“Thanks for your kindness, Lord. May Sia protect you!”
Outside the mill, old Kent fastened the harness of the mule cart that he used to ship the wheat, and then bowed to Roy gratefully. Behind him, a queue of people was watching enviously.
Old Kent was lucky today. When he arrived here, it was almost the time for the tax collector to leave. However, the compassionate and kind young master of Akas House extended his working time half an hour so that Kent wouldn’t have to come again tomorrow, as he noticed that Kent was exhausted coming all the way here with the broken cart and skinny old mule and waited in the sun for a long time.
They knew Roy was a mobile tax collector. He might not be here tomorrow. They were not sure when they could meet him again. Old Kent was happy that he had the
