"What's going on? What's going on?"

The attendant from the lord's house frowned, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and his eyes were full of disgust, but he couldn't help but do these things.

Victor's fat corpse was placed in front of everyone, and a huge gap in his neck was shocking, and when he knew that he was dead, the fat man still had an expression of disbelief on his face.

A sharp gaze swept over everyone in front of him, and the attendant asked in a deep voice, "Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? Who killed Victor?"

Victor is only the nephew of the butler of the lord's family, although he has some connections with the lord's family, but compared to this attendant, he is still an 'outsider'.

Lumberjack, you look at me, I look at you, but no one stands up to speak.

The attendant's eyes widened, "Speak!"

"I don't know!"

"We don't know ......"

"I don't know ......"

Everyone waved their hands, their faces were confused, and it seemed as if no one knew what was going on.

Glaring, the attendant's gaze swept over these people, and suddenly there was a "huh".

"One of you missing?" he asked.

Doom pursed his lips suddenly, but a lumberjack beside him hurriedly raised his hand, "My lord, Ein is not here!

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Ein!"

"As soon as we woke up this morning, Ein was gone, it must be him!"

The lumberjacks nodded their heads again and again, even if they were not confirmed, and put the blame on the big man who was silent and not good at words, and cleared his suspicions.

Doom clenched his fists and pursed his mouth tightly, but he didn't dare make a sound......

Behind them, the once-sturdy door was broken, as if it had been split by something, and part of the thick wooden door that had been torn apart lay silently on the ground, and part of it was still broken from the door frame, hanging powerlessly in the air.

It was the door to the bedroom, but even the door to this room was the same, cold air poured in from outside, so after the night had passed, Victor's body had become cold, and there was no strange smell in the air except for the wound on his neck, which made him feel a little disgusting.

The man who was alive yesterday died suddenly, and in a terrible way that anyone would be afraid.

Doom couldn't help but let himself look at the corpse of Victor, whom they had been calling a 'dead fat pig', and once he looked at it, he would make a sound.

Fear and panic lingered in his heart, and Doom swallowed a mouthful of saliva and heard the attendant snort coldly: "Ein...... That's the name, right?"

"Yes, yes, that's him!"

A lumberjack nodded repeatedly, his face nervous, but as if relieved, his tone was brisk: "He is a big man, very tall, like a little giant, and like a ...... Uh, weedy hair. ”

The lumberjack tried to draw a picture of Ein's appearance with his hands, but he was illiterate and certainly did not know how to describe a person. I hesitated for a long time, but I couldn't describe Ein's appearance in detail.

"Alright, alright!" the squire waved his hand in annoyance, he didn't want to stay here any longer.

Not only is it cold, but these people also have a sour smell on their bodies, even if they are blown by the cold wind, they can't blow away the sour smell on their bodies.

"That Ein isn't here, he's running away, right?"

The squire glared at the lumberjacks, and their shrill voices kept reminding them to speak 'be careful'.

"Yes, yes, yes, what my lord said!"

"Ein, he ran away, he disappeared this morning, he must have run away!"

"Ein is the murderer, otherwise why would he run!"

All the lumberjacks except Doom characterize Al as a murderer with every word you say, and Doom is furious when he hears it, but ...... He didn't dare to speak out either.

Except to stand aside with clenched fists, Doom didn't dare to do anything.

"You guys go to work first, move quickly, there is not enough wood in the factory!"

Before leaving, the attendant gave another stern order: "The master will soon send a new steward over, if you don't do your job well before then, then you will be good-looking!"

The lumberjacks had flattering smiles on their faces, and they kept saying yes, but when the squire had mounted his horse and left the lumberyard, they turned and snorted again.

"Oh, Ein is so powerful, we just dare to think about it......"

On the way back to the residence, one of the lumberjacks sighed, and then the other two responded: "Yes, I have long wanted to kill that dead fat pig! It's a pity that Ein did it too quickly, otherwise I would have done it in a few days!"

Doom tightened his robes and said nothing, exuding a gloomy aura all over his body.

"Doom—"

The lumberjack grinned and put his hand on Doom's shoulder, but Doom glanced back at him and let go of his hand.

Unlike usual, there was no optimism in Doom's eyes, his body was hunched, and his back looked very gloomy, but the lumberjack was sure that the little man, who was a little shorter than them, was in a bad mood right now, even to the point of beating someone......

I wanted to laugh a little, after all, they also knew that Doom and Ein had a good relationship, but now...... Forget it!

Walking back into the house, Doom picked up his axe and brushed shoulders with the lumberjacks who had returned to the house.

"I'm going to work!" said nothing but that.

He's in a bad mood, and if he hadn't said those things last night, Ain probably wouldn't have done it.

He hadn't eaten anything until the previous night, but he didn't want to eat anything, and after taking the brown bread he had brought from Victor, Du Wei hurried into the woodland.

In the icy forest, Du Wei sat on the snow and took a bite of black bread.

In the past, the food was distributed to them by Victor's dead fat man, but the usual portions were not much, only about half of them were now taken by themselves, and it was impossible to eat two meals a day.

It was only now that Doom knew how much the dead fat man had deducted from them!

Not only the salary, but even the food has been deducted, that dead fat man is really crazy about money!

Now Doom was angry, angry with the group and angry with himself, because he didn't say anything just now, and he didn't even know if Ein was really the murderer - even if at that time they all thought that Victor was killed by Ein - it was not determined at that time, but he didn't dare to say a word more to defend Ain.

He was just afraid, afraid that if Ein was really a murderer, he would be considered an accomplice or a helper by those people.

He was afraid that he would lose his job because he was not alone, he had a family to support......

He hesitated because he felt that he was still young and that his friendship with Ein was not enough for him to give these ......

“...... What a shame!"

Munching on the dry, tasteless black bread, Doom sniffed, tears like pearls sliding down his face.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the tears froze into two thin lines of ice on his face, but he didn't care.

"What a shame!"

A punch slammed into the snow, sending the snow flying everywhere, but what good was that?

"Woo woo woo ......"

Finally, Doom couldn't hold back his tears.

"Shame on you......"

Such wails melted into the wind and flew away with the cold.

The remorse in the wailing precipitated and stayed in Doom's heart.