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Chapter-36: smashing the hand of Sander Lark
In order to survive, they will do anything and lose their humanity. Haven't you seen the tragedy of eating one's own children during famine in the C country in her past life? The road to exile is a life threatening one, and one is always shrouded in the shadow of death.
How many people can maintain their kind humanity? "Once the killing intention arises, who knows who will die first? After all, this kind of thing is not only about mind and means, but also depends on God's will."
"Uncle Sander, it seems that God is on my side." She was talking nonsense, which irritated Sander Lark's eyes so much that they turned red.
"Wendy Lark." Wendy Lark pointed the stone at his temple, a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes, "If there is a next time, God will hit you here. Tell me, can you still reach Varna alive?"
Sander Lark was so frightened that his soul flew out of his body. He even lost control of his lower body and a foul smell spread. "I will never dare to do it again. I swear."
(She is not a niece, she is a devil! She will definitely dare to take his life!) He thought in his frightened heart. He was really scared! Wendy Lark looked at the others with a cold gaze.
"Whoever makes trouble again will suffer this fate. You have only one life left, so I will show mercy and send you to see the King of Hell." Those who were swept by her couldn't help but shiver, shaking with fear.
The whole audience was silent, and everyone's eyes had different expressions, some awe, some fear, and some hatred. But they all knew one thing that is.
"The third young lady of the Lark family was a ruthless person, so they should never provoke her or try to take advantage of her. Unless, you are confident enough to kill her, Otherwise, just wait to be killed by her."
The officers couldn't help but exclaimed, "This girl is as brave as any soldier on the battlefield. She's a real man. No, no, I was wrong. She's a real woman."
Mr. Jeff: ...Speechless…. He has never been speechless so many times in his life that he has been speechless in these short few days
The second master of the Lark family and his wife said "My daughter has suffered!"
Tom Lark's brother "My sister is so pitiful!"
Everyone had a face full of question marks, doubting life. What the hell were they talking about? Wilson Lark cried loudly,
"My poor daughter, what has happened to you? It's because I'm a useless father. I didn't dare to resist when I was bullied, and I drove the weak and timid girl crazy."
"Sister, it's the brothers who are useless. Don't be afraid. We will fight together in the future."
Everyone: ...speechless…. (Are we going to smash someone together?) Everyone thought and the scene is quite funny.
The scene was so beautiful that I dare not think too much about it. Also, is there really nothing wrong with the brains of your whole family? Wendy Lark successfully shocked everyone and no one was so blind as to cause trouble for her anymore.
Wilson Lark and his two sons were all wearing shackles and had difficulty moving, so Wendy Lark learned to drive a mule cart. She was very smart and learned it in no time, and the mule cart was stable.
She let Wilson Lark and his wife sit in the carriage to rest, and her two brothers followed beside the mule cart, taking turns to rest after every hour. This way everyone can rest and won't be so tired.
The Lark family father and son were not idle either. They watched Wendy Lark driving the mule cart and learned together. Mary took off her shoes and socks, and her feet, after applying the medicine powder, felt cool and much better.
Others could only walk on their legs, their feet were rubbed to the point of bleeding and they were exhausted and collapsed. They thought they were going fast enough, but the officials thought it was too slow and kept urging them to hurry up.
If they could not find a place to stay before evening, they would have to sleep in the wild. Everyone was frightened and had to hurry onwards as fast as they could. Even if they were too tired to breathe, they would still move forward if they were dragged.
After walking for a while, we finally arrived at a small town before nightfall. I should have stayed at the post station, but there was a post station every thirty miles, so I couldn't make it today.
There is an inn in the town. Ordinary officials sleep in dormitories, while leaders live in rooms with people in their heads. As for the fugitives, they lived in the woodshed, where it was nice to have a place sheltered from the wind and rain.
The head of the Foster family bowed to Lord Jeff and asked politely, "Sir, can we pay for a room in the "Ordinary" room? My mother is old and in poor health."
As he said this, he secretly slipped some silver to Lord Jeff, a former head of the Ministry of War who was involved in an unspeakable case and was exiled to a border town. Mr. Jeff thought about the silver and said in a very easy way, "Okay."
Once outside the capital, the place is high and remote and no one is watching. As long as the prisoners are willing to spend money, everything can be negotiated. Except for one thing, the shackles cannot be removed.
The waiter led the way, and the Foster family's head and his wife quickly helped their old mother upstairs to rest. Wendy Lark looked at him eagerly, "Sir, I also want to open an ordinary room."
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