"Mom won't let me go out......"

Eliza's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, but she stopped at the door of the training camp. Compared to the clean and tidy training camp, the outside is indeed messy and dirty enough.

The fat man patted the back of Eliza's head, "Come out with me, it's okay, right?" ”

"I must obey your orders!" Eliza's eyes were still red, but the corners of her mouth had begun to smile, she was really a child.

It's just a shopping at the doorstep, as for that seriousness?

"I order you, take me shopping!" The fat man gave the command in a serious manner.

Well, this is a crowd of beings in another world, much better than traveling abroad, and the fat man is also a curious fat man.

The small hand held the big hand, and the road was as clean as possible, and the two entered the bazaar.

"The people of New Rogue are so pitiful, they starve to death so much every day...... "Eliza explained carefully, as if it were her fault for starving to death.

Tristram's destruction was actually a year ago.

Then, a large number of infernal creatures appeared on the surface, and the evil aura also corrupted the creatures on the continent - the corrupted people were called the Fallen - and the evil creatures, including the Fallen, fed on other creatures, and even the weaker evil creatures were included in the food.

The villages and towns around Tristram as far as Rog's camp were slaughtered.

These farmers who were exiled to Roge's camp were actually lucky, after all, they did not become food for evil creatures in the first place.

However, by escaping to Rog's camp with nine deaths, their luck ended there. The landless farmer, who had no other skills to earn a living, fled after a catastrophe, and of course did not bother to bring more food with him. Even if you bring more, you will be eaten, abandoned or even robbed on the way to escape.

In short, they arrived at Camp Rog almost empty-handed, and their bellies were empty.

Fortunately, the last nun, the merciful mage, the blind Lord Akara, generously took them in and called them "New Rogue people", allowing them to take refuge in the Rogue camp and do some work within their means.

According to Master Akara, the term "blind stream" or "migrant worker" is discriminatory, and the term "New Rogue people" reflects the respect and recognition that the Rogue camp has for them.

After paying the cost of ten gold coins, each of the New Rogers received a "temporary residence permit" for the Rog camp, which was made by Lord Akara himself.

However, the people of New Rog did not know that Lord Akara had actually just arrived at the Rog camp - she came from the Eastern Monastery in the Principality of Tymo. And the destruction of the monastery was after the destruction of Tristram......

"A year ago, when exactly?" Listening to Eliza's sharp but vague introduction, the fat man suddenly interjected and asked.

"It's about this time, the frozen ground hasn't slurred yet, but it's almost there." Eliza recalled earnestly, a finger poking into her cheek.

The fat man patted Eliza on the head in appreciation, and the two continued on their way.

Tristram was destroyed overnight, just as the harsh winter was coming to an end. The fat man found a seed in his stomach, and it was after the Spring Festival last year, almost a full year.

The time is about the same, after all, it can't be compared exactly, but fortunately, it is also the four seasons on the Kan continent.

Tristram was destroyed, and the continent of Candras was plunged into endless darkness and panic. There was a seed in his stomach, which scared the fat man into sleepless for several days, and finally embarked on the road of no return to save the Kan Continent.

So, is there a connection between the two? Or is there a connection?

"Shall we buy wheat bread and eat it?" Eliza pinched the fat man's thumb.

The two have always been hand in hand, and pinching the thumb has become a special way for Eliza to call the fat man.

The fat man followed Eliza's gaze, and there was a stall on the side of the road that made and sold wheat cakes, and a pot of more than ten wheat cakes had been baked and served on a wooden plate. The middle-aged stall owner is kneading the dough and preparing for the next pot. In charge of selling wheat cakes is a little girl, about ten years old, who is staring at the steaming wheat cake and swallowing quietly.

"Okay." The fat man sighed and pulled out two gold coins. Eliza happily took it and said loudly to the little girl, "I'll buy four!" ”

The little girl timidly took the gold coins, put them in the blanket on the stall owner's shoulder, and then wrapped the wheat cake in a clean broadleaf and handed it to Eliza with a blank eye.

"Please eat this!" Eliza took the wheat cake, but gave it back to the little girl.

The little girl was obviously stunned, and her little hand subconsciously reached for the wheat cake, but her head turned to the stall owner. The stall owner was also stunned, his face turned red, and then he smiled embarrassedly, "Wendy, eat!" Thank you sister in advance. ”

A little girl named Wendy took the wheat cake and squatted on the ground and ate it in a big gulp. The wheat cake was too hot, and she ate it too quickly, and as a result, she coughed while eating, but she kept swallowing.

The fat man and Eliza leaned close together, silently watching Wendy eat the wheat cake.

The stall owner also kept looking at Wendy, his eyes were clearly pitying, and he was a little guilty. They must be a father and daughter, but they are too poor.

It is better to be a peaceful dog than to be a troubled person.

The wheat cake was still finished, and Wendy never spoke. The thin body seems to be blown away by a gust of wind, and the little face is fairly clean, but the expression is relatively blank, and there is no luster in the eyes. The head is relatively large, and the three thin tendons are holding a big head.

"Here, eat!" Eliza took another wheat cake and handed it to Wendy.

This time, Wendy didn't reach out to take it, nor did she look back at the stall owner, just shook her head slightly, and then looked down at her toes.

This wheat cake is almost a tael of steamed buns, and a child of Wendy's age should be able to eat all four, which is considered a full meal.

"Would you like one?" Eliza asked the fat man softly.

The fat man shook his head, he really didn't have an appetite. Although Zangma Mountain is poor, it has no problem eating.

A pair of dirty little hands reached out next to her, and Eliza handed over a wheat cake. When the little hand caught the wheat cake, he immediately stuffed it into his mouth. Then two more pairs of small hands reached out, and Eliza handed the remaining two wheat cakes out.

Now it's a big problem.

"Wheat crackers!"

"I'm hungry!"

"Give it to me!"

I don't know where seven or eight dirty children came out, surrounded Eliza, stretched out their hands in unison, and shouted in a mess.

Eliza looked at the fat man pitifully. The fat man smiled meaninglessly, took out five more gold coins, and bought all the pots of wheat cakes. Eliza jumped up happily, took a sip of incense around the fat man's neck, and didn't need to wrap the leaves, just grabbed the wheat cakes and distributed them.

As a result, more children, big and small, flocked to the area, including five or six adults. Eliza couldn't distribute it, and all kinds of dirty hands reached directly to the plate containing the wheat cakes.

The people in front grabbed it, and the people behind squeezed forward vigorously. The fat man dragged Eliza behind him, and took Wendy and the other two children who were squeezed down. The wheat cake stand was crowded into a ball, and the wheat cake had already been snatched up, and the dirty hands reached out to the wheat cake that was baking in the pot. What's more, they reach for the dough, grab a lump and stuff it into their mouths.

The stove collapsed.

Eliza stared at the events in front of her in amazement. Wendy quietly watched the ruined wheat cake stand. The stall owner crouched at the foot of the wall, clinging tightly to the blanket containing the money...... (To be continued.) )