Almost all your income is spent on paying various taxes and fees to the lord.

The remaining little money in your family was also lost because of a minor illness you had when you were a child. Not only did you not save any income in more than ten years, but you also owed the lord a debt.

You are finally desperate, you want to escape from all this.

But serfs are not free people after all. If you wish to leave the estate for a long time, you must pay for the permit to do that; without permission, you will become a fugitive.

You have no legal means to fight these bound clauses in court, because the law is the law of the free man.

So after day after day of pain and hesitation, you can only continue to endure silently.

Your life seems to be forever limited to this territory. The lord is your heaven, the housekeeper and the supervisor are angels, and a great existence that you cannot disobey.

You can't run away, but you are still instinctively yearning for the distance.

You heard the sailors who returned from the boat for the lord's house and told many stories about the outside world.

For example, the city of civilization and progress that everyone yearns for, Piltwolf;

For example, the most tyrannical and evil Noxus Empire in the words of the Knight Master.

The sailors said that although the serfs of Noxus lived a harder life than Demacia's fellow travelers, they could run away.

Because after the Noxus serfs ran into the city, there were factories that could accept them.

Generally, the supervisors and thugs of the lords cannot chase the city. Even if they chase them, the factory owners will not allow these countrymen to do too much in the city in order to save their labor.

But Demacia's serfs are different.

Demacia's industrialization rate is almost zero.

You know that even if you run away and enter the city, there will be no job left for you.

You can only become a beggar because you don’t have a legal identity, either kidnapped and sold to the kiln by the gang, or be driven out by the city guards, wandered in the wilderness, or take the initiative to get the lord back and get whipped a few times.

Moreover, as an expanding military empire, Noxus could also rely on joining the army to change their destiny.

Although this road is dangerous, it is at least a road.

But in Demacia, only the free people are qualified to join the army. As a serf, unless you are gifted and let the knight master choose to be a entourage, you will not even have the chance to go to the battlefield, and you will not be able to rely on fighting for your life to bet on your luck.

So, the more you hear the stories, the more desperate you become.

You decided to live like this, just like raising your father.

Maybe you can have a child, but if this child grows up, it might help your family get rid of the fate of being a serf.

But before your long life officially begins, your father seems to have lived enough.

His body had long been completely hollowed out in endless labor and pain.

You remember when you were a child, he still had a solid body of tendons. Although he was thin, he still had strength.

But in just over ten years, your father turned into a skinny human-shaped skeleton.

The priest of the Illuminator Clan in the town kindly gave him medicine and gave him a lot of food to nourish your body.

You are grateful, but the kind-hearted person's help does not play a decisive role.

The pastor made his final prayer for your father, but this prayer was useless. Because the goddess of the Illuminator Church, the legendary angel of justice, has not come to Demacia for hundreds of years.

You know very well that the pastor is just pitying a dying person.

Finally, at the last moment of life, after eating two eggs in a rare indulgent way, your father closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Father, now you don't have to pay taxes to the Lord."

At your father's simple funeral, you suddenly thought so absurdly.

Perhaps only when a person dies can heal the desperate fate of even breathing, he must pay the lord’s master?

At this time, the lord's butler came to the door.

The housekeeper tells you that your father is the property of the Lord—and once he dies, as the responsibility of death, he owes his best livestock to his lord.

So he wants to take away your bull.

Oh, by the way, the land buried by your father is also owned by the lord.

Did the thin wooden coffin your father used cut off the wood from the lord's house?

So, is it cash, accounting, or is it to pay for the amount with vegetables and potatoes?

Lux, Sona: "."

Both elegant noble ladies, like the protagonists of this life memory, shouted the only slogan that a serf could shout:

"I'm fucking NM!!"
Chapter completed!