These people were all the village's cattle and horses.
Just a few hours ago, he had personally whipped two of them to vent his anger.
And tonight, these people had come to his home.
More importantly, every single one of them was carrying a hoe or pitchfork.
They looked utterly ridiculous.
"Bringing weapons to the High Priest's residence..."
"Are you trying to rebel?!"
Although these cattle and horses looked ridiculous one by one,
they were holding sharp weapons, after all.
And they had kicked down the door and barged straight into his house.
That act alone was the greatest possible provocation against his authority.
So no matter what these people intended to do,
he had to show them what happened when they crossed the line.
Even if it delayed the harvest, he had to do it.
After all, if he did not,
these cattle and horses would only push their luck.
And if word got out, where would he put his face?
Thus,
the High Priest raised the long whip in his hand.
He prepared to teach these disrespectful fools a lesson.
To let them know just how formidable he was.
However, at that moment,
another sound came from the pitch-black doorway.
Tap—tap—tap—
It was the sound of leather shoes stepping across the bluestone slabs outside his door.
He had heard it countless times. There was no way he could be mistaken.
There was someone else?
The High Priest froze for a moment.
After all, the lowborn people present were already all the young and able-bodied villagers under his management.
If anyone else came, it could only be the elderly, the weak, women, and children.
But there was clearly only one set of footsteps.
Who could it be?
The question instantly filled the High Priest's mind.
As the footsteps drew