Be a lord in the world of Indian mythology

Chapter 33 A Wife Falls from the Sky?

Through a combination of deterrence and discipline, the Dalits overcame thirst and hunger.

Under the direction of the villagers, the Dalits managed to form a loose line and walked from a distance to Bim's oxcart.

Bim only brought three bowls, so the Dalits had to finish the still-steaming porridge, with almost a countable number of grains of rice, right in front of the stall.

No one was afraid of the heat that was hot enough to burn their lips; they all picked up the large bowls and drank it all in one gulp.

Before their eager eyes could even glance at the pot again, they were stuffed with half a pancake and driven aside.

At the same time, Dalit, who was as tall and thin as a withered tree, was also brought before Vijay.

He held half a pancake in his hand, but instead of immediately stuffing it into his mouth like the others did.

Upon closer inspection, Vijay could finally see the man's appearance clearly. He was at least three heads taller than Vijay, with dry, frizzy hair the color of rotten vines, hanging loosely. There was no trace of muscle on his body; instead, he exuded a wooden, sluggish feeling. His skin was a bare brown, like the bark of a withered tree exposed to the wind and sun. He had no nose, and his most distinctive feature was his eyes.

A glimmer of light could still be seen within the white pupils of its eyes.

The moment it reached Vijay, it lay prostrate on the ground, carefully avoiding Vijay's shadow, completely subdued.

"Do you have a name?" Vijay felt even more strongly that this tree-like creature was different from the other Dalits.

The tree-man slightly raised its head, first shaking it, then nodding.

"I will allow you to speak," Vijay said, giving him a chance.

"My mother used to call me Treebeard," the Tree Man said in a low voice, as if his mouth was filled with dust, making it somewhat indistinct.

It turns out he was a Dalit from the first generation! Perhaps a prisoner of war, or an outcast from another race...

Vijay's memories told him, "I can give you a chance!"

Just knowing this is enough; Vijay wanted to make a small attempt: "If you can become the leader of these Dalits before I leave the village..."

"Then I can agree to let you call me Master!"

The remaining tree, having received its promise, is full of enthusiasm.

Vijay walked back into the village.

After confirming the incredible power of his system, Vijay was no longer willing to tolerate it. He was eager to find out why Mira had come.

Is he raiding his own base on behalf of Roshman?

If she truly harbors ill intentions, then I can only presume to advise her to leave.

As soon as Vijay entered the house, he heard the cracking sound of a whip slicing through the air and striking flesh, along with faint groans.

With a sudden jolt, Vijay rushed inside and looked in the direction of the sound.

It's a side courtyard!

The Vaishya servant who had come to question him moments before was now stripped naked, hung up, and being brutally whipped by a strong servant.

The scene was a bloody mess; the servant was barely breathing and clearly dying.

Vijay looked up and saw Mira sitting comfortably under the eaves, holding a cup of black tea, seemingly admiring some beautiful scenery.

Maya stood behind her, holding a copper kettle, looking somewhat distracted.

This woman is amazing!

Vijay instantly understood the woman's scheme: first, she used a servant to test him; if the test failed, she would immediately cut him off.

Moreover, in my own yard, they turned the tables and hung up their own people to beat me up?

"Brahma above, stop!" Vijay stepped forward, seemingly trying to persuade the strong servant wielding the whip, but in reality, he was confronting Mira.

The servant paused in his whip-wielding hand, his gaze shifting to Mira.

Mira remained expressionless, first exchanging a joke with Maya, then casually waving her hand in their direction.

The servant put down the whip.

Vijay then took only two steps toward Mira.

There was a soft "plop" sound, like the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh!

Vijay suddenly stopped and turned around.

The servant who had been hanging up had his throat slit by a sharp blade, and blood flowed down his naked body to the ground, gradually piling up into a pool of blood.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkey?

A surge of anger rose within Vijay, not from fear, nor from indignation at the disregard for human life!

Damn it, what do you guys take me for?

The angrier he became, the clearer he remained. Vijay's expression didn't change as he coldly tossed out a sentence to the servant: "Clean the yard up!"

Then he turned around, took a few steps to stand in front of Mira, and looked down at the beautiful scenery.

Before Vijay could even speak, Mira preemptively declared, "The patriarch is back!"

"Brahma above, this wicked servant has defiled your mood and deserves such punishment!"

Vijay could tell that Mira's smile was relaxed and carefree, and that ordering the killing of her servants seemed to be a perfectly normal thing for her.

"You can go now!" Vijay didn't want to beat around the bush with this guy anymore; it was pointless!

Vijay's words froze Mira's smile on her face. She seemed not to understand what Vijay meant. "Shiva, Master, I don't understand..."

Vijay showed no mercy, waving her hand to interrupt her and gesturing to the busy servants around them: "What I mean is, you can take your people and leave my house!"

Upon hearing this, Mira put down her teacup, slowly stood up, looked directly at Vijay, and her smile faded. "I wonder what I did to offend the family head?"

"I will proactively communicate this matter with Lord Roshman. I do not need the manpower or resources you bring, and I will also present Lord Roshman with Eastern treasures!"

Vijay had accurately grasped the core that he already knew!

As long as he hadn't exposed any flaws in his trade routes, Roshman would certainly tolerate his slight offense!

As for Roshman's desire to monitor him or his attempt to uncover the secrets of the trade routes, there are other ways he could do so!

Once this point is settled, whatever other intentions this woman may have, or what kind of background she may have, will be irrelevant to me!

"Master, you've misunderstood something!" After a moment of silence, Mira seemed thoughtful. She sensed Vijay's anger, but facing him, her resolve remained unwavering: "I am not Roshman's servant, nor am I here on his orders!"

"I came here only to become your wife; it is Brahma's will!" Mira remained steadfast in her original statement: "I have no other intentions!"

Vijay truly didn't believe a word of this! He was very self-aware; although he was handsome, young, and possessed immense wealth and vast territory.

But these are probably not enough to explain why a mysterious woman would inexplicably come to his house with a large dowry and insist on marrying him!

But he's not like Lao Xu, who can just sit at home and have someone bring sweet girls into his house to be his wife.

Looking into the eyes of the imposing woman before him, Vijay could not sense any fear or apprehension from her. On the contrary, her gaze revealed composure, as if every word she spoke came from the bottom of her heart without any ulterior motives!

The close proximity of their bodies and the gentle breath seemed to penetrate straight into their hearts.

Could it be that I guessed wrong and misunderstood her?

No, that's impossible!

The woman's purpose in coming here at this time is definitely not simple!

Vijay had nowhere to vent his anger, but he couldn't actually do anything to Mira on the spot!

He simply flung his hand away and angrily walked back to his room.