The town of Raining is located two hundred miles southeast of the city of Alton.

Located close to the banks of the Empire's Mother River, St. Dolan, in addition to farming, the most important pillar of the local economy is the processing of fish from nearby villages and towns.

From here, more than ten miles to the east, is the town of Pula, which was hit by a tide of beasts a few days ago.

In the past, the townspeople of Pula who came from this direction were the objects of the city's several workshop owners.

Because their arrival is often accompanied by special high-quality catches, they really can't wait for the bosses of Laining Town to come to buy them.

Today, the tiny town of Lenin has been fenced off with wooden planks more than a man high, like a thief, to guard against the townspeople of Pula coming from the east.

The town of Pula is not large, in terms of size, only one-third of the town of Antlers.

But the river of St. Dolan feeds people, and there are two or three thousand people living in a small town.

It has been almost five days since the tide of aquatic beasts came ashore this time, and the people who were able to escape to the royal city have all left, and these Pula townspeople who were blocked out of Laining Town are all poor people who have escaped temporarily and are penniless.

It was the depths of winter, and any heavy snow could freeze them to death on the way to the royal city.

These people are now blocked outside the fence gate at the entrance of Laining Town, standing on the makeshift sentry behind the gate and looking at it, they are all black and pressed heads, not to mention the appearance of 2,000 people.

And not only outside the town, but also outside the town hall of Laining Town, there were also crowds, these people were the citizens of Pula who fled to Laining Town for refuge in the first place, and they were dressed more decently than those outside the fence.

The door of the hall was blocked by the town guards' human wall, and the standard spears were crossed in front of them, and the tips of the spears reflected the winter sun, shimmering with an icy luster.

"Mayor Town!

"Please, let a few more people in, just a few!"

"Yes, my wife and children are still outside, it's freezing this day, they can't stand it!"

“......”

On the second floor of the town hall, a fat man with a fat and oily face was holding on to the windowsill and carefully staring at the crowd downstairs, this was the mayor of Laining Town.

"Hmph, these fishmongers, I don't know what to do..."

Behind him sat a middle-aged man in simple clothes on a leather couch.

The man's face is wrinkled, his cheekbones are high, and his eyebrows and eyes are drooping.

He heard the fat mayor's muttering, and his already sad brow looked a little more furrowed.

He hurriedly stood up crampedly, bowed and said, "Lord Barus..."

The fat mayor of the town is named Barus, and the last two generations of the family are rich people in the town, and in his generation, he encountered a beast tide that almost overturned the empire, and took advantage of the situation, and the mayor of the town has been for more than ten years.

Barrus heard the middle-aged man's soft call, and then turned around with a haha:

"Oh, Lord Moen, don't mind, I didn't mean you. ”

The middle-aged man with a sad face is the mayor of Pula, and when the beast tide officially pours into Pula, he is stunned by the giant river monster in the lead.

When he woke up again, he was already in a bumpy carriage, but he was carried out of Pula by the town guards.

He didn't dare to poke his head out, so he could only hide in the carriage and secretly lift a corner of the curtain to see what was going on outside the carriage.

Outside the car were all the fleeing townspeople of Pula, some of them were running blindly in the snow without even wearing shoes, and some of them were keenly aware of their cars and were chasing along the ruts.

As the mayor of a town, Moen and his family were immediately contained in the town of Lenning.

After all, for Barus, this opportunity to make a fortune ......

It's not the first time he's met.

I saw him walking over with a sturdy cast steel cane, his fat body and strange joint hyperplasia making it difficult for him to walk:

"Lord Moen, it's not that I don't want to use this batch of disaster relief materials, but that good steel should be used on the blade, you see that these refugees are still so energetic, in case of a civil uprising, wouldn't it be troublesome?"

"But, this, this will kill people......" Mayor Morn lowered his head, and the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.

Besides, we counted the heads, distributed bread and milk, and on the first day we even distributed some dried fish and canned food to sell for money, and we didn't starve to death. ”

Barrus limped back to his custom-made buckskin couch, and Moen hurried up to pick him up.

"You don't have to worry about going back, I'll ask people to send more food later, just say that you came to fight for it. Finally sat down, Baruz said, twisting his ass in comfort.

Moen saw him like this, and for some reason remembered the fat maggots growing on the rotten fish carcass, and he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

Holding back the discomfort, he first thanked him, and then asked worriedly: "I don't know when the reinforcements will arrive..."

"Brother Moen, take a long-term view, it is only a matter of time before this level of beast tide subsides, and Pula Town will be rebuilt sooner or later......"

Barross pulled out a jar of candy from the drawer, a scarce commodity that money could not buy, and he poured two into his mouth pleasantly, and continued:

"Of course, it's okay if you don't rebuild, but you're not the mayor of the town—"

"Rebuild, rebuild!" was Moen's hope, and if he hadn't been the mayor, he might have been turned away from the city, left starving and freezing in the snow, just like the townspeople of Pula.

"We've known each other for years, haven't we?" said Barus, with a sugar cube in his mouth.

"Yes, yes, when I took office two years ago, you specially asked someone to send a box of canned food, I am very grateful!"

As if remembering the deep friendship of the past, Moen hurriedly saluted again to show his gratitude.

Seeing that he was almost done, Barus waved his hand, squeezed out a few folds of horizontal flesh on his face, and said earnestly:

"yes, it's impossible for me not to help you with my friendship over the past few years-

You are satisfied with the place where you live now, I see that your wife and children like it very much, so I will send you to the master.

You lived here before the town was rebuilt.

You can rest assured that all the money is yours. All you have to do is ......

Just be your mayor quietly. ”

As soon as the town is not built, the funds for the Empire's support will continue to be allocated, how can Moen not hear the doorway, he is not so brave and greedy, but he is more afraid of becoming a refugee.

The head that was already low could only be lowered a little more:

"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Barrus, I see!"

On the same day, Mayor Morn made a big fuss at the Laining Town Hall, broke up with Mayor Baruth, and was ruthlessly blasted out of the gate.

But his uprightness also touched the other party, and finally won two meals a day and a cotton cloth for the refugees.

The residents of Pula inside and outside Laining Town were all grateful to Dade and wept to greet each other.