"Ah, it won't bring disaster? What does that mean?"
"We don't know! Shouldn't White be happy that his granddaughter's illness is cured? Why does Lord Nalant want to kill her?"
As the situation suddenly reversed, everyone had thought the old serf and his granddaughter were fortunate just moments ago, blessed to receive their lord's favor.
But now, they were completely baffled, retreating into their homes to whisper among themselves.
"Oh, it seems you really did know just now. You deliberately kept it hidden?" Nalant looked at the old serf with interest.
Earlier, Nalant had noticed the man's timid, shrinking manner and sensed something slightly unusual, but he had not paid it much attention.
Even if the man had not taken his granddaughter to see a doctor, Nalant had only assumed he lacked the money and had no choice.
But now, it seemed clear that the old serf knew about his granddaughter's condition and had deliberately hidden her away.
Come to think of it, Nalant was very curious how an old serf like him could know so much.
"Mercy, my lord! Mercy, my lord! This lowly one did not deliberately conceal it! This lowly one is willing to take Bessie and leave your territory. I beg you, my lord, please do not kill her!" White did not dare say anything else at this moment, focusing only on begging for mercy.
His granddaughter beside him still had no idea what was happening. Seeing this, she began trembling in fright, tears spilling from her beautiful eyes. "Grandfather, what's happening?"
"Bessie, don't speak! Quickly, beg Lord Nalant for mercy!" The old serf did not dare explain. He hurriedly pulled Bessie over, intending to make her kneel and beg alongside him.
"Enough!" At last, Nalant did not intend to let this farce continue.
Mainly because