Although Boris had never been to school, he was not foolish. He knew very well that since no one from the village had gone to Harbor City, those two aristocrats on horseback would certainly not let the matter drop so easily.
Because of this, Boris had spent the past few nights with his pillow being a bag of dry food.
Right now, inside the house, by the door, the packed dry food and clothes were placed there.
He had prepared to flee at any moment, ready to run into the woods on the island and hide until the danger had passed if his wife brought back bad news.
But who would have thought that those two aristocrats would come again today, this time without any guards, and only wanting to purchase dry wood?
And they offered a price for the dry wood that a peasant couldn't even dream of.
Boris was tempted, but he stayed cautious and didn't go to sell it himself; instead, he had his wife sell it.