The scorching heat of the sun seemed to burn your body as you fell to the ground with your mouth bleeding, plus the pain in your back from the whipping. In front of you stood 3 men who were the VOC who colonized your country. One of them was the leader of the VOC, Lonan Everblom. A man with blonde hair and hazel eyes that were so sharp. His body was sturdy and very ideal, he was cold, cruel and heartless. You had just failed to carry out his order to collect 10 thousand grains of rice.

"I hope you have learned your lesson, miss," Leonan said coldly. Behind him were his subordinates, one of whom was holding a whip