Chapter 6 – Ira Gets Fucked at the End (5)

The people in the mansion seemed to have a lot to say about the tenant farmers who were dragged along like dogs. I didn’t know if it was about me who suddenly became violent, or if it was about the tenant farmers who were ruined for trying too blatantly to take their property.

In fact, you don’t even have to worry about it. The important thing is that I have a mace in my hand and that a family of peasants has been dragged like pigs into the middle of the manor house. If you were dragged like a pig, you have to be beaten like a pork cutlet. I practiced swinging my mace in the air. The peasants who saw my practice were shivering while being tied up.

The woman lying next to her continued to say to the peasant:

“Hey honey. How are we now? Yes?”

“Mo, I don’t know. Sorry.”

It was a very tearful sight. The two daughters next to me were trembling like an aspen tree, right next to the peasant. While the wife and the peasants were all fat and ugly, the daughters were well-maintained and quite beautiful. I was briefly moved, but shook my head resolutely.

Peasant’s Wells Blasting was muddy. It was because the guards, who had not prepared a separate cart, dragged it roughly by tying it with a rope. They also brought their daughters and wives along. There were no human rights for criminals in this country anyway.

Even those who were caught stealing taxes to be paid to the lord had nothing more to say. At this level, anything other than me roasting them was acceptable.

“Blasting. You know your sins, right?”

“Yes! I have committed a sin to death! Punish me and my family…”

Bang!

He hit the floor with his mace to interrupt the peasant’s speech. The peasant admitted his guilt and begged to be punished as quickly as he evaded taxes. And he was hoping that his family would be spared.

After hearing the commotion, Sieri came out and asked Robin what was going on. After hearing the situation from Robin, Cieri came up to me and said,

“My lord. He…Having mercy on his family…”

Sieri expressed her opinion in a very cautious tone lest it undermine my authority. I shook my head and said.

“Sierri. If you commit a crime, you must be punished. If you do something lenient once, you set a bad precedent. If I don’t punish the first case properly, what will people think after that? Thinking about it, I commit evil deeds again.”

Shieri shut her mouth. I wondered if Sieri’s favorability of her was slightly lowered, but he couldn’t take care of this. If he behaves weakly in front of a cheater, he will surely be bitten. You should definitely see the end. I had Robin send Sieri back into the mansion, and I looked at the peasants again.

“I punished you and asked for your family to live. Blasting.”

“Yes! Yes! Please!”

The peasant once again hit his head on the floor. He seemed already convinced that he could not buy himself. But tax evasion is a felony, and above all, those peasant wives and daughters could not have known about tax evasion.

Rather, I wanted everyone to laugh at the stupid lord and have a party. It was obvious that he would not have stopped his father or husband. These pups are accomplices. Accomplices should be treated the same. If you give it room, evil will surely stick its head out through the gap. I wanted to show you what happens when you evade taxes with this incident.

I ordered the soldiers to set the daughters aside. Then, he lightly swung his mace in front of his wife. The wife was showing tears, her toad-like face trembling. The peasant was struggling on the floor.

After swinging my mace in the air several times, I lightly tapped her on the head her and aimed at her point of impact her. He stepped on her wife’s leg with one foot, immobilizing her.

“Lord! Lord! I was wrong! Please punish me! Please, please!”

My wife struggled and tried to get away from me. After measuring the trajectory of swinging the mace, I took a stance. The tenant farmer let out a scream close to screaming.

“Lord! Please! I’m sorry! I will die, Lord! Lord!”

Kang!

With a cool sound, the woman who had been screaming shut her mouth. Her head her took a big turn and rolled on her floor. Her neck her hung limply, her neck vertebrae no longer supporting it. Leaving the broken wife on her floor her, she pointed a mace at her daughters her.

Robin came up to me and said.

“My lord. But even my daughters do that… “

“I’m not dying.”

The peasant had a look on his face as he could not help but scream. He stared blankly at the fallen wife, then crawled over to her. He touched the cold body of her here and there, hoping to find her conscious, but there was no chance of her ever waking up again.

* You cannot check the status window of the dead.

“Ahhh…”

I brushed off the blood from my mace and fetched my daughters. Her face was quite smooth, but I didn’t feel like doing it. I don’t know if the guy who killed his mother his will spread his legs his gracefully, and what if he stabs me in bed.

Looking at the atmosphere around me right now, I thought that if I killed my daughters, my image would be ruined. If the story that I killed the whole family comes out right away, Sieri’s favorability will decrease.

If you care about other people’s eyes, it was right to save your daughters.

“Take an example of evading the lord’s taxes. Execute the peasants Balpa and his wife his. And these daughters…”

After thinking for a moment, I asked Robin.

“Is the slave trade legal in our territory?”

“Yes. Lord.”

“Then sell them as slaves. Call the slave trader.”

At this point, I thought about selling the child as well, but it was clear that the crazy bitch wouldn’t pay for it. He still has a good body and a lot of skills to use, so we had to wait and see.

The peasant buried his face in his wife’s corpse and was weeping. Even if I felt weak when I saw him like that, I was able to quickly regain my composure when I remembered that I had lied to the end just before to trick me.

“Then let’s sort it out.”

I beat the wife to death myself, but the peasant blasting soldiers cut off his throat. Judging by the way she tried not to separate from her wife, it seemed that her marriage her was good. I hope you continue well in the afterlife of that good married couple.

The daughters were to be held in the dungeon until the slave traders arrived. Of course, I needed a companion, so I was placed in the room next to Aira.

Currently, Ira’s current acting ability has risen to the very end, showing the essence of a crazy bitch. Isn’t it like that only when I come to see the status? My daughters were begging for a room move, as if they didn’t know that I was a human being who would carve their parents and sell them into slavery.

“What, what is that woman? She’s so scary! Please move me to a room, at least to a different room than the one next to her!”

Even while the daughters were crying like this, Ira was acting more and more crazy as if she was excited that I had come.

“Kirek! Kyaaaaa!”

If I hadn’t had the ability to open the status window, she would have been convinced that she was crazy and sold her to a brothel. The status was still working fine, and I was playing a madman named Ira.

A few days later the slave trader came and set the price for her daughters. Robin did not intervene in this process, and she was also an outsider as a slave trader. After confirming that there was no one else in the dungeon except for us, I asked in a low voice.

“Does the price drop if you cut the tendons in your limbs?”

“First of all, female slaves are basically sold to brothels, so it won’t fall that far. They have a pretty good face and a usable body, so you can get them at a higher price.”

“Then no problem. I’ll cut it.”

I wanted to make sure I messed up my life because if I ran away and lived well, I would be upset. What does it matter where the slave trader sells them? It was clear that even Robinson Erie didn’t care what happened to her after that, as long as she lived.

It was not necessary for me to know all about the treatment of criminals, so it was enough to get rid of it, saying that I might be found in a brothel later.

Using the technicians brought by the slave traders, the daughters of the peasants became handicapped with all their limbs and tendons cut off. It is said that measures were taken to prevent natural healing, so there was no way for them to escape.

“How about cutting out your tongue so that you don’t talk nonsense?”

“Speechless slaves fall in price.”

“I’ll just give it to you cheaply, so cut it.”

It didn’t matter because I wasn’t selling it for money. The daughters of the peasants, already without any strength in their limbs, went mad with seizures as the tongs and scissors approached. I couldn’t hear what he was saying because he was gagged, but it was probably an insult to me.

Ira, who was in the room right next to her, saw her and stopped acting as a crazy bitch and opened her mouth wide. The technician was struggling with the girl’s resistance, so I went over and gave him a slap on the cheek. In one hit, the jaw turned and the mouth opened. The slave trader said with an awkward face.

“Your chin is missing.”

“Can you put it back together?”

“Once you fall in, you will fall out often, but the price of slaves with these diseases is reduced again.”

I grabbed the hair of one whose chin was still intact and whispered.

“Did you see? If you mess up, you’ll pull out all your teeth.”

Then the other one opened his mouth on his own and closed his eyes tightly.

And so the scream rang out again. Ira was trembling as she held on to her iron bars. Her daughters of now-enslaved peasants. A slave trader with hemostat stuffed into her mouth asked, pointing at her ayra.

“Do you sell that one too? I’ll pay you twice the original price for these kids.”

Ira shook her head vigorously at those words and ran into a corner. Did that crazy bitch give up acting? I shook my head and said

“No. I still have some work to do over there.”

“Okay. You have a good eye.”

The slave trader nodded and tied his daughters together with the engineer. The two women, already exhausted, exhaled deeply, but their eyes were not focused. I said to the slave trader.

“If possible, please sell it somewhere other than the southern region.”

“Okay. Enough then.”

So the slave trader left the dungeon. Now all that’s left is me and Ira. Ira started screaming again as soon as the slave trader had gone.

“Kki-luk…Kki-e-ek!”

How do you fix that habit?