Chapitre 533: Chapter 98 Migration_2

If Antonio had heard Winters' thoughts, he would inevitably have chided him, "Naive! A fool blinded by first love! How could you ever head a household in the future?"

However, considering General Serviati's family status, this remark seemed somewhat pale and powerless.

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The few children there were sat in crates, carried by long-haired cattle.

There was no ceremony, no acts reminiscent of smashing wine bottles or sprinkling Holy Water for commemoration.

As if it were a regular walk outside, the camp where Winters was started its "migration."

The riders led the herd of horses at the front, followed by the long-haired cattle carrying all the household belongings, with the huddled goats and sheep trailing at the end.

The adult men and women either rode horses or walked, leading the bulls.

Winters, with his left leg fixed in a wooden brace, enjoyed the special privilege of sitting in the ox-cart, much like several old grandmothers who were nearly toothless.