At this time, the mercenaries drew their weapons from their waists and watched vigilantly on the road where the sound came.

The tension infected the horses pulling the cart, and they felt that there was something unusual about the atmosphere, and they kept snorting, and the horses' hooves were restlessly swaying on the ground.

As the noise from the opposite side grew louder and louder, the team on the opposite side also got closer and closer to the caravan.

Slowly, the figures of the black-robed people appeared from the forest around them, and the noisy sound came from such a team.

However, it was not the black-robed man in front of him who made the sound, but some civilians behind the black-robed man.

These civilians were in tattered clothes and their faces were colorful, and some of them were even scarred and staggering.

Maybe it's because I'm on a trip, so I'm a little uneasy, and I can only use communication with people around me to divert my attention.

"Where did these people come from?" said Dorne, touching his chin.

He had been a mercenary for so many years, and he had never seen anyone dressed like this, and he felt that these people were more like they had fled from afar.

The group of black-robed people also discovered the existence of the caravoy, and the black-robed man in the lead waved his hand, and the others slowly stopped after seeing the leader's action.

"Who are you?"

Dorn looked at the fleeing procession not far away with his spear in hand, carefully observing the composition of the group.

There were old men and children, men and women, but they were very thin and had very bad faces.

"We are poor people who have migrated from the Middle, and we have no ill will towards you. ”

The leader of the black-robed people raised his hands high, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

The chief's voice was very gentle, so that people could not have any ill will towards him after hearing it, but will have a good impression of him.

"From the middle?" said Dorne, frowning at the words of the leader of the black-robed men.

Zhao Xi was also attracted by the conversation, he rolled over from the roof of the car and sat up, looking at the fleeing team in the distance.

The Duchy of Erel is a country belonging to the north and has a bad relationship with the Church Federation, there will definitely be heavy guards at the border, how did these fleeing people pass the border line guarded by the seriously ill guards?

"Could it be that Archduke Xavier ordered these refugees to be accepted?" Zhao Xi muttered to himself, "No! If it was ordered by the Grand Duke, how could there be no one to escort them?"

"Yes! We're from the Central. The leader of the black-robed people nodded and said, "The oppression of the church is too serious, so we chose to leave our homeland." ”

"Well—" General Dorn nodded incredulously.

"And how did you get here, and come so far?" said Dorn, asking himself again.

"We entered the northern border with the permission of the nobles of Shyderea, otherwise how could our team have crossed the border?"

The black-robed leader said with a wry smile, and after speaking, he turned his body sideways, letting go of the women and children behind him.

As soon as Dorne heard that it was the nobles in the city who made the decision, he didn't ask any more questions, after all, what decisions the lords made had nothing to do with him.

And judging from the women and children in the back, these people really didn't seem to be in much danger, so most of the suspicions in his heart were gone.

Then he waved his hand and asked one of the mercenaries behind him to tell Buffy in the carriage to hear the businessman's decision.

Buffy in the carriage heard the mercenary's report and said, "Let them pass first." ”

With that, the chubby merchant waved his hand and asked the mercenary to bring the news back to Dorn in front of him.

When the mercenary retreated, Buffy, who had been recuperating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them.

"Give me a good look, I want to see which nobleman can do such a thing. ”

"Yes!"

Another man's voice appeared in the carriage where Buffy was the only one.

But they look like they're dressed like a recent new church, the Church of Pain. ”

"The Church of Pain?" Buffy's tone was full of confusion.

"Yes. The man's voice went on to explain to Buffy, "Their doctrine is that people come to this world to suffer, and only when they suffer enough will they ascend to the kingdom of God." ”

"Suffering?" Buffy's tone was full of interest, "Will anyone really join such a church?"

"Yes, but most of the people who join this kind of church are civilians who have no basic security of food, clothing, shelter and transportation. ”

"It's kind of interesting, is it actually taking the bottom route?" said Buffy's tone with a hint of a smile.

"And this church doesn't require believers to make offerings, so there are a lot of civilians who join. ”

"Interesting, can those two large churches tolerate this church stealing their faith?" Buffy leaned back in his chair in a more comfortable position.

"No, so they've not had a good time in the central lately. ”

"There is a nobleman in Shodria who has brought in this kind of church, what does he want to do?"

The man's voice did not answer Buffy's question, but fell silent.

Buffy was not angry when his question was not answered, so he continued to ask: "There are no hidden strong people among them, right?" ”

"As far as I can see, there are none. The mysterious man's voice reappeared.

"I'm still relieved of your probing ability. Buffy nodded with satisfaction and said, "It seems that the nobleman is still a little measured." ”

The man's voice didn't sound again, and he didn't pick up Buffy's words.

......

The troops of the fleeing were slowly passing in front of the caravan, watching them move not towards Shodrea, but deeper into the field.

Some of the children looked at the caravan with curiosity, especially the cold light weapons in the hands of the mercenaries, which greatly attracted their attention.

Although Dorn believed the leader's words, he did not let the mercenaries around him give up their vigilance.

After all, be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship, even if this team doesn't seem to be harmful, but who knows if there will be any unexpected situations.

But in the end, nothing happened, and Zhao Xi roughly estimated the number of people in this team on the roof of the car, about three or four hundred people.

However, there was no food in the group of so many people, just a few people pushing carts with bags of things on them.

In terms of shape, the contents of the cart are less like food, more like other supplies.

It was difficult for Zhao Xi to understand that these people had walked so far from the border, and they didn't even bring food, looking at their appearance, it seemed that they wouldn't stop for a short time, what were they eating?

Although there are many animals and fruit trees in the wilderness, the food consumed by three or four hundred people in a day is not a small amount.

Although Zhao Xi was full of doubts, he didn't speak rashly, just watched the team of refugees go away.

Dorn looked at the departing team and said to Il, "Is the situation in the middle of the continent already so bad?"

"Who knows?" Il shook his head and said, "Didn't the people of the Central always look down on us people from the North? ”

"If you don't run to us, why don't you run to the Magic Council?" Dorn said, glancing at Il, "You must know how terrible the Church says the Magic Council is, and it's almost like saying that the East is full of humanoid demons." ”

"That's right," Ill smirked.

When the procession of refugees had gone far, the huge caravan began to move slowly forward again.

Encountering this group was just a minor episode in the journey, and no one cared where they came from or where they were going.

Even this team was quickly left behind by the mercenaries, and their memories of things that didn't have much to do with them were always not very good.

However, Il paid attention to those black-robed people, and he felt a familiar aura from those black-robed people, the breath of a clergyman.

Although he really wanted to find out the origin of this team, he did not have such conditions at all because of the mission, but remembered the direction of the team's travel, thinking that he would have the opportunity to see the place where this team settled in the future.

......

Shodria was originally just an ordinary city in the north, but with the establishment of the Duchy of Erel and the establishment of it as the capital, it began to become no more ordinary.

After many renovations and expansions, it has become a rare giant city in the north, and its tall city walls are the most intuitive impression it gives to outsiders.

And because it is the capital of the principality, most of the nobles chose to settle again, so the city has also become the financial and political center of the entire principality, so Shodria is also praised by many as the pearl of the north, and it is the city of hope in the hearts of the people of the north.

Almost all the laws of the Principality were drafted, amended, and promulgated in the city.

And in this bustling city, as long as you have the money, you can buy everything you want, except, of course, knighthoods.

For good and for bad, Shyderia also has the largest slum in the entire north, with at least 100,000 inhabitants living in the slum.

These people yearn for the prosperity of the city, but because of their financial ability, they can only live in the dirtiest and messiest places in the whole city.

At this time, Zhao Xi was standing outside the capital, looking carefully at the majestic giant city.

The walls of this giant city are ten meters high, although it is nothing compared to the high-rise buildings that Zhao Xi saw in the last world, but this kind of visual impact is incomparable to high-rise buildings.

There was a huge city gate in the middle of the city wall, and there was already a long queue outside the city gate, and Zhao Xi's caravan was no exception, obediently lined up outside the gate.

The mercenaries at the gate are conducting basic checks on people who want to enter the city and collecting taxes at the same time, which is not too strict, it is a routine matter.

From time to time, some merchants would also stuff more money into the soldiers who inspected them, hoping that they would inspect the goods more lightly and avoid damaging their own goods.

The guards silently accepted the money, and their hands and feet were much lighter when they checked things.