The fierce pressure, the heavy murderous spirit.
The light of the sunset spread over the buildings and squares of the village office. There were red halos and shadows lying in ambush.
The one armed pirate drove the children away. He slowly twisted his neck and locked his father and Raul. Suddenly, he smiled ferociously.
Young Raul''s legs softened with fear, and his father was no better. Although he stood firmly in front of his son, from Raul''s point of view, it was obvious that sweat was soaking his clothes from his back.
They can''t run.
Like a lamb watched by a wolf, their mind is clearly to run away, but their feet just don''t listen. Let alone step, they can''t even turn around.
What should I do? What should I do?
Raul shouted in his heart again and again.
Mr. pirate came to them, one step at a time, took a big bite of bread from time to time, and the dry bread crumbs leaked from his mouth, fell into the soil and stepped into the mud.
Raul has heard such rumors.
In Spain, in those remote villages by the sea, pirates came in, killed men and old people, enslaved women and children, and secretly established their own kingdom.
But the Lord is indifferent to these people who can''t contribute wealth. He doesn''t know that his territory has been lost. New people still fall into the net for various reasons and never return
That terrible legend, is it true that they met it this time?
Click!
The boots made a dull bump on the mud. Mr. pirate stopped and swallowed the stuffed bread?
"Are you new immigrants? My name is arhan, Robbie arhan, the temporary village manager of elk woodland, that is, the village head you often say."
Speaking half baked Spanish, Mr. pirate proudly declared his sovereignty.
Too murderous!
Dad clenched his teeth and tried not to make his voice tremble.
"Mr. village head, we have just come from Spain. The child is still young and our savings have been used up..."
He paused and his eyes widened.
"Wait, are you Mr. village head?!"
The setting sun went down, and the only remaining afterglow was warm and dark. Aside from the red light on his body, Mr. pirate was just a strong young man with bright eyes and simple face.
Alhan simply scratched his hair and let the steel brush tip brush the broken bread on his body.
"Yes, I''m the village head. Are you new immigrants?"
"Ah! Boclons, from Barcelona, we arrived in Miami this morning and were assigned to the 17th."
"No. 17..." ah Han lifted his eyes and thought for a moment. "A good place, a land deed and a registered residence?"
Dad quickly took it out of his arms.
Arhan finished quickly and nodded to return the document.
"I''ll take you there while it''s still light."
Meeting his mother and sister, the family walked in the direction of the stream under the leadership of arhan. Along the way, Raul''s eyes were fixed on alhan''s empty left sleeve.
Arhan felt his eyes and looked back with a bright smile.
"Very concerned?"
Raul was startled and quickly shook his head, which turned into a nod again.
Arhan looked at it with great interest and asked again, "do you care or don''t you care?"
"In..."
Alhan laughed.
"I am the temporary village manager of elk woodland, because your village has not held a villagers'' meeting, has not established a budget, and has not decided whether to adopt Committee autonomy or hire professional managers."
"It doesn''t matter if you don''t understand these things. I learned them for several days and was almost driven crazy by the trainer."
Alhan''s face showed a look of memory.
"In short, if you want managers to run your village in the future, the salary will have to be paid by all the villagers. Now the chamber of Commerce will take care of it for you, and my salary will be paid by the chamber of Commerce."
"Of course, the chamber of Commerce will not choose some messy people to guide you to settle down in autonomy. Don''t look at my stupid face. I was also the captain of the fleet."
He pointed to the scar on his cheek.
"This wound is the battle of Le Rober Bay. French shells pierced the bow of our ship and a piece of wood pierced my face."
He stretched out his right hand again and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large tangled and undulating sarcoma.
"During the night attack in San Carlos, we fought with the Blackbeard pirate regiment on Lake Nicaragua. A bullet tore off a large piece of meat and almost let me see God."
Finally, the empty left arm.
"In the battle of baster, our ship was connected by the Vikings. I blocked four knives with my left arm and created an opportunity to kill three pirates."
Raul listened like a deer.
He had never heard soldiers talk about their past so calmly before, but whether it was the Knights led by Viscount, or the veterans returning home from retirement, those once dangerous combat experiences easily lost color in front of arhan''s smiling face and deformity.
Perhaps this is what the real soldiers look like. Compared with alhan, those bright and strong soldiers now look like clay fired pottery and porcelain. At first glance, they are impeccable, but in fact they can be broken at one touch.
"Don Quixote..."
Raul remembered the story that the housekeeper''s son used to laugh at him. In the story, there was a boasting knight who could not even ride a horse, but always made up some heroic deeds to deceive people.
Arhan didn''t hear clearly for a moment: "what are you talking about, little guy?"
Raul was frightened: "Mr. village head, why is a strong soldier like you..."
"Why don''t you stay on the boat?" arhan answered the question for Raul. "I''m a sailor, and I''m probably a good sailor. It''s a pity that technology can''t make my left hand grow back. It''s gone. I can''t lift the sail with both hands anymore. Of course, I can only leave my beloved boat."
"If I were in another chamber of Commerce, I might have become a tramp in the port area, or I might have died of wound infection, but fortunately, Drake is different."
"After the wound healed, the chairman arranged for me to go ashore and work as a postman in the post office under the development office. That was my main job. The village manager was only a part-time job, but the salary was very good."
Speaking of this, arhan stopped and pointed to the tent nearest to the stream ahead.
"Account number 17, here we are."
Following his guidance, the boklons looked into the distance and saw a large flat grassland between the dirt road and the stream, surrounded by low fences, dividing the boundary.
As like as two peas, there was a large tent in Indian, with six or seven of them in the middle. The curtain was closed, and there was a small ventilation shed on the side, which was simple and similar to other tents.
"This is our land and our new home?"
"It''s your land and temporary new home." alhan said more righteously, "I''ll send your potatoes in a minute. You go and tidy up the tent, because it''s built uniformly. No one has been in there for at least two months."
"By the way, you''d better think about what doubts you need to answer when sorting. I won''t be in the village office in the next two days. You can''t find me."
"After tomorrow?"
Alhan nodded solemnly: "my trade union, Miami mail staff association, has submitted an application for consultation. On January 20, we will discuss the rights and interests of employees with the development office. According to the regulations, we have to organize a strike rally more than seven days in advance. The trade union representatives have chosen tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
"Strike... Strike?" Dad stared and couldn''t understand why the village manager who was grateful to Drake chamber of commerce took part in the strike.
"Yes, Drake''s characteristic is that he can''t go on strike or not." arhan shrugged, "so I''m going to participate in the parade and sit in in the next two days, just like camping. I''m very busy."
"You can''t strike casually or not participate in... Drake chamber of Commerce, curious..."