"You're short on money and there's a famine, soon people will be starving to death. No one is going to give you wool in one hand and silver coins in the other to support you anymore!"
"When your children get sick, everyone will stand by idly, and no one will fetch medicine for you anymore!"
"When your children are turned into grape wine, others will only lament their bad luck, and no one will seek justice for you anymore!"
Unnoticed, the sound of rain was all that remained between the lead-colored clouds and the pale yellow estate, accompanied by Lalor's shouting.
"If you don't want to open the door and face such a world, then follow me."
He gasped for breath, his gaze passed over the Public Register Farmers in the yard, filled with sorrow and compassion but saying nothing, as he jumped from the branch and disappeared behind the wall.
The cold wind with rain blew across the farmers' clothes, not a single person spoke, not a single person moved.
