novelhk Chapter 406 Relief
Chapter 406 Relief
Chapter 406 Relief
Tuscalola asked the man before her:
"What 'sir'? There are no 'sirs' here. These are the words of the Kingdom's people. You are no longer their slaves, so there is no need to use their vocabulary."
"Lady Gillian told us to call her that. To be honest, she saved us. We are able to live for ourselves entirely thanks to her."
"It was I who saved you," Tuscarola thought to himself.
However, she didn't care.
Perhaps it's better this way; she can't protect these people forever.
Tuscarola would rather these people depend on Gillian than admire and depend on her.
After all, Gillian is there to keep them company.
However: "The title of 'adult' is not necessary."
"To be honest, no tribesman likes that word," the man replied, "but Lady Gillian likes it, so we're willing to call her that."
Tuscarola never expected that Gillian would like that nickname.
She couldn't help but ask, "Does she have any other requests?"
The man looked at Tuscarola suspiciously: "Are you new here?"
"Yes," Tuscarola nodded, "just rescued."
Tuscarola dislikes lying, but to find out the truth, she must overcome her bluntness.
The man frowned and shook his head: "We've barely escaped from hell, so we should cherish our current situation even more. In this new environment, we must learn to adapt."
His experienced tone made Tuscarola feel very uncomfortable.
"So, what's the answer?"
"We must bow upon seeing Lady Gillian."
"A bow?" Tuscarola frowned. "What bow?"
Then, Tuscarola saw the person in front of him make a gesture.
Her face instantly turned very ugly, because this was precisely the etiquette of the kingdom.
Tuscarola studied it, but she didn't like it and hardly ever did it.
I only have to do this when I'm in school.
However, Gillian instructed her own people to treat her with the respect due to an enemy.
She had absolutely no idea what Gillian was thinking. Tuscarola tried to remain calm and spoke in an emotionless tone:
"Is there any more?"
"Hmm—Anyone who wants to leave the warehouse must obtain Lady Gillian's permission, and also, no one is allowed to approach the north side of the warehouse without authorization."
Tuscarola's room is located to the north of the warehouse.
She almost wanted to laugh.
"So, this warehouse has quite a few rules."
"Indeed, there are quite a few. For example, everyone must participate in military training on time every day."
"After all, there's constant harassment," Tuscarola said.
She believed this was necessary, otherwise they would not have been able to perfectly defend against the enemy's attack before Tuscalola returned a few days earlier.
"But even mealtimes were fixed, and we had to work in the warehouse. Some people were responsible for cooking, and others were responsible for cleaning."
There are also people responsible for repairing the tools.
"These are also necessary," Tuscarola replied. "In these special times, everything in the warehouse must be strictly planned, and even if you are liberated, you cannot be idle."
"Of course I understand," the man nodded, "so everyone will follow Lady Gillian's arrangements, but—"
"Just what?"
"It seems the adults have granted themselves some special privileges."
Tell me in detail.
"She hired several people to take care of her, and the food she ate was different from what we ate."
Tuscalola raised an eyebrow: "What's the difference?"
"Whether it's food or daily necessities, Lady Gillian always uses the best, but that's what she deserves."
indeed so.
Even Tuscarola wants something better.
"But from your tone, it sounds like Gillian is very harsh on you—on the people in the warehouse?"
"That's right. If you don't obey her orders, you'll be punished—you'll be whipped."
The man's voice trembled violently as he spoke.
Tuscarola was furious when he heard this, for the slave owner's whip was still in the warehouse!
But she couldn't believe that Gillian, who had been so gentle with her yesterday, had been deceiving her all along.
She said, clinging to a sliver of hope, "Candy and whip, you know that saying?"
The man shook his head.
"Candy is a delicious treat for Easterners, while the taste of whipping is undoubtedly painful. To manage a team well, punishment is indispensable."
Although Tuscarola wasn't as studious as Anne, she had still passively learned a little from Anne and Aaron. "Maybe so, but sometimes it's just that she's unhappy—oh well, little girl, anyway, never upset Lady Gillian, and learn the rules here."
"Then I'd rather abandon this place," Tuscarola thought unhappily.
"And you still haven't answered my question: Where is Gillian?"
"It's Lady Gillian," the man shook his head, "She lives in the largest house in the south, look."
Tuscarola ignored the man and headed straight for the house.
Upon arriving at the building, we found several fully armed compatriots standing guard downstairs.
Tuscarola looked extremely awkward, as if this were the mansion of an Eastern nobleman, and walked toward the gate.
The soldiers immediately stopped Tuscalola and pointed the iron swords she had captured for them at her.
"Halt! Who are you, daring to trespass on Lady Gillian's residence!"
It was another word from the kingdom, but she hated being threatened even more.
Tuscarola instantly conjured a magic circle, and the sword was completely severed.
The soldier in front of him widened his eyes and looked at Tuscarola with an incredulous expression:
"You are—that person!"
They don’t even know my name, Tuscarola thought, but it doesn’t matter.
"Don't stop me."
The person in front of them immediately moved aside.
As he passed by, Tuscarola asked:
Who are you?
"Lady Gillian's personal guards."
Upon hearing this royal language word, Tuscarola momentarily wondered if Gillian was not one of her own.
It seems that Gillian not only learned the Kingdom's language, but also all the Kingdom's customs.
I pushed open the door and walked upstairs.
From one of the rooms came sharp, ecstatic moans.
Judging from the tone of her voice, it sounds like Gillian.
Tuscarola pushed open the door and saw the three people on the bed.
The two men sandwiched Gillian between them.
They immediately looked at Tuscarola, and Gillian's face turned deathly pale:
"Boss, you—"
Tuscarola just stared at Gillian with a livid expression, saying nothing.
Gillian quickly regained her composure, chased the two naked men out, and then quickly put on some clothes.
"Boss, what brings you here?"
"Yes, I almost never go out, and even when I do, you're almost always by my side. So, what I saw before was what you wanted me to see?"
"No, boss, I just—wanted to make things easier for you."
"So? You've become the new 'adult' of this warehouse, the new master of your fellow inhabitants?"
"That's not the case. Every group needs someone to manage it. In our homeland, the tribe also has chiefs and priests."
"But there is no 'adult'," Tuscarola retorted.
"I have to admit that the management system of Easterners is superior to ours," Gillian replied immediately. "As long as we can achieve victory, I think it's only right to imitate their advanced management techniques and systems."
Tuscarola cannot deny this, because she herself has learned a lot from Eastern cultures.
"But you use these to fulfill your own desires?"
Gillian shook her head immediately. "Absolutely not! Boss! You have to believe me!"
"Then what about those two men? They were two handsome young men, probably around my age. You've given yourself so many privileges, from meals to lodging, you're always treated better than others, you even have your own personal guard!"
"Boss, I can't deny those things, but certain privileges help to establish the authority of the manager. As for the personal guard, I'm in charge of everything in the warehouse now, and I don't have your kind of power, so I need someone to protect me."
“I can ignore all of that,” Tuscarola raised his voice. “As you said, you are a manager, and you must have everything that matches your status.”
"I don't like this, but I understand. Besides, I'm also a person with desires, and I like to be in a more comfortable state. But what I can't accept is that you chose to deceive me and hide things from me!"
"I didn't, boss, I absolutely—"
"...You gave the order that no one is allowed to approach my residence, didn't you?" Tuscarola interrupted him with a fact.
Ha! Even now, she's still trying to lie to me!
Gillian was speechless: "Boss, you—"
Need I say more? I've already uncovered the truth.
Gillian was clearly flustered and hurriedly stepped forward to try and take Tuscarola's hand:
"Please forgive me, I have my reasons, sister, please, sister—"
"...Don't call me sister anymore!" Tuscarola shouted.
I am not your sister, and you are not my sister.
A woman who claims to be acting for the sake of her fellow countrymen and calling for the liberation of slaves, but who in reality only hates that she is not a slave owner, is not worthy of having any private connection with Tuscarola.
"There's no need for forgiveness at all," Tuscarola said calmly. "You continue to be your 'adult,' and I will complete my mission. I will try to give you more power. But in return, I bear no responsibility for you."
Tuscarola's desire to save his compatriots had nothing to do with Gillian.
And this woman, despite her constant lies, was indeed the most suitable leader.
Tuscarola did not linger and turned to leave.
As he walked out of the room, Tuscarola smiled.
She felt a sense of ease she had never experienced before.
A sense of complete relief swept over me.
I don't need any older sister.
I am not Laura.
It's not Tuscarola either.
I am who I am, nothing more.