces of confusion appearing on his weathered old face.
"Uh... the rules?" He seed slightly puzzled.
Cao Xing directly said, "Except for those who have wronged, there is no need to kneel when eting the Lord, just bow."
Upon hearing this, Zelco was taken aback.
After recalling for a mont, he quickly nodded, "Lord Cao Yi did tell us..."
Cao Xing imdiately widened his eyes, "Then what are you waiting for? Everyone, stand up."
Upon hearing Cao Xing’s stern voice, the hundreds of villagers trembled all over, their faces turning pale as paper!
The old Village Chief Zelco almost instinctively stood up.
As he rose, the others followed suit.
"Clatter!"
The more than two hundred people of Puteng Village stood as they had been, so tall, so short.
Previously, with them all kneeling, Cao Xing hadn’t seen clearly.
Now he realized, these people were truly thin!
Each looked as frail as a skeleton.
The face of the old Village Chief was sunken, cheekbones protruding like craggy rocks carved by ti, hands bony and knobby like dried branches.
The others also appeared as long-term undernourished refugees, so slender they seed to be carried off by a re breeze.
Besides, he noticed that many ca with families.
Among them were quite a few children.
Ranging from three or four-year-old toddlers to seven or eight-year-old children.
But they, like their parents, had pale faces and lean bodies.
Clearly, this was the result of long-term lack of food and malnutrition.
In this world, simply surviving to grow up was an achievent, there was no way to consider other dietary matters.
The children wore anxious looks, eyes cast downwards.
Yet they couldn’t help but cast glances at Tong Chuchu and Eliza.
For the first ti, as peers, they saw such a pretty little lady.
Her skin was so fair, her features so delicate, like fairy maidens from the heavens, and her clothes were bright and clean.
In comparison, these two little girls seed to belong to a different world entirely!
This also made the children of Puteng Village envy imnsely.
They had fantasized about dressing like those two little girls.
However, they only dared to imagine, not act out of turn.
After all, these children could sense that even though the two little girls were beautiful, they were equally dangerous!
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