"Small? Small is good! This old man likes them young!"
Listening to the pleas of the Sha Clan woman Ayisen, the Sha Clan Priest once again drooled and chuckled lecherously.
He had long coveted the two girls of this family, Shaana and Sha Yina.
To put it bluntly, the problem of water shortage in this family's wheat field was actually his doing. He took the tributes from this household, performed a ritual to bring water, but only half of the normal amount, making it impossible for the wheat seedlings not to wither.
"Do you agree or not? If not, I'll be leaving now! The next time I come will be in ten days." While speaking, the Sha Clan Priest Laxen made a gesture as if to leave.
The Sha Clan woman, the mother Ayisen, panicked, looking at her husband gasping for breath, then at her daughters, one just of age and the other not yet, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, caught in a dilemma.
