Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest -
Chapter 209 - 14: How do you feel now! How do you feel now!!
Chapter 209: Chapter 14: How do you feel now! How do you feel now!!
Roman burst out of the hall.
Sure enough, he saw two figures fleeing across the grass.
"Green! Aaron! You bastards had the guts to hit me, have the guts not to run!"
He immediately roared and pounced.
"Don’t chase us, and we won’t run." Although they said this, the two of them sprinted off, showing no sign of slowing down.
"If you don’t run, I won’t chase." Roman started chasing, likewise showing no sign of slowing down.
Origin Manor had no fences or walls, the terrain was open, with undulating grassy knolls everywhere.
They dashed wildly.
In a minute, they ran at least six hundred meters.
Aaron felt he could not go on.
His build was sturdy and heavy, nearing 200 pounds, good at defense, not suited for long-distance sprints.
"I can’t... can’t do this..."
Aaron waved his hands, panting heavily, his speed slowing down.
"Come on! He’s catching up!" Green encouraged him, pulling on his arm.
Aaron looked back and indeed saw Roman getting closer and closer, his face more and more ferocious, making him shudder.
"Run! Run!" Green could still shout loudly while running.
"Just go on, leave me!" Aaron managed to say with effort.
"How could I possibly abandon you?"
"I’ll cover the rear!" Aaron insisted.
"We’ll die together then!"
"You idiot! We’ll save our necks! There’s no point in running out of fuel!" Aaron came to a complete stop.
He pushed Green. Shouting, "Go!"
Green looked at him as he turned away, his silhouette somewhat heroic, unable to imagine what treatment he would face next, he couldn’t even bear to look straight.
"You... take care!"
"Go!" Aaron said firmly, not looking back.
Green clenched his teeth and had no choice but to walk away with his face covered.
Bang!
Hearing the noise behind him, he knew Aaron had been tackled to the ground by Roman, then came the sounds of someone being tickle-tortured.
"Ha ha ha... stop tickling, stop..."
He was not afraid of pain, but tickling was his weak spot. Roman’s hands went into his armpits and along his ribs, and Aaron’s stoic expression instantly fell apart, his features twisting together.
"Speak! Who hit me?" Roman demanded, torturing him for information.
"Green! It was Green!" Aaron immediately blurted out.
"Then why are you running?"
"I saw him running, so I ran too." Aaron looked innocently at Roman.
"So, this has nothing to do with you, help me catch Green!" Roman cursed as he got to his feet.
Hearing this, Aaron felt it made sense.
"Green, come back, Roman said he won’t hit me."
"You turned traitor so quickly?" Green shuddered, disbelieving.
"What do you mean turn traitor? This has nothing to do with him. Stop right there!"
"Only a fool would stop!" Green made a face.
Roman said to Aaron, "Green made you run such a big circle, don’t you feel wronged?"
"Wronged!" Aaron nodded.
"Wanna hit him?"
"Yeah!"
"All right! I’ll chase! You cut him off!" Roman delegated their tactical tasks, and like giant birds spreading their wings, they swooped toward Green.
Green was very agile, light-footed in a straight run and nimble in his turns. His Talent for agility was set high.
But he couldn’t withstand as their encirclement steadily shrank, continuously compressing his space to move.
At last, they pinned him to the ground and rubbed him down.
"Aaron! You betrayed me!" Green wailed as Roman held him down.
"You two were never in cahoots!" Roman raged, giving his buttocks a hefty slap—it has to be said, his butt was getting more resilient.
"Roman is right!" Aaron nodded.
"Should we just kill him!"
"We must kill!"
"Don’t hit me, don’t hit me, I surrender, you don’t kill captives!"
"Shut up! Surrendering won’t help you!"
"I think it does help," Aaron said.
"Then strip him of his clothes and parade him through the streets, see if he dares to offend again."
Green’s face turned green as he desperately resisted.
"What are you doing! What are you doing! I came here to surrender!"
But one can hardly fend off multiple attackers. He was pressed to the ground, with his neck pinned down, his face firmly against the grass, only able to smell the scent of dirt and grass.
He watched helplessly as those two beasts fiddled with him.
Roman and Aaron quickly stripped off Green’s trousers.
"Bare-bottom Green, no trousers to wear now! How do you feel now? How do you feel!!"
Roman got off him and ran around, jubilantly waving the trousers as if he’d captured an enemy flag.
"Bare-bottom Green! Bare-bottom Green!" Aaron joined in the taunting.
"Give them back to me!" Green was utterly furious, with only his undergarment left, his legs bare and chilled to the bone.
The tide had turned, and he began to chase after Roman, trying to snatch back his trousers.
But Roman wasn’t giving him any chances, he turned and ran. Seeing he couldn’t outrun those bare legs, he balled up the trousers and tossed them to Aaron.
Aaron, having caught the "ball", also attracted Green’s pursuit, and then passed it back to Roman.
"What... what are you doing?" a puzzled voice came from behind.
It was Dick, no big deal.
The real problem was Gwivelle and Sanna right behind him.
Both stood there, pretty as a picture, with eyes wide open, staring at the ridiculous spectacle.
Roman and Aaron simultaneously stepped in front of Green.
Roman tossed the trousers back to him, urging him to put them on quickly.
"Why are you back?"
Damn, isn’t everyone supposed to be at the threshing ground right now?
He had finished his official duties, and he had also dismissed the maids of the Manor.
Theoretically, no one was supposed to be around.
Had they not returned, they would’ve missed this comedy show. Dick thought to himself. Seeing Green’s awkward movements as he hid behind the two and pulled up his trousers, it was really hard to keep a straight face.
"We came over to call you to the celebration."
Now was supposed to be a time of universal celebration.
It would be odd without Roman.
What they saw was even stranger.
A bit too childish.
"Ahem, I won’t go today," Roman cleared his throat.
Right now, most people had the day off, and he planned to give himself a couple of days off as well.
Being the center of attention at the festival, he needed to maintain the Lord’s dignity, and he felt a bit restrained.
"If you’re not going, I don’t feel like going either," Gwivelle said.
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
Roman tilted his head in thought.
For ordinary people, the harvest festival was rare and tempting.
But for those from the Manor, it wasn’t that appealing.
They always ate very well.
"Then let’s get together for a meal!" Roman suddenly suggested.
"A gathering for what?"
"Hmm... let’s have a barbecue! I’ll grill kebabs for you, and you can help me out."
He was the type of person with tremendous initiative; he would act on his ideas without hesitation.
"Is your cooking any good? Don’t waste food, please."
Green, now with trousers on, spoke up with renewed confidence.
Roman immediately laughed, thinking you believe I am the same person I was before?
"Then you don’t eat," he said.
"I won’t eat if I don’t want to!"
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