"Sorry...sorry, my lord!" Old Mylon's face turned pale, and sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
"Alright! Hurry up and load the grain sacks onto the cart, and don't block the people behind!" The steward flipped the nearby switch and waved his hand impatiently.
Usually, he might have scolded a bit more, but now time was tight; Lord Doli was still waiting above for them to finish loading the grain, and he could not afford any more delays.
Moreover, when he saw those miraculously flowing grains, he also was momentarily mesmerized; it was understandable for the serfs to be distracted.
Bang.
Old Mylon, carrying the grain sack, carefully loaded it into the cart.
He gasped slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and turned around to look back at the colossal grey beast that remained in place, his eyes filled with astonishment.
He couldn't fathom how the wheat on the stalks had transformed into golden grains in a flash!
This was truly... a great miracle.
Rumble.
