Chapter-25: I am just talking nonsense
"Yes." Second Aunt Lark's face flushed red, and she squeezed out a word from between her teeth, which sounded a bit gritted.
Everyone: ...speechless...…
(You aunt and nephew really know how to have fun.) Everyone thought in their hearts looking at the farce.
Wendy Lark smiled and joined her hand towards everyone, "I'm sorry, I didn't eat or sleep well in prison, and my mind wasn't very clear. It's my fault for talking nonsense, I apologize to everyone."
Since she said so, it is difficult for others to say anything. As for whether they believe it or not, only they themselves know. Wendy Lark was in a good mood as she touched the silver bill.
Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating along the way required money, and she couldn't move forward without money. She didn't care at all about the glares from the other members of the Lark family and the resentment from her second aunt.
Money smells good! It's good to have money! She walked up to Lord Jeff who was leading the team, raised her little head, took out two silver notes worth one hundred coins, and presented them with both hands.
"Master Jeff, here, this is the money for the passage." As the saying goes, if you take money from someone, you should protect her.
Mr. Jeff: ...speechless….
He lowered his head and looked at the skinny little girl. He had never seen anyone so capable. "What's your name?" he asked her with great interest because of her actions.
"Wendy Lark from the second branch of the Lark family, sir" Mr. Jeff was stunned for a moment and said "It turned out to be you."
She is indeed an unconventional girl, open and unconventional in her approach to things, flexible, sober and rational. Wendy Lark was slightly surprised, "Have you heard of my name?" Lord Jeff nodded slightly, but did not explain further and accepted the money.
Wendy Lark felt relieved and returned to her parents happily, handing the remaining three hundred coins to her father Wilson Lark, after all, he was the head of the family.
But Wilson refused to take the money from her, "You earned the money with your own ability, so you should keep it for yourself." He had been spoiled, cowardly and indecisive, but he had a courageous and determined daughter.
He is not smart, but he knows a truth. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, just follow the smart people. He believed that Wendy Lark would not treat her family unfairly. This was clearly proved before in the prison.
In prison, he had a meat bun for every meal, and he never missed a meal alone, which gave him enough confidence. Wendy Lark smiled slightly. Just the fact that he understood this clearly made him better than countless others.
When the gongs and drums sound, it's time to set off. Everyone said goodbye to their relatives and friends reluctantly, but no matter how reluctant they were, they had to say goodbye eventually.
After this farewell, the mountains are high and the waters are far, and we will never see each other again in this life. The road ahead is long and uncertain, when will we return home? While the second aunt was sobbing quietly, she did not forget to glare at Wendy Lark fiercely.
Wendy Lark doesn't care about these glares. She is just a tool to deliver money. Everyone was in a bad mood, shrouded in depression and low spirits. But soon, they couldn't care less because of new problem dominating the previous problem.
The prisoners all walked on their feet, and after walking for a while their feet would almost become useless and the pain was excruciating. Although it is autumn, the sun is still quite strong and I soon start sweating profusely under the sun.
(My strength was rapidly draining away, my hands, feet, and whole body ached, and I felt exhausted….) This is the feeling of these prisoners. The masters and mistresses who were spoiled by their health had never suffered such hardship.
The women's feet were worn out by the embroidered shoes and soft cloth shoes instead of leather shoes because of the influence from another kingdom nearby through trade. They gasped in pain with every step they took, as if they were being tortured.
Unfortunately these cloth shoes are useless for walking in this kind of environment and the leather shoes are better to some extent. But they don't know the situation and are wearing the same when they are at home. After all, no one would give them time to change shoes.
It was even more difficult for the men in shackles. When someone asked to take a break, he was whipped by the escort guards and was completely exhausted. However, they had to keep going no matter how hard or tiring it was.
Wendy Lark was wearing men's soap shoes and she was determined. But Mary suffered a lot because she was weak to begin with. Wilson Lark saw that his wife's face was as pale as paper, she was gasping for breath, she couldn't open her eyes, and she looked completely exhausted.
He felt extremely distressed and squatted down, "I'll carry you." He was already wearing shackles, which made it difficult for him to move, and it was even more inconvenient for him to carry someone.
Mary also felt sorry for him. "No, no, I'm fine. I have to adapt to this kind of life. There is still a long way to go." Tom Lark and his brother surrounded their parents, feeling helpless and frustrated.
Jerry Lark was more worried about his delicate and weak sister, "Wendy Lark, are you okay?" Wendy Lark was also feeling very uncomfortable. She was extremely thirsty and her throat was so dry that it almost smoked.
She can take out water from the system space but taking out now would cause her trouble and many doubts. So she can only endure it for the time being and show the strong side to make them feel more at ease.
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