Chapter 392 – Might Be Real, Family (5)
A song rang through the country road. It was a popular song often sung by farmers. The full sheaf of straw got caught on the wheel and twisted itself like a rope. Full of bales of straw crushed by the soil, Lucius looked back and thought that if he raked those straws together, he could make a good rope.
“Everything has arrived.”
“Thank you.”
Lucius gave a light thanks and got off the cart. The farmer did not receive wages for the wagon. Lucius adjusted his bag once more and walked slowly. I watched the farmer walk away, then crossed the field, avoiding the ruts in the ground.
“Why doesn’t Matilda get any letters?”
A disgruntled voice echoed through the house. In the middle of the farmhouse village, there was a thatched house that looked shabby at first glance, but was clean and tidy. In front of the dressing table at her mansion her, a woman with heavy make-up scrutinized her bag her, annoyed.
“Uh? I’m going to miss another new bag this summer. I sent a letter to the lord myself, but it’s not like the wild bitch hid the letter, right? I worked so hard to get my stupid bitch to study, but nothing comes back. How… Is this why she should have had a son?”
“Right! Uh! Her son…! You should have had a son! Uh! I, well, now… Teach us farm tools! Give me some money too! Uh? Together…! Drink too! Daa! I will do it for you!”
The drunkard, hearing her lady’s grunts her, nodded her head furiously. He eagerly rubbed my drunken face and spoke gibberish. The woman screamed at her, shuddering at the sight of his incompetence and hideousness of her.
“You mean stop drinking! Go take care of the fields! The field is full of weeds!”
As he swung the bag he was holding here and there and shouted, the man waddled and dragged his heavy body outside. The woman grimaced and gritted her teeth. She went outside and the man patted her field with her toe her, then lay down on the floor and scratched her stomach before falling asleep.
The woman was too dumbfounded by his unproductive appearance of her. After the lords of each region sent her enough money, she became a man who preferred drinking with money piled up in the house rather than plowing the fields.
“Really, you should get a divorce or something. Ghosts don’t take people like that.”
The woman was fed up with his ugly appearance of her. And she took her handbag once more and placed it beside her mirror her. And she saw her man with a small bag coming into the village far away from the entrance of the village. He was a handsome man with blonde hair and red eyes. The man was walking straight towards her lady’s house.
“Oh, oh, what’s going on?”
The woman was startled, so she looked in the mirror once more and began to adjust her makeup to her. Then she covered her husband her, who was lying in the field, with a mat, and hurriedly changed into the prettiest clothes she could find. The man was unstoppable. He glanced at her husband her lying in the middle of the field and knocked on the door of the thatched house.
“Are you there?”
“Yes~. Let’s go.”
With a lively voice mixed with her snoring her, the woman opened the door. The man forced a smile as she frowned slightly at the seductive look of her woman. It was because her corners were droopy for her age her. A wrinkled, saggy neck was visible beneath the white powdered face of her.
“Hello.”
“Oh ho ho… Yes. Why did you come here?”
“I came because of Matilda.”
Lucius said while holding the papers. Margaret, who had just been delighted with the presence of a handsome man as a guest, frowned.
“Is it Matilda?”
She hated the name Matilda, as if it were a guarantee.
“What happened to Matilda?”
She asked anxiously, but there was no sign of concern on her face her. Lucius continued, not reacting to her indifferent attitude to her.
“Yes. Actually, I came here because I wanted to ask you a favor this time for the smooth support and talent growth of Miss Matilda.”
“Please?”
Lucius was too lazy to talk any longer. He took out the contract along with twenty gold coins from his pocket and held it up. Margaret opened her eyes wide at the gold coin and caught her breath.
“That gold coin…”
“If you give up her custody of Matilda and promise not to approach or interfere with Matilda again, I will give you 20 gold coins.”
A new product from the market flickered before Margaret’s eyes. If you bought it for 20 gold, you could live comfortably without worrying about money for a while. Besides, if I had money, I could have ditched that drunkard I was sick of and moved in alone. Unknowingly, she reached for her pen and came back to her senses her. Matilda was a very rare child. It made no sense for her to sell such a child for only 20 gold.
“But Matilda is the child I gave birth to. She can’t sell them for 20 or 30 gold. Are you from the Daecheonsingyo?”
“I’m from Peta Manor.”
Originally a small, simple territory, after absorbing the Delmon territory, its power grew and became one of the richest domains in the south. It was also a good place to live because Peta Lucius, the lord of the Peta Territory, had made great contributions to the country in many ways, and the territory was receiving the convenience of the kingdom in many ways. Margaret thought that with such a lord she could extract more money.
Margaret slipped from her seat and hid her expensive bag behind a mirror. She said and shook her head.
“We are apart now for circumstances, but I always want to live with Matilda. Did Matilda give her consent her? 20 gold is an absurdly small amount of money to push a family away from each other. I cannot accept this deal.”
“Is that so? Then I will give you 30 gold.”
Lucius’ head was filled with annoyance. I was tired of haggling over the price, and I was tired of listening to this woman’s spirited excuses for her. Lucius took some more of his money out of his wallet and held it out.
“30 gold. I’ll do it for 30 gold. Could you please sign it?”
Margaret’s eyes her gleamed with greed. How much is in that bag? Lucius said.
“This amount includes moving costs. I want you to move as far away from here as possible and not to appear in front of Miss Matilda again. I want you to clearly understand that once you sign, you will never see each other again.”
“Ah, if you even move…”
Her husband her, a drunkard who had fallen asleep in the field, woke up again. His thick forearms his, built from field work, were still satisfactory. Margaret hurriedly beckoned to her husband her. She said as she opened the door, the man who was rolling in the dirt frowning at her.
“Uh, honey, some water… What is it Are you a guest?”
“I need more money.”
Margaret used an overbearing tone as her bulky second husband stood at the door. Lucius was just stunned by the sight of him suddenly trying to intimidate himself, believing in his size his, which was less than a fistful. The husband must have been quick-witted, and as soon as he heard Margaret’s words, he slammed the door shut and folded his arms, frowning. Lucius said.
“How much would you like?”
“50 gold. I need at least 50 gold. Do you know how much money was spent raising Matilda? Matilda’s all her smarts and manners her! It was created thanks to my teaching while digging up the soil. As her parents, I think we deserve that much.”
Lucius got up from his seat. He asked for 50 gold even though 30 gold was too much, so he had no reason to talk further. With a face that was less sober, the husband strode towards Lucius and said,
“Where now…”
Kang!
A clear sound rang out. The eyes of her husband her, who had been standing reliably at the gate a moment before, turned white. Lucius swung his mace in the air once and looked back at Margaret. The husband, who died without any injuries from a single shot, trembled and fell to the floor.
“Uh?”
Margaret still did not understand the situation. Lucius said.
“Sit down.”
“Ahhh…!”
“You are a smart woman. Sit down You know when I scream I’ll just kill you too and make Matilda an orphan.”
Margaret nodded her head hurriedly and clamped her mouth shut. She was a woman with a faster mind than Lucius thought. Lucius unexpectedly thought that Matilda resembled her mother her. Lucius said.
“Where is the seal?”
“Ah, go, I’ll get it!”
Margaret left her seat gasping. Entering her room, she hurriedly took her seal her. Lucius said.
“20 gold. For 20 gold, you gave up Matilda’s parental rights to her. Right?”
“Yes Yes!”
“How did your husband die?”
“Mo, I don’t know! He was a man who drank and slept on the street, so I don’t know how he died. Yes!”
“Okay. You’re smart. Then sign here. Stamp it.”
Margaret frantically began signing. She signed and thumped her stamp as Lucius ordered. Her husband’s face her shimmered on her floor her and she closed her eyes tightly. Lucius said.
“As I said before. This is the amount including moving expenses. Get away from here as soon as possible, and don’t send Matilda a letter like that again. Okay? You are no stranger to Matilda from now on.”
“Ah, ah…Yes! Yes!”
Margaret nodded and sat down on her floor. Lucius took another look at her signed paper and then nodded at her. Margaret’s husband, who fell to the ground, threw it into the field. A blanket blown by the wind covered her husband’s dead body just in time. Lucius said after taking a look around.
“Live quietly. Got it?”
“Yes!”
Lucius opened the gate. The village was as quiet as it had come. He walked slowly down the street, looking for a farmer passing by, and waved at the wagon that was moving away.
Margaret was hastily packing her things in her. With her dead husband, there was no reason to stay here any longer. She packed her bare minimum and hurried out of her house. Her husband’s corpse lay in her front yard, but she had no time to mourn. She thought it was his fault her for not recognizing the powerful.
She thought about reporting it, but then she might have to vomit the 20 gold she had now. Maybe this was a good thing. There was no husband who was a drunkard and a caregiver, and he had a ton of money in his hands. Margaret wiped away her tears. She might say this might be an opportunity. When she thought so, her fear she seemed to go away.
She clutched her 20 gold in her pocket and ran frantically out of town.
