Spirits

He also heard a stumbling noise which was followed by a groaning muffled voice. Even without seeing it, he could picture in his mind what was happening inside. 

'How clumsy he is,' Eman thought with a bitter smile.

When the door opened, the chief with a bloody nose appeared. "Uh, My Lord! Sorry for the delay!" 

"Never mind that, take care of your bleeding nose first," Eman said exasperatedly.

"Uh, yes, My Lord!"

The village chief quickly wiped the blood on his nose and then invited them inside. While the two kids were enjoying the snacks, Eman talked with the chief in private. 

At the beginning of their conversation, he asked about their livestock and crops. 

Hearing him, the expression on the village chief's face looked slightly ugly.

"I think we have a minor problem, My Lord," he said in a dispirited tone.

Eman narrowed his eyes and wondered what was the problem.

"Really? What is it? Did the production not do well?"