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Chapter 635: Chapter 640: The Last Meal_1
Half an hour later, a small squad emerged from the secret passage of Xuan Eagle Mountain Village, led by Xuan Er.
"Second Master, where are we going? Why travel in the dark like this? Can’t we just leave tomorrow morning?"
"There’s an important mission, you’ll know once we get there," Xuan Er said, feigning energy.
But the others were still suspicious, what important mission required them to bring a dead man?
Could it be that the leader was sending them to find the Medicine King?
That would be insane!
The Medicine King was known to be eccentric, only treating those he took a liking to, and that certainly wouldn’t include a bandit chief!
Then there was the possibility that they would never meet the Medicine King before Third Master passed away.
So this trip was bound to be in vain, but it could be treated as a vacation.
Little Crow watched them depart, then returned to Xuan Da’s residence.
"Leader, Second Master and Third Master have left safely. What should we do next?"
"Defend the fortress until the last man falls," Xuan Da said, resigned to his fate.
It wasn’t just for his beliefs, but also to buy some extra time for his brothers.
The farther they got, the safer they would be.
"Yes, and there’s something else. The news of the Yin Family’s capture has leaked. Two people in the village have already fled, and many others are restless."
If there were internal conflicts now, as soon as the government forces arrived, Xuan Eagle Mountain Village would be destroyed without a fight.
Xuan Da covered his mouth and coughed twice, looking at the black blood on his handkerchief. His heart suddenly turned cold and hard.
"Those spreading rumors and contemplating betrayal will be executed without mercy." 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖕𝖚𝖇.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Little Crow nodded and disappeared as quietly as he had arrived.
He admired the leader, who had given his whole life to Xuan Eagle Mountain Village and his brothers.
But his heart never contained the others in the village.
He probably forgot that those below him also had brothers; they didn’t want to die nor have their siblings die.
That night, Little Crow didn’t sleep a wink, and early the next morning he was out with dark circles under his eyes.
He made a round and saw many people still working diligently, which made his heart sour.
This was the tragedy of the common folk: most of their labor went to the higher-ups, and their lives were in the hands of those above them. They didn’t have the slightest amount of control over it.
If they were told to die, they could only die.
They earnestly toiled for a living, so where did they go wrong?
Walking into the kitchen, Little Crow ordered, "The leader wants extra dishes for breakfast. Make it quick, go slaughter the sheep and pigs."
"Brother Little Crow, did I hear that right?"
The cook dug his ears, full of disbelief.
It wasn’t a holiday, and they had just lost so many Hawks yesterday. To add dishes so early in the morning, was it possible?
Little Crow smiled faintly, "If I tell you to go, you go quickly. If there’s no meat in the breakfast, don’t say I didn’t warn you."
"Don’t worry, we’ll have meat soon!"
The cook went off joyfully, calling several helpers.
The helpers were in good spirits knowing they would soon have meat to eat, chatting and laughing along the way.
"I was just saying the other day that pig was getting too fat, it won’t live long, and now it’s going to be slaughtered."
"I’ve raised it for so long, kind of hard to let it go."
"Once it’s turned into delicious meat, you won’t feel reluctant anymore, we haven’t had any meat for two months."
Little Crow’s smile slowly turned into a bitter one; this was the only benefit he could secure for his brothers in the village.
Almost half of the villagers were born into poverty, choosing this path out of desperation. Let them enjoy a good meal before death. It would also prevent them from going soft when facing the enemy.
