The chief was home.
For a moment, time seemed to stop in the farm, but then it moved again.
Due to the commotion caused by Urus, a few of the maids and servants in the farm already gathered, watching and waiting for what would happen but as soon as the chief arrived, they all disappeared like the wind.
The chief was a bald-haired old man with pot belly.
At this moment, he sat lazily on top a white horse, holding a golden cane on his right hand while looking down on everything beneath him like he was some God of the universe.
He wore luxurious golden and white robes.
This was Chief Rarluk, the political ruler of Luvre Village.
At this moment, this old man's gaze alternated between his son, his wife, and then the strange boy that rode a brown horse ahead of him.
"Casa, what is going on?"
Hearing that question, Casablanca felt her heart beat faster but she was able to stay calm. Walking closer to the horse, she smiled. "My husband, you're back".
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious that requires your attention". She smiled beautifully. "I sent the boy on an errand. But since I learned a few days ago that he could ride a horse, I told him to take a horse to make the journey faster".
And then, she looked at the chief's son. "I think Urus was just surprised to see a servant riding a horse, he didn't know that I sent him on an errand".
"Is that so?" The chief looked down at his son, Urus who bowed his head immediately. Gritting his teeth, the boy nodded. "Yes, father".
"Fine". He nodded. "Urus, go back to your mother's room".
"Yes, father".
Bowing slightly, the boy left, then...
"You, get down from the horse. Come here".
"Yes, chief". Bowing slightly, Brutus finally unmounted from the horse and with his face down, he walked towards the chief.
The chief pushed his face with his golden cane, raising it up, and then his face narrowed with familiarity. "Brutus..., right?"
Brutus nodded.
"Who taught you how to ride a horse?"
Brutus did not make eye contact with the chief, knowing that such a simple act was what made the chief behead one of his servants brutally mere days ago.
He answered. "When my grandma was still alive and ran the farm, years ago, a horse-riding cultivator once visited our farm".
"After my grandma invited him to eat and gave him a place to spend the night, the next day before leaving, I snuck up to him and asked him to teach me".
"He taught me how to ride a horse".
Chief Rarluk kept his gaze on the servant, and then he nodded. "Turn around". He demanded.
"Yes chief". Brutus did as he was ordered.
As soon as he did, the chief raised his cane to hit his back but Casablanca intervened the next moment, running in-between them. "Please, my husband, wait, there's a misunderstanding here".
The chief's eyes darkened as soon as he saw someone block his path. He glared at her, waiting for her explanation.
"I told you that I sent him on an errand and that I told him to ride the horse. So if you beat him for that, that's the same as beating me".
The chief's eyes reddened in rage. "Get lost b*tch!" He spat, then…
Smack!
He smacked Casablanca across the face with a backhand, leaving the right side of her cheek red and slightly swollen.
Casablanca stared up at her husband, holding her cheek in pain as she remained standing, stunned. Tears welled in her eyes but without saying a word, she simply bowed and stepped aside.
A whipping sound reverberated the next moment as he hit the servant with his golden cane, leaving a red imprint and a swollen mark on his back.
He whipped Brutus 8 times before finally stopping.
"Next time, think twice before riding any of my horses!" He spat.
Kicking his horse to move, the chief started moving past but suddenly remembering something, a lecherous smile crept up his face as he inclined his head to look at his favorite wife again.
"Casa baby, meet me in my room".
"No". Casablanca stared at him.
But hearing that, the chief glared at her with such a sharp gaze that she whimpered in fear. "Y-yes," she stammered. "I'm coming".
"Good". The chief finally rode off.
Some distance away, hiding while watching, Urus gloated at the sight of her.
As the chief rode off, Casablanca threw one last look at Brutus before walking off. About a minute later, after dressing up in her sexy clothes just like the chief liked it, she walked into his room before slamming the door shut.
Loud moans and a lot of shaking soon started coming from the room.
The maids and servants reacted like they saw nothing, going about their businesses. Brutus did the same thing, simply dusting his back before walking off like the back where the red swollen lines were left was not his.
The look in his eyes never changed, almost as if he didn't even feel rage.
In actuality, it was all a delusion but Brutus was just that good at hiding his emotions. 'I'll make sure you die a slow death old man!'
The remaining 4 wives of the chief supervised the maids, making food for all the servants that night as they fed the respective servants assigned to them.
Since Casablanca could not cook, they were forced by the chief to make up for her. Brutus ate from the eldest wife's pot.
After all that, the chief's home in the farm finally became quiet, the chief and his family already in their rooms, while the servants and maids were already hurdled up in their own rooms.
Brutus was not indoors though, rather, he was outside, standing at the foot of a mango tree, waiting for someone.
A few minutes later, there was the echo of footsteps.
He looked in that direction, then he saw her.
Freya, the maid was here and she had a concerned look on her face. "A-are you alright?"
Brutus nodded. "Come here". He demanded.
She obliged.