The two Palu Minotaurs seemed to have anticipated what was coming long ago, and there was little surprise on their faces.
But as they picked up the storage bag and walked toward the vat full of grain, an irrepressible longing still showed in their eyes.
That was premium [Golden-Pattern Wheat].
They had planted it hoe stroke by hoe stroke. It was a rare and precious thing.
Just half a small bowl was enough to keep someone energetic and free from hunger for an entire day.
They had thought that, because of their cooperation, the slave owners would at least let a little slip through their fingers.
They had not expected that, once the act was over, they would still have to hand over every last bit.
Rumbles sounded from their empty stomachs.
Urged on by Smir, the two Palu Minotaurs quickly poured all the grain from the vat into the storage bag.
A few grains had spilled onto the ground, but they carefully picked them up as well, blew off the dust, and dropped them into the bag.
After finishing everything, one of the Palu Minotaurs held the storage bag up with both hands and presented it to Smir, the foxman.
The latter snatched it up, weighed it casually in his hand, then absentmindedly hung it back on his belt.
At the same time, he said flatly:
"Though you signed an Oath Contract with Renzik and me, so there's nothing we can do to the two of you."
"But remember, the contract's restrictions exist only between the two of us and the two of you."
"There are more slave owners than just Renzik and me in this star belt, and you have more to worry about than yourselves."
"You have children, and your children have children."
"If you want them