System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1078: Chapter 306: The Strategy to Break the Deadlock (1W)

Hearing these agonizing cries and wailing pleas.

The peasants working around took the opportunity to glance at this scene while turning during their labor.

Under the constant arm swings of the robust man.

The whip made sounds like cracking through the air, landing precisely on the peasants kneeling in the field.

Each lash caused a bloodstain to open on the peasants’ exposed skin.

With distorted expressions, dry and cracked lips emitted painful moans.

Despite everything.

These peasants did not stop their work at all.

Only coldly sneaking a look.

Being peasants, they were used to it all.

Naturally.

Today, the punished peasant is someone else, tomorrow it could be them.

Numb, indifferent, without a ripple in their hearts...

As peasants, they were shackled and confined in thought since their ancestors.

As Manor Lord’s property, they were to cultivate and plant for the Manor Lord, offering everything, only surviving by clinging to the Manor Lord.

They had never thought of rebellion, unable to resist.

Hoo~ hoo~ hoo~

After continuously swinging the whip over a dozen times, the burly middle-aged man stopped, slightly fatigued.

Chest puffed, panting heavily.

Bending his waist, supporting his hands on his knees, exhaling forcefully.

The guard following the middle-aged man quickly took out a water bottle from his waist and handed it over.

"Guard Captain Callum."

The panting middle-aged man Callum Russell turned back and looked at the sound.

Seeing the water pouch in the guard’s hand.

Callum straightened his body, seized it, and drank eagerly.

With a gulping sound, clear water flowed and spilled from the corners of his mouth, absorbed by the soil below.

The peasants whipped by Callum listened to the sound of drinking, watched as the water flowed and fell.

Their eyes filled with longing, adam’s apple moved, swallowing the nearly non-existent saliva.

Not only the peasants in front of Callum.

The distant peasants working also glanced, eyes full of desire for water.

In such weather and temperature, working continuously for so long.

Now they were truly parched!

After gulping down several mouthfuls, Callum lifted the water pouch above his head, letting the remaining water drench his hair.

Allowing that comfortable coolness to drench his hair, flow over his cheeks, soaking his silk robe.

Callum shook his shoulder-length hair, contentedly said.

"Comfortable! So comfortable!"

As he spoke.

Callum’s peripheral vision caught sight of the peasants kneeling in the fields.

Callum’s eyebrows rose, bending his waist, looking down at the peasants said.

"What? Still want to drink water?"

The peasant was shocked, quickly replied.

"S...sir, you misunderstood, I don’t want to drink water, nor dare to think of drinking water."

Callum stood upright, snorted coldly.

"At least you know your place!"

Callum’s gaze shifted swiftly, sweeping across the peasants around.

Callum naturally knew, as he disciplined the peasant before him, there were pairs of eyes sneakily watching them.

"I’ll say it again!"

"No drinking water until the designated time."

"Even if you die of thirst in the fields, it’s not allowed."

"Even if the thought of drinking water crosses your mind, it’s not allowed."

"Do you understand?"

A series of weak responses sounded around Callum.

"Understood..."

Callum’s face turned stern, shouted again.

"Do you understand?"

Feeling the change in Callum’s tone, the peasants were terrified, quickly responded loudly.

"Understood!"

Listening to the louder voices around, Callum nodded in satisfaction.

Withdrawing his gaze from the peasants, striding away towards the manor in the distance.

As he passed by, the peasants all bowed their heads, saluting.

Observing these peasants’ expressions and movements, Callum raised his chin slightly.

As Benitez Manor’s Guard Captain, his identity and status were only second to Manor Lord Devant and Lady Dalia.

Regardless of whether these peasants have offended him.

As long as he wishes, as long as he desires.

He could unhesitatingly whip the peasants, listening to their pained screams.

Even controlling the power over life and death of these peasants.

This is the pleasure that comes with possessing power!

Callum glanced at the gradually dimming sky, asked the guard beside him.

"Has Master Devant returned from the town?"

The guard following beside Callum quickly lowered his head to respond.

"Lord Callum, sir has not yet returned."

"Sir had mentioned going to the town to discuss matters with McKinley’s Master of Blue Manor."

"Perhaps won’t return for the night..."

A bright gleam flashed in Callum’s eyes momentarily, responded.

"Got it."

The guard dared not utter any further words, following quietly behind Callum.

Paving through the rocky dirt road between fields, Callum reached the open square before the manor.

Slightly raised his head, looked towards the third-floor window of the manor.

Seeing the scarf tied in front of the window, the brightness in Callum’s eyes became even more pronounced.

Callum was just about to turn and enter the manor, thought of the guard following behind.

He immediately turned, looked directly at the four guards behind him, said sternly.

"Watch over the peasants in the fields, no meal or rest until the time comes."