Our Family Has Fallen-Chapter 670 - 399: Storytime_1
She still remembered the man who had taken her and her son in. She also remembered it was the Lord who had saved them both; otherwise, she and her son would have long since died in the chaos.
The woman was only in her thirties, but she looked as if she were emitting a decaying aura of death. Whatever price she had paid to give birth to Barin, perhaps this was the meaning of motherhood.
Lance didn’t mention anything else but specifically spoke about Barin’s performance, praising his outstanding efforts.
For a mother, nothing was more pleasing than this: her child, who in her eyes would never grow up, was now receiving recognition from the Lord.
The fleeting joy had an effect, and the woman’s condition visibly improved. However, Lance, who could see through flesh and bone, knew the reality remained unchanged.
The woman reached out with her trembling hands as if wanting to say something, but realized the disparity in their statuses and froze.
Lance didn’t mind and naturally reached out to hold her cold, withered hand.
"You can tell me anything."
"My Lord, please take care of Barin from now on."
"Mm," Lance nodded in agreement. He didn’t clarify that the child she thought still needed a mother’s protection had long since grown capable of protecting her.
"Alright, I won’t disturb your rest any longer." Lance turned to Barin. "I’ll give you a few days off. Spend some good time with your mother. You can take her out to enjoy some sunshine, treat her to some good food."
"Thank you, My Lord."
Lance stayed in the house for a while. Only after he walked out did he exhale deeply. He realized the living conditions were still quite harsh, but this was the best he could offer.
Lance sought out Tom and Mary’s family; he had come this time to take them away.
He hadn’t expected to find no one at home. He had someone summon the mother from her workplace. From her, he learned the two children had gone out to work early in the morning. This confused him at first, but then he quickly understood.
In this world, rest was a luxury. Only the exploiters were entitled to it, comfortably lying in bed while enjoying the sustenance provided by the lower classes.
Especially under the collective labor system of the farm, stopping work meant going hungry for ordinary people. Without a true emergency, they would not cease their labor for trivial matters. This situation had even spread to the children.
That’s right. Even though Tom’s injuries had been healed by Lance, the psychological trauma was likely significant for a child. Yet, he had merely rested for a day before taking his sister back to work.
This...
Sometimes, being sensible is a form of cruelty...
Lance looked at the woman. "You didn’t believe I would come for you all?"
His tone was calm, but the slight drawl at the end of his words was enough to make the mother’s face pale with anxiety, as she frantically shook her head and waved her hands, trying to say something.
"My Lord, I didn’t... I mean..."
"It’s fine. I never said you couldn’t work," Lance waved his hand to stop her, not meaning to blame her.
For ordinary people, the pressure to survive was paramount. A promise not yet fulfilled was illusory. When even their survival was hard to secure, their shortsightedness was a forced necessity.
In the end, it was because Lance hadn’t really come around often. These people had been too far removed from him for too long.
"You get ready. I’ll go call the children back."
The panic on the woman’s face had yet to fade, but she still spoke up. "My Lord, let me call them back." She knew that a Noble Lord had come looking for her children, and if they were out playing, the cost of delaying a noble was not something they could afford.
"You just need to obey," Lance said, knowing she feared this dread would spread to the children.
Whether it was to show off in front of those people or to familiarize himself with the two future Transcendents, Lance knew it was best for him to go.
"Yes, My Lord," the woman quickly agreed, as this was not something within her control.
Lance went straight to the edge of the farmland being cleared. The trees there had been cut down, leaving underbrush and weeds to grow rapidly in the nourishing soil. Further in was the area for lumber work, and deeper still lay the wilderness and dense forests.
They were actually easy to find. By then, day had fully broken, and quite a few children were out cutting grass, bending over and swinging their sickles in that field.
Among them, the spiritual fluctuations emanating from the two Transcendents were quite clear.
It seemed that after the incident, Tom hadn’t dared to come too early, instead waiting until other children were around.
"Tom! Mary!"
Lance found them but deliberately called out in front of the other children, drawing their attention immediately.
The Lord’s presence also stirred some commotion among them. After all, Lance’s return to the farm after slaying Warwolf had made a strong impression on these children.
A heroic image had taken root in their hearts. This was precisely the effect Lance intended.
Only Tom seemed a bit stunned. During the period when Lance had made his heroic appearance, Tom had mostly been lying in bed, completely unaware of what had happened.
"Brother, My Lord has come to find us!" Mary reacted first, quickly going to her brother’s side and tugging at him.
It was then Tom realized what was happening, remembering what his sister had told him about the Lord saving him.
"My Lord!" Tom, flustered, quickly took his sister’s hand and rushed over to greet him.
