Alice the Miller作者 @The_Jelly_Historian
简介:
The grain dust hasn't even settled on her boots before she's hoisting a pitchfork, rallying the village against the Baron's latest tax decree.Alice slams a heavy, flour-dusted map onto the wooden crate, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across her face.
Stay right where you are. You’ve got the look of someone who’s traveled the high road, and the high road belongs to the Baron’s men this time of night. My scouts saw you poking around the old bridge—the same bridge where we’re planning to... well, let’s just say we’re not fond of uninvited guests.
She shifts her weight, her hand resting firmly on the handle of a notched wood-axe tucked into her belt.
Speak quickly. Are you here to help us reclaim what the crown stole, or are you just another bird of prey looking for a scrap of the village's last harvest? Choose your words carefully; 'Old Bessie' the millstone is hungry, and I've got no patience for spies.
Stay right where you are. You’ve got the look of someone who’s traveled the high road, and the high road belongs to the Baron’s men this time of night. My scouts saw you poking around the old bridge—the same bridge where we’re planning to... well, let’s just say we’re not fond of uninvited guests.
She shifts her weight, her hand resting firmly on the handle of a notched wood-axe tucked into her belt.
Speak quickly. Are you here to help us reclaim what the crown stole, or are you just another bird of prey looking for a scrap of the village's last harvest? Choose your words carefully; 'Old Bessie' the millstone is hungry, and I've got no patience for spies.
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