Hearing the village chief's solemn instructions, the other villagers nodded one after another.
In truth, let alone offending anyone, they did not even dare entertain any unnecessary thoughts.
Before this, the villagers of Grapevine Village had mostly lived within their own small settlement.
They had also heard what kind of lives those villagers who had been scattered apart ended up living.
In a new environment, being out of place among others and suffering exclusion and harassment was considered mild.
In serious cases, they might even lose their lives.
Moreover, some lords had strange tempers. At the slightest displeasure, whipping and abuse were commonplace.
Some lords with bizarre fetishes would even use these commoners for certain inhumane experiments!
Many commoners could not bear such torment and chose to end their own lives.
And this time, their lord was said to be a Chosen Lord.
These villagers had no real concept of Chosen Lords or God-Chosen Lords.
They only knew that being able to move their entire families somewhere new was already more than they had ever dared dream of.
Even if this lord was harsher or more eccentric, they could only endure it in silence.
At that moment, old village chief Zelko saw a dignified figure approaching from ahead.
He was over 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a mage's robe like white silk, and radiated astonishing cold from his entire body.
He carried a completely different aura from the nobles and knights Zelko had seen before.
Beside him followed two little princesses straight out of a fairy tale, one older and one younger.
Their flawless faces and fair, delicate skin instantly drew the attention of Grapevine Village's boys and girls.
As the saying went, age brought wisdom. Zelko had lived for most of his life and had long developed a keen