Why it never ends

Chapter 1094 Lies

Before Hesta and Victoria dismounted, the woman had already spotted Hesta. She let out a sharp cry in the direction of Hesta.

"Salima!"

Several men who were surrounding her also stopped, most of them stood on the side of the road, bowed slightly towards Hesta's defense line, and lowered their heads. Only one man still grabbed the woman's neck and pinned her to the ground.

Hesta wanted to dismount, but seeing this, he decided to continue sitting on the horse to make himself look more majestic. When approaching, the woman raised her head desperately, trying to let Hesta see her face - although the man pressed her down every time, Hesta still saw clearly that there was a large tattoo of the Trion family on the woman's head.

"What's going on?" Hesta asked softly.

"She sneaked out while she was working this morning. She must have wanted to run away..."

The woman continued to scream and call out to Hesta, but she spoke only in the dialect of District 12, and Hesta could not understand a word she said.

"Let her go," Hesta said. "Help her stand up straight."

"...Salima, this woman is talking nonsense." The man bowed respectfully to Hesta, "She still has a lot of things to do, we can't let her waste time here-"

"Her only business now is to stay here," said Hesta, "because I have something to ask her."

Victoria shook the reins and whispered to Hesta, "Do you need me to go find Santa?"

"No need." Hesta pointed with his whip and looked at the young women working in the fields not far away. "They should be able to speak the language of the Third District. Bring them over."

Victoria dismounted and headed quickly for the fields in the distance.

"How many times do I need to emphasize this order?" Hesta's eyes fell on the man in front of him again, "Let her go."

The moment the man let go, the woman struggled to get up from the ground. She staggered towards Hesta and grabbed the horse's neck before falling. Hesta immediately leaned over and lifted the woman's shoulders.

"You can go now." Hesta looked at the men, "Leave her to me."

Not far away, the girls followed Victoria and trotted over here, while the men did not move their feet. Obviously, they planned to stand here until the message of "don't talk nonsense" was passed on. However, the next moment, Hesta's whip came down.

The sudden pain caught them off guard. After a few lashes, Hesta shouted, "How many times do I have to tell you?"

She always whipped people in the face and neck, and knocked them to the ground in a few strokes. The men were surprised by this shocking cruelty - this was not usually the way the mistresses treated them...

The men began to scream in pain, and they helped each other to get up and quickly ran away along the road. Hesta's whip swung in the air, making a terrifying sound.

"Get out of here!" Hesta dismounted, chased after these people for a few steps, and then slowly walked back.

"...What are you doing?" Victoria had already stepped over the dirt ridge beside the road. "Don't scare the guests I have invited with great difficulty."

Hesta put away the whip, his eyes still showing the anger from before: "These people don't understand what I'm saying!"

"Okay, here it is," Victoria turned around and said to the girls who followed her, "I need you to help translate what she said. We don't understand your language..."

The woman who had just been beaten was still clinging to the horse's neck, her long, knotted hair sticking to her face like wool felt. Victoria's return did not let her let down her guard. The woman still looked at the newcomer with vigilance and retreated quietly. The girls looked at each other, and did not show any friendliness to the woman. They just looked at Victoria in surprise: "...What do you want us to translate for you? Do you have anything to say to her?"

"She was beaten here just now, and then she shouted something to us, but we didn't understand," Victoria said, "Please tell her to repeat what she wanted to say, and you will help convey it."

Several young girls looked embarrassed. Although they did not refuse, they obviously did not like the current task.

Hesta heard one of the young men come forward and whisper something.

The woman hugged the horse, lowered her head, and repeated her previous words. Almost at the same moment, the young people present all let out a sigh of surprise - there was disgust, ridicule, and deep distrust in the voice.

"What did she say?" Hesta asked with concern.

"…She said, she," the young man frowned and looked at Hesta, "she said she is your savior."

Victoria was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look sideways at Hesta.

"She said she was the one who was destined to take you away from danger." The young man sneered, "She is not a laborer here, Salima, she is not even a shack dweller - you'd better drive her away, she is lying to you, these people are full of lies, and they take lying as easy as eating and drinking water..."

Hesta said nothing, but just looked at the woman in front of him calmly.

…The so-called omen dream was of course nonsense. She took advantage of last night’s banquet to spread the dream, originally to give those nobles an opportunity to invite her to more manors to meet the real whale people.

But now, a living whale man was clinging to her lies... like clinging to a rope.

The woman finally noticed Hesta's gaze, and she immediately tensed her body, trying to appear firm and brave.

After a moment's silence, Hesta extended his hand toward the woman.

Without any hesitation, the woman immediately placed her hand on Hesta's palm. Then, the woman let out a cry of surprise - under the gaze of everyone, Hesta picked her up and put her on his horse.

"I don't have time to deal with these things now." Hesta said softly, "We will know whether she is lying or not later. Anyway, I will take her back first."

"Good idea." Victoria nodded in agreement.

"But--"

"When you go back today, you can tell the adults at home about this news," Hesta looked at the young men nearby who were all stunned, "If anyone else wants to come and see me, don't stop them."

Hesta looked over the horse's back and asked, "What's your name?"

No one helped translate this sentence, but the woman on horseback quickly gave an answer anyway.

"Dangat..."