"Small? Small is good! This master likes them young!"
Hearing the plea of the Sand Clan woman Ai Xian, the Sand Clan priest began chuckling lewdly again, drool practically streaming from his mouth.
He had coveted the two girls of this household, Sha Ana and Sha Yina, for a long time.
To put it bluntly, the shortage of water in this family's wheat field had been his doing. He had taken their offerings and used his ritual to draw up water, yet had supplied only half the normal amount. It would have been strange if the wheat seedlings had not withered.
"Have you decided or not? If you refuse, this master will be leaving! The next time I come will be ten days from now." As he spoke, the Sand Clan priest Lakshen made as if to leave.
The Sand Clan woman—the mother, Ai Xian—panicked. Looking at her husband, gasping for breath, then at her two daughters, one newly come of age and the other still underage, her heart felt as though it were being carved apart. She was caught between a rock and a hard place.
If she agreed, her two daughters might become playthings, and this family would truly fall apart.
Once her daughters were gone, what use would the wheat field be?
But if she refused, her husband would die, the wheat field would wither, and without any means of livelihood, her two daughters would fare no better.
"Master, please show mercy. Leave one daughter to us, I beg you!" Mother Ai Xian knelt there and pleaded bitterly. It was her only hope.
Priest Lakshen sneered and turned to leave.
Before Ai Xian could say anything, the two daughters, Sha Ana and Sha Yina, both rushed before Priest Lakshen. "Lord Priest, we are willing to serve you.